#big flowers are a blessing love them to death

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THE ALTAR OF ADORATION ♥︎

recently i've been getting more and more into my zhongli brainrot (even though he's been one of my fav characters since forever lol) so here you all go!!

oh also tysm for over 1k notes, 100+ reblogs and 50 new followers!! you guys are the best <3 i really didn't expect that kind of support on my last post - turns out everyone likes some dragon men!! so i decided to write some more, here you lovelies go!!

tags: Zhongli, female! reader, dragon! zhongli, religious themes, sacrificial offering, smut, fluff, mating, breeding, creampie, monsterfucking

-> you have been chosen as a sacrifice to the great geo lord rex lapis, during a period where everyone believed he was mad at mortals. scared for your life and trembling, you now realize there was another problem troubling lord morax.

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great lord rex lapis roamed the earths and heavens for centuries, ruling the land of geo and its people through the thick and thin. they were very devoted followers, obeying his every wish.

however, the height of his reign has long passed, and people simply stopped caring about their archon. until recently.

crops began to wither, mines dried out, contracts were getting broken left and right - rex lapis has had enough of their careless behavior. his people have disappointed him, and this was a sign of his fury. if something wasn't to change, he would abandon them completely.

the people of liyue decided to recommit to their religion, prepared to offer the geo lord a sacrifice of any kind, just so he'd once again bless them. you, even though born in a time where people lost their respect for the geo lord, have always been a devoted follower, praying to him each day and leaving flowers and beautiful crystals under his statue of the seven.

already being a believer of the geo archon, you were chosen as the ceremonial sacrifice.

while nobody knew where rex lapis resided, the site of the ceremony was chosen to be on mt. hulao. as the crowds of people gathered from all over liyue around the lake on the top of the mountain, you stood in front of them, shaking. while you were a follower of morax, you didn't feel it was right to die for the sins of your people.

"it's time to pay our sacrifise!" yelled one of the townsfolk, holding your wrist in an iron grip as he he slit your palm with a sharp knife. you screamed out in pain as maroon blood dripped down your hand. the man who slit your hand placed a valuable cor lapis stone in it, watching as the orange stone quickly became stained with your red blood.

you held your breath as they placed you on the highest point of the mountain and pushed you off, chanting morax's name over and over.

falling seemed to last centuries, even though it was just seconds. you waited and waited for your body to hit the ground, tightening your hold on the cor lapis and in your head praying:

"rex lapis, if you're here, if you hear my prayer, please, i beg you, save me!"

suddenly, your feel onto something, tightly closing your eyes. was this... death?

you open your eyes and realize this wasn't any kind of afterlife - in fact, you were very much still alive, spread on top of the back of a large dragon. your mortality was confirmed by the sharp pain you still felt in your left hand.

"..r-rex l-lapis..?"

the dragon stayed quiet as you clutched his mane, holding on to him for dear life. he only let you get down once you were inside a large cave, seeming like it wasn't a part of the human world - no, this had to be an adepti realm.

an uneducated mortal maybe wouldn't be certain just who was standing between them, but you knew oh so very well. his goldenish brown scales, the big, honey-colored eyes and the tail which ended in a mosaic of clouds all gave him away. standing before you was the geo archon, the adeptus who saved your life even though you were a peace offering.

he stayed quiet, removing you from his back like it was nothing and moving to a completely different side of the cave, laying down on the cold ground with his back turned to you.

he was in no mood to talk, you knew, but you had to thank him for saving your life.

"lord morax..?"

he grumbled in response, steam coming out of his large nostrils.

"i cinserely thank you for saving my life... i was supposed to be a mere sacrifise, yet you still showed me mercy.. i.. just, thank you so much.."

the second the word "sacrifise" leaves your lips rex lapis perks up, turning to you with frantic eyes. he grabs your hand to inspect the still slightly bleeding cut, tearing a piece of your skirt to wrap around your wound as a bandage. morax tightly ties it, then quickly moves from you.

"it should stop the bleeding," he grumbled low, never turning to look at you, almost as if he was completely uninterested, "i will bring you to the villege tomorrow, little mortal. now sleep. your body needs rest"

how could you rest after such a traumatic experience? after almost having your life, all your hopes and dreams, unfairly thorn from you?

"no, i.. i can't return! they will all know that i failed, that i wasn't the sacrifise they all needed to save liyue from your punishment!"

morax huffs, his tail hitting the ground with a loud thump.

"then you can tell them all that i do not wish for a sacrifise. spilling innocent human blood is not only unecessary but also completely repulsive to me."

your eyes widen as he says this, your body instinctively moving a little closer to him: "you.. do not wish for a sacrifise, my lord? then how should we repay you for our sins? how can we ever make you forgive us for losing our faith in you..?"

rex lapis growls lowly, his body tightening like he was in some kind of discomfort or pain.

"the lack of my blessing isn't for the reasons your kind believes," he growled, "i'm not upset at you humans. now sleep." you knew well that that was an order, and an order coming from an archon must always be obeyed. yet, you didn't, scooting closer to him.

"the only thing to be upset about is that they sent you as the offering. how unfair it is to send one of my most devoted followers to die for my amusement.."

you hold your breath, afraid that he was actually considering killing you.

"i've recieved all the little treasures you leave out for me and have heard your every word. you're a persistant little one, aren't you?" even though you couldn't see him, you could feel the smirk on his face.

the knowledge that he has seen and heard how you worship him makes your heart thump loudly in your chest, a pool of pride and flusterness swirling in your belly.

suddenly, morax smells the air sharply, then started writhing on the ground in pain, cursing out a deep yet broken"fuck..!".

"are you in pain, my lord? can i do something to help?" you ask eagerly, wishing to help your saviour.

"move away!" he roared, steam coming out of his mouth. "go to sleep and stop talking to me when i ask, mortal!"

you frigtenedly to as told, laying down on the ground and turning away from him, squeezing your eyes shut. suddenly, you hear little muffled whines and cries coming from him, which immediately makes you look at him again.

his large head is completely flushed red, his lungs heaving up and down quickly. he panted out short little puffs of air, his eyes bloodshot ready and his body trembling slightly. you didn't know what was wrong with him, he acted like some kind of a wild animal in a rut-

"lord morax, are you.. in a rut..?" it was a shameful question to ask the archon, yet your curiosity got the better of you.

he huffed out, more and more in pain with every passing minute. "i haven't... hah... i haven't been in centuries... it's inevitable i go through it every couple of hundred years..."

morax groans, visibly in a lot of discomfort.

"and of course that when i'm in a rut they just have to send me a gorgeous woman as a sacrifice to worsen my state..."

your cheeks darken as he murmurs this, blood rushing to your head.

"how do i worsen your state..?"

"your arousal" he rasps, "i can smell it, little mortal. i can smell you, and it's torture. it pains every muscle in my body to resist you, but i have to; it's my duty"

your heart aches at his words.

"i can help" you breathe, unsure what you were even offering. his sharp eyes turn to you, piercing you with his gaze.

"no", his answer is short but stern, "i could kill you, i could harm you and leave you not remembering your own name. i cannot do that to my most devoted follower. not to you, y/n"

your heart stops, dropping to your feet.

"how do you know my name...?"

he groans as he explains: "i often wander around the mortal world in my human form, to feel closer to your kind... i have met you a couple of times during your prayer at the statue of the seven. i cannot use your pure body to breed when i know how much respect and hope you have in me. it would be betrayal to you, and you would never see me, nor my human form, the same"

"it pains me to see my archon in pain" you whisper as you get closer to the large dragon, your stomach stirring. you gently touch the scales down his back and feel how he shivers under your touches.

"i want... i want to help you, if i can... i want to help you through this.. you have helped me through the darkest points in my life, and even though i don't know who your human form is, i have a feeling i'm close to you even then... i just desire to help you, lord morax..."

"do you even understand what kind of help i need? what i will do to you if you allow me?"

you smile, running your hands through his shiny mane.

"yes, i understand. use me however you like, my lord."

his self control snaps, big paws pinning you down on the ground. he's panting like a dog as he nuzzles his head against your neck, tearing the rest of your skirt off. only left in a pair of underwear and a thin shirt, you tremble under the archon's touches.

"hm.. such a beautiful mortal..." he hums as he tears the rest of your cloth from your body, leaving you completely bare. you try to cover yourself with your arms, yet morax grabs them and pins them by your sides.

his large mouth comes in contact with your skin, licking, kissing and biting as he moved down. morax grazes your skin with his teeth, never biting down hard enough to draw blood from your veins. you had already done your sacrifice, more blood wasn't needed. his tounge moves from your neck to your exposed breast, swirling around your hard nipples, earning a little whimper from you.

then, he moves even lower, nipping at your stomach. he forces your tighs apart, burying his large head to your folds and forcing you to hold on to him by his horns. rex lapis tastes you eagerly, lapping up any slick your body oh so willingly gave him. you moaned and whined as he fucked you with his tounge, making you come almost instantly.

"ohhhh!! m-morax~ ahh..." you moan as he helps you through it, sharply tugging on your sensitive clit with his sharp teeth, always careful not to hurt you.

"celestia" he sighs into your slick folds, earning a tremble from you. "you taste devine, my dear. i haven't enjoyed such a sweet taste in centuries"

he shows you no mercy and continues to eat you out as if you were his last meal, one paw holding down your wrists and the other secured on your hips, not allowing you to move at all. after about three delicious highs he pulls from your frail body with his tounge, you start begging for the real thing. you knew his rut wouldn't be over unless he fucked you, and you were kinda hoping this torterous foreplay would be over soon...

"m-morax... please.." you whimper, squeezing your legs around his snout. he grumbles low, giving one final lick to your greedy pussy.

"i have to loosen you as much as possible so you could even try to take me. preperations can take up to days."

your eyes open wide and your mouth partens. you couldn't wait days to get him to fuck you, and you certainly didn't know how you'd survive days worth of eating out!

"but i cannot wait that long" he smirks, rubbing your outter tighs and ass. in one swift motion he flips you over so you were on your knees, face down and ass up. you feel his length rubbing up on you; even though you couldn't see him, your eyes went wide in shock. you felt how impossibly large he was, both in size and girth, almost being comparable to your legs.

but another thing surprises you - the head of his cock is poking at your tight entrance, but another thing is poking at your ass! you turn your head in shock, and he reassures you.

"i am different than a mortal, my dear"

you let out a loud scream of his name as he harshly thrusts both of his heavy cocks into you. he thrusts as far as he can, entering your cushy womb from how big he is and almost ripping your ass apart. you scream and cry and writhe yet he doesn't budge, letting you get used to him inside you for a few moments before he starts thrusting.

he starts moving without a warning, dragging you back on his cocks. you turn into a sobbing mess as each one of his thrusts so pleasantly tease your g-spot, bullying your tight walls.

"ahh.. ahhh! mphhh! mmphshs! m- mor... ah! ohhh!"

you cry and cry, not even knowing your own name out of so much pleasure. you feel like your holes are completely loose and yet, clamping down on him greedily. he tugs your head back by your hair, snuggling his nuzzle in your neck so you'd hear him better.

"shh, don't cry... you've asked me for this, little mortal. you asked to be fucked like this, hm? look at you, so pretty like this. so no need to cry, you will be fine. i allow you as much pleasure as you need. "

you couldn't stop yourself from coming, squirting your juices all over his cock. he watches this in amusement, fucking into you harder and faster. in one moment, he threw his head back in pleasure, making a loud roar.

"fuck, y/n..." he groaned as you hiccupped your sobs, finally giving a harsh, last thrust and stilling inside. you felt an impossible amount of warmth spread through your body as he filled you with seed, spilling a wave after wave of cum in your womb. he had filled you so much that it spilled from you, leaving you entirely breathless.

as soon as he's done he pulls out, letting you fall to the floor. he picks up your limp body, curling himself around you and cuddling you close.

"it's alright, my dear... you did perfect. you were just devine, and you've felt better than anything i've ever felt in all my years. rest, now. i will take care of the rest tomorrow."

your head hazy, your mind fuzzy with pleasure and your eyes heavy, you lay curled against him and finally get the much needed sleep.

the next morning, you wake up with a human, veined arm around your bare waist.

"there you are... you are too adorable in your sleep" a deep voice said from behind you, and you turned around, expecting to see the geo archon.

yet, you were faced with a man you knew all to well - the man you had deep feelings for ever since he first arrived in liyue harbour.

"mr. zhongli?!"

he hums out a laugh, tightening his hold on you.

"yes, if i'm correct, we've met in my human form a couple of times?"

you blush deeply, reminiscing on the few blissful times you talked to him. he was a very handsome, successful young man, with great wisdom and a clever mind - and you admired him very much, so much that you couldn't help but fall in love.

"you look dissapointed... are you not fond of me after finding out who i am?"

he asks, his gaze softening and looking almost saddened. you quickly reassure him:

"no, no, i'm not dissapointed! more like stunned.." you blush and he notices, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

"oh? why is that? i have always assumed we had a fairly good relationship, y/n. you have always been so nice to me"

"i.. i've had feelings for you for quite a while..." you say shyly, almost embarassed of the fact.

his lips curl into a genuinely happy smile, his arms pressing you closer to his bare chest.

"then everything turned out alright"

you smile, but everything suddenly dawns on you - that zhongli seemed to be okay with your feelings for him, that you almost died yesterday as a sacrifice, that zhongli is morax and most importantly, that oh, you fucked the geo archon, in his dragon form no less!

"am i pregnant now..?" you ask quietly, reminded that the act of a rut is mainly to breed and create off-spring. zhongli laughs at your question, leaving a quick peck on your forehead.

"no, most likely not. but you will be, in a few hundred years, once i have to go through this all over again" you almost choke on your own spit as he says this.

"but... i won't be alive in a few hundred years... you will have to find another to help you through this.."

as soon as you mention him sleeping with another woman his face turns into one of disgust, his strong arms gathering your entire body in his hold.

"as my mate, you will live as long as i do, and i'm immortal, my dear."

"your mate?!"

"yes. by helping me through my rut, you have become my mate. of course, only if that's what you wish" he says, pressing a loving kiss to your eyelid. "and do not worry, my dear, dragons mate for life"

he almost purrs into your warm skin, making a referance to what you said about him sleeping with another woman.

"...being your mate.." you sigh, cuddling into his chest.

"it's like what you humans call "relationship" except a stronger bond, sort of an unbreakable contract between the two of us. a forever promise of care, love and loyalty."

"i think i would like that" you humm into his chest, "but, let's take it a little slow?"

he kisses you full of warmth, his hands soothing your sides.

"of course, my dear. i will take you on a proper date when we get back. for now, just lay there and let me thank you properly for your help last evening..." he sighs as he kisses your shoulder over and over again.

yesterday at this time of day you were supposed to be nothing but a sacrifice to the geo lord, and now here you were, getting your body worshiped by him, forever safe and secure in his arms as his mate.

[houpss]

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

soft and fluff, will be about all members (!), there may be hints of smut

Chan, who sees the meaning of life in you and wants to see you always in front of him all his life.

What do they say? People who truly love will die one day.

Chan, who promised to love you until the day death finds him, and even after that. He doesn't want to leave you.

The most tender dates, the most tender times. He will give you all his love and attention.

Chan, who tells the members so much about you, you are their “9th member”

Chan, who you're talking to video call with his family! and btw with yours too.

Chan, who, regardless of how busy the day is, will spend the evenings with you. Whether it's cooking or watching a movie/serials/k drama

Chan, who remembers every little thing about you and does what you don’t even ask for, but are clearly thinking about.

Meeting Chan was fate, maybe you were given each other by fate?

Oh..he looks at you like an angel, his eyes shine so brightly when he sees you!

Chan, who gives you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers every Friday.

He writes you songs, from the sad to the most vulgar... oh, the boy is simply overwhelmed with emotions for you.

Chan, who takes you on all his world tours because he finds it difficult without you.

He is the most gentle and sweetest with you! your heart literally breaks with love for him, you want to love and kiss this man.

Chan, who sits you on his lap while he works and holds your waist with one hand...babe, he has hot and big hands

Chan, who pays for ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING for you. seriously, even if you argue with him.

I wrote this situation, but...

"Channie, make me some coffee please"

"Ugh...I'm late, little mouse"

"So you won't do it? :("

"That means I’ll be late” and goes to make coffee for his beloved woman/man

His favorite terms of endearment for you are subtle but classic: “sweetheart” and “baby,” but on special occasions he will call you “sweetheart” with a matching saccharine expression. Or “little mouse”, which is also very cute

Chan, sometimes he can get angry and yell at you, but that's because he puts too much pressure on himself at work.

Oh..during your quarrels even plates and insults fly. After one quarrel, there were broken plates and you cut yourself, he noticed this and took you to the bathroom, where he treated the wound and apologized to you almost a hundred times. And the plates...buy new ones.

Chan, who practices flirting with you like you're in high school, but he learned it from STAY

Chan, who gives you all his hoodies and absolutely everything... for some reason you love to steal his shorts and walk around the house in them. Ooh, he thinks they fit really sexy on your hips.

He'll give you a bear hug when you sleep, he's a big spoon

He also always kisses your forehead when he leaves for work, because you are still sleeping, and he is already leaving.

but keep in mind, Chan makes sweet sex to you, but his stroking game is so crazy, even when he takes his time with you, he's so deep inside you that it drives you crazy, you're literally pray

Chan is an experienced and mature man, he is completely confident in himself and in you. He takes the leading position in the relationship, he is the one who leads.

Do I need to tell you that all his things smell like your perfume? What if all your things are in his perfume?

You sometimes help him with lyrics or with song arrangements when he gets stuck and doesn’t understand what’s best to add.

You, who pulls the vat out of the studio.

You, who always checks how he ate or how much he slept. You absolutely monitor his regime and make sure he doesn’t overwork.

You are flying to Australia together to visit his family! they will bless your couple.

Hannah will definitely say funny things about Chris, and Lucas is so shy around you.

Oh...Berry, baby Berry 🥹🥹🥹

How about date nights?

You really raised Chan's self-esteem, with you...he fell in love with himself, just as you love him.

He's just grateful that you exist.

First love is always last love.

“Home” is not a place, it is sometimes only a man, the man whom you consider your home.

When you come, all Chan’s problems and wounds heal, he wants to live next to you.

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Pick a Pile: Message from Your Spirit Guides

Disclaimer: tarot readings are not replacements for professional advice. Take what confirms, not confuses. You make your own fate. In this reading I’ll be describing the energy of a guide and what messages this guide has, and extra details! Each row of emojis is a pile.

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Pile 1 🕊️💸☁️

[Ace of Wands, Death, bottom of the deck the Hierophant, three of clubs]

Hello pile one! I would describe your guide with the word divinity? I keep trying to find a good word, and words like angel came to mind but I feel the scope of your spirit guide is larger than what one may first think. Like maybe you hear that word and think of the soft smiling guardian angel image, whereas this energy is more like the holy, intense concept. A larger, driving force. The intensity is emphasized, I'm not sure if sometimes you feel “the essence” of this energy and it’s off putting to you? Or this could be how the energy manifests, like receiving help or guidance that comes as very big changes or intense situations that later give way to blessings. It feels fair, in the way a being with an aerial perspective of human life might be fair, if somewhat separate from the human experience. If your belief includes a concept of God, this energy may be related to that. The three of pentacles is on the top of the deck and again there's the three of clubs; there may be the impression of a larger energy because perhaps there’s multiple energies working together as a collective to help you, including deceased loved ones. There’s a lot of people of religious backgrounds in this pile who have/ had faith in concepts like angels/archangels or The Trinity, and those concepts are relevant here, especially if you only pray to God (or Saints?) and don’t engage with the concept of spirit guides too much. The main takeaway is this is a force of energy, possibly multiple combined, that especially helps you with new opportunities and cycles. They love to see you going through new opportunities and generally bring good tidings to your life and energy, helping you transmute and grow. You are like a flower in bloom to them.

Extra guide details: spiritual, church, late night walks, snowflakes, cactus, in bloom, transmutation, trios. The blue sky is significant, especially in relation to ice, winter, and snowflakes (this is emphasized). Shock, electricity. Bright light flashes. Crackling, popping. Intense, holy.

[Domination, It’s Always Teatime sideways, 9 of cups rx, 4 of pentacles, 10 of wands, who in the world are you?, follow the white rabbit, top/bottom of deck: knight of pentacles rx/ the Chariot]

Everyone always wants a piece of the pie, in detriment, "let go" (“I can’t let go”)

Your guide has a message about forgiveness; there’s past pain or disappointment keeping you very stuck in an unpleasant energy. The 4 of pentacles flipped over while the song I was listening to went “let go, let go.” There’s a sense of someone having wronged you, or possibly a cycle of wrongs between you and another. It’s the energy of someone taking advantage as if you were weaker than them, someone messing with you just because they can. Whether this was once or continuous, it has stewed in your mind, and so energetically you’re stuck in this moment of being wronged. You may unintentionally create feelings of self blame or shame with your hurt. You may ruminate over what made you upset, and your brain may cope with the intense emotion by directing anger towards yourself, but you may not consciously notice, so it continues to stew and get more enmeshed in whatever else you're holding on to. Or, your emotions could be intense on a physical level, and so the constant anger is like poison to your body. Your gut in particular could suffer or you could have issues with adrenaline. What comes to mind is the 8 of swords rx. When you work on releasing this embedded pain, you’ll be able to fly away from this cage. You’ll be able to release some of these wands that the 10 of wands figure is burdened by. 

There’s another message about finances. Some of you give far too much to family or others, to where you might not be able to pay your bills or live adequately. And for many, your family is not as grateful as they could be. Your message is telling you to hold on to more of your money to release yourself from some of this unhappiness. Really sitting down and committing to healing, however that looks for you, may also help finances. Some of you may be in a not-so-good job that’s affecting you mentally, but you’re too drained to look for something better. Healing will rejuvenate some energy & enthusiasm to improve your situation. Therapy and meditation come to mind. You’ve been stuck in this pain long enough that you might’ve forgotten some parts of yourself, which is where meditation may be helpful for rediscovery. As you heal, opportunities can increase “exponentially,” I feel. It’s like you just need to detach from this energy enough and then I’m seeing you follow a thread that’ll take you all over the place to all kinds of opportunities. I see a turtle coming out of hibernation, slow with all the earth that’s caked up on it for the last few months coming off. That’s you coming out of this, and this guide is here to help you heal and transmute the hurt. This guide especially helps with your root, sacral, solar, and heart energies, with the heart being the most concern right now. Despite the darkness, I see and feel the excitement and curiosity that will be in your energy as you work through some of these attachments (attachments from pain, trauma, rumination, exploitation, physical trauma too I hear). This guide has so much love for you! And there’s pride as well. Good job and good luck pile one, you can do it!

Extra Details: trees blooming outside apartment, Christianity, works in shipping/ fulfillment, PS2/ old video games with chunky graphics (esp with ninja or samurai characters), Final Fantasy (especially XVI, or XIV?), 3, 303, 333, angels, sitting in a dark room (especially with the light on in the hallway. If you do this to brood maybe you could turn this into meditation), lights/electricity/water cutting off (there’s a theme of being in the dark while upset, you might need better lighting in your home!), collective/ co-op/ compound, feeling like you’re in the wrong environment (literally the climate where you live may not be compatible with you but could also refer to a social environment like work. Astrocartography may help), pie, boxes, purple thread/yarn, string of fate, purple yam, pouting when you cry or when angry. Mars in Libra, Taurus, Sagittarius, or knowing someone with this placement. If you have Mars in Libra or Taurus, that may be where the struggle in asserting boundaries is coming from, there’s a need to be more protective of yourself and body or health). Scorpio energy is significant, may be in profection year of your house in Scorpio, or it maybe a prominent sign in the Solar Return (or an SR in the last 3 years). Eye of Providence. Bright colored eyes. Angel- NewDad, Let Go- NewDad, Becky- Be Your Own Pet, Washing Machine Heart- Mitski, Cane Shuga- Glass Animals

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Pile 2 🌞💌🌊

[Seven of Swords rx, Death, top/bottom of deck: princess of swords rx/ princess of pentacles rx, Protection]

Hi pile two! Your guide is very eager to come through with your message; I was picking up your energy way before I started your reading. For everyone this relationship is different, but the energy seems to be a loved one who passed at infancy or before childbirth. For some, there may have been a twin absorbed in the womb or something similar? Otherwise this is just a relationship you have to an infant, including from your family or close circle, even cousins. This could also be up to toddler age as for some maybe you had a friend in infancy this applies to. This guide has a very young, playful, loving, and fun-loving energy, and “kind” I hear. They like to flit or hang around your energy lol, if you’re sensitive you may notice them around as it’s like a child having fun around you. If you have a deceased pet (especially a medium or big dog with white & brown fur?) they may like to come around with the pet and this amplifies the energy. I’m not getting much about what specifically this guide helps with, but I think them being in your energy helps lighten it, or they may just like to be with you because they love you. For some of you if you had sudden lightbulb moments where you saw through or realized the truth about something, this guide sometimes helps you have those moments, they help you realize things for what they are, both in life and your relationships.

Specific Message for Some [!!TW!! Abortion, Miscarriage]: Some of you had an abortion, miscarriage, loss of a child, I also feel this applies to some of you that absorbed a twin in the womb—you’re not being kind to yourself, like you have a bitterness towards yourself after this event. This guide just wants you to know there’s no shame, hate, bitterness, anything like that from their end. They have lots of love and support for you, and you don’t need to carry a burden over what fate led to, or what has already come to pass. Especially if some of you blame yourself because of a physical activity you did before it happened? They want you to release these emotions and heal how you can. Also, some are not grieving this in particular but you started having a hard time for other reasons after this event, and it’s been depressing you. They are wanting you to face these factors “head-on” so you can heal and recuperate, especially if you need to physically recover from something but you’re having a hard time with other things going on.

Extra guide details: feeling warm, loss/death, fate, angels, small angel figurine, cherubim, Cupid, hearts, Valentine’s Day or similar imagery, church, natural disaster (especially hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes; these may be symbolic), excitement, childlike wonder and innocence, purity, twins, Gemini energy, Aries energy, toy blocks, popping/ patting/ banging/ thumping noises (especially a cover, grate, or vent? I see this guide running down your hall banging the wall and giggling), smelling something clean or good, soft hair, ribbons, stuffed animal (bunny)

[Becoming Braver rx, Such a Curious Dream rx, Seduction, Fehu, Nine of Cups, The Empress rx, Paths, Stork, Dog]

Your message is about letting yourself be vulnerable. You may force yourselves to be strong and it’s hard to undo the persona. To the point where defenses are indiscriminate; you may have times where you avoid good things to protect yourself but let toxicity into your life because you were blinded by something. Your guide is wanting you to relax when new opportunities come and learn when to lower walls. There’s a huge message about travel, you may have the opportunity to travel soon (especially with a friend or love interest), or maybe you’ve been avoiding a needed getaway, especially because of transportation? This is a good opportunity to let loose and clear your energy, and if you do have some issue with transportation, your guide wants you to resolve it if you’ve been avoiding it on purpose. This guide values freedom, and you being limited in yours by solvable issues frustrates them. You’re also limited by your disbelief that good things can happen to you when there’s already opportunities to experience good things, and they want you to challenge that perspective. This guide is all about taking things head on like a little warrior lol, Aries energy.

If you do have a new relationship (including platonic) or love interest, there’s a message about lightening up and letting yourself enjoy the fun parts of the beginning stages. That’s a theme across your whole message, to enjoy new beginnings, and not be afraid of nurturing or forging healthy relationships. This may help you get out the stagnant energy following you, especially if it’s coming from other people. Discernment is required when putting your walls up, otherwise your defenses are stretched thin and padded too much in the wrong areas. It’s like your defenses became a way to deny yourself happiness, the right to be vulnerable & soft. Your guide wants you to address this, to engage in the passionate parts of life, to break this cycle and start a new, better one. Again, in particular, they are encouraging fun in your social life & traveling. Also, if you have a choice of putting energy into unfulfilling relationships or mending better ones, take steps to mend real friendships.

Extra Details: moths, butterflies, & “bugs in your lawn” are significant—especially tiny moths or red butterflies, also crickets? A playdate or playroom like you might see in a preschool, nursery, or the corner of an office. 404/44/444, the Sun (I see a Sun painted in a spiral), also the Sun in tarot/ oracle, stiffness, left eye/ jaw/ face pain? Melanie Martinez, bright blonde hair or bright-colored eyes, smelling a baby or holding one up to your face (a memory?), crystals, crystal angel figurine, congenital or genetic, video games, watching old media or memories, VHS, needing more nutritious food especially if you crave ice or non-edible things, paying attention to your body on a day to day basis, allowing yourself to be more creative—esp with your self-expression like clothes or makeup, letting yourself be excited out loud. Building your faith or ability to believe again, especially believing things can be ok. New chemistry or passion with someone, challenging a lack mindset, luck, predestiny, leaves on the vine

If you already felt drawn to pile one it may resonate, this guide may be related to the energy described, or they could be referencing another guide you have

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Pile 3 🎴⚜️🏛️

[7 of clubs, 4 of diamonds, 10 of diamonds, top of deck: Queen of Hearts]

Hello pile three! For many of you this is a past life connection, or an ancestor (especially maternal). Or both, most guides in this pile lived a while ago, some more like in the 1800s, but for some it’s back to the 1400s, and for some even farther. There’s some kind of familiarity, responsibility, or bond—like fate, or the family tree and such things that have far-reaching effects. I picked up a mysterious vibe and not as much about them specifically. The energy reminds me of Morticia Adams a bit lol but there’s masculine energy here too for some. The masculine energy feels a bit more aloof/stern or self-assured, an Aries-like confidence, whereas the feminine energy is a little more playful or like a black cat in comparison (so take that as it fits if you’re familiar with either energies). Actually, before I finished writing this section, I noticed the King of Hearts is under the Queen of Hearts, so both a feminine & masculine guide with past lives/ancestry ties, or a relation to each other—they could be a pair, could be in your energy. This guide (or guides) likes to be around you sometimes when you’re doing things you like, especially your nerdy or geeky interests. If you have a garden, or take walks in nature or near flowers, they also like to use these flowers as signs, or be with you in those moments. They support you when you’re doing those things you like, especially what you do for money or hobbies, as many have family that don’t support you or are pressuring you down a specific path, especially medical or something lucrative. They are around to encourage you and instill confidence in your own decisions; they are on your side. This guide helps you with general success, stability, and good luck, particularly in the material world. They do things on their end to ensure success in your endeavors, to show you things will be okay and you’re taken care of when you put effort in. They are big on success, confidence, financial increase or independence. If there’s something about a document, form, ticket, certificate, or similar that’s significant right now, I’m not sure why but your guide is bringing attention to it, and it seems like things will turn out well with these diamond cards. This could also be something magical in paper form, like a charm or spell you did.

There are more spiritual people in this pile who practice tarot, magic, manifestation, etc. This guide especially helps the energies from these along on their end and helps bring success to your practice, this is really emphasized; the word “magic” is emphasized as well. This is particularly true if you do spells or manifestations using paper or physical methods. This guide cares about you and wants to see you succeed in your efforts!

Extra Guide Details: red roses (especially seeing one bloom or in full bloom), romantic songs (slow or sad ones), camcorder/ old camera, grainy photos or videos, VHS, long black clothing, long &/or wavy dark hair, magnetic, alluring, mysterious, black, red, dark red, dark purple, fleur de lis, wallpaper, “darker” styles, crows, large and/or weeping trees. Kintsugi (may be significant to your healing which this guide may help or bring attention to. The episode of Bojack “Good Damage” is significant for someone because that came out super specifically), boost/surge of confidence, patience in your readings or other efforts, gusts of wind or other signs in nature, windfalls of good luck or abundant finances, magic, maternal, ancestry, old, pale

[Vision, Discrimination, Restlessness, 8 of diamonds, 2 of hearts, 6 of clubs, 9 of spades, 8 of spades]

I see a Fleur de Lis again in the symbols on your cards, so that could really be significant! Off the top what I get is you have a growing idea, especially a vision for your life or something you want to do. This is mostly a plan or not even that, a dream. Your head may be up in the clouds; your guides are wanting you to ground. There’s a growing agitation in you as this dream or desire for something different fills your mind, and being ungrounded is exacerbating this. These guides are all about putting action in, so they want you to more closely guard your mind against that which detaches you from reality or the present too much. If you are spiritual they especially want you to use discernment in your practice at this time and don’t indulge in spiritual things that unsettle your mind or make you confused too much. You’re needing a practical and detail-oriented energy like Virgo so you can organize this beautiful dream!

Many of you are in the midst of a long-coming choice, especially about work or education. For example, reaching the end stage of studies/ training and deciding on the next path. One choice you feel negatively about or you’re being pushed into. Another choice you like but are pressured against doing, or also feel negatively about because of some fear, like financial stability. This could represent a current job or major if you’re wanting to leave. Serious reflection is needed! This thing you hate may be a major investment. You may feel like picking this because it seems stable, but you may not be considering burn out (which is tough on your body) or emotional pain if you force yourself. It’s not a better financial choice if you’re not able to see through your investment. With the thing you like, you have talent or interest, but maybe because it doesn’t seem stable or you’re not sure how it would work, you haven’t put in a lot of practical planning. This could also refer to wanting to make moves with a partner. This is exacerbating those restless feelings, as you get more pressured and don’t have a plan for the choice you like. Your guides need you to put that discernment and practicality into this decision process. Really think about what you’re willing to do, capable of doing, and what first steps will look like. Be realistic—not pessimistic about finances so you have a real idea of the effort needed to create success. Especially be realistic about emotions; don’t get clouded by fantasies, examine patterns and choices. Your guides are here to help you with success, but they can only do their part on their end. Factor in things like burn out and any negativity you have surrounding these choices, reflect, weigh pros & cons, because that ultimately will impact the effects of this decision months down the line. Be mindful of your environment exacerbating fear and confusion as those things detach you from reality, especially your family & work environment. Consider if you will like the environment you’re going to, as picking a place you don’t feel comfortable in will take a toll. This also applies if your current work environment is really stressing you out. This is the other side of the financial aspect to consider, if you will be able to reap any benefits in an environment that's discouraging, or if you can find a healthy way to approach that at all. Overall, channel restless energy into practical thinking! Merge your inner child & dreamer with the mature self. Ask your guides for help creating success in whatever you do!

Extra Details: reading cards/cartomancy—some of you scrap readings abruptly when you struggle (or other hobbies). This guide helps with this sometimes, especially if words or thoughts come to mind until you get the right one, as if your guide reads with you. This guide is particular (Virgo energy, you or them), and doesn’t want you to quit too easily. If you read cards (esp if you only read tarot) your guide may encourage you to expand such as trying a new form of card reading (again this may fit another hobby). Diane, Mr Peanut Butter, or Penny from Bojack, E. Asia, Japan, coastal area or island (can also be family history, an interest), Greece, things that creep out or sadden others but are significant or interesting to you, Peppermint- Jack Stauber. “Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck!” Cloves, picking somewhere to move, esp to a city/ university/ near the ocean, inner child, fruit, childhood home/town, playing house as a kid, writing/songwriting, singing (“he never said I couldnt sIiiiIng”), singing as a child in a group or specific place, passed down songs, sketching fruit, interests from childhood, cartoons, codename: KND, Chowder (show), eye dr, surgeon, exam, paying for certification

For clair-people: if you ever feel a guide going NOO >:( especially if it feels disproportionate to the situation or while you’re doing your spiritual practice— I think that’s the masculine guide I described lol. They may be a bit jarring to your energy but they don’t mean you poorly, they just have something like a dry sense of humor and don’t adjust their tone lol but you can always set boundaries if you want

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Pile 4 💦🦊⛲️

[I Wonder What Will Happen Next, princess of swords, six of swords]

Hello pile #4! For many of you this guide seems to be a past life connection and/or relative. There’s a child-like joy, so you could’ve known this guide in your youth in a past life (or this one?), and/or they could have died young. Or, they are just connected to this side of themselves, as there’s also wisdom + older energies mixed in there for some. 

This guide has a major affinity to water, in their lifetime(s) the coast or water in general was significant to them. They like and encourage you to spend time with water. At first I saw a beach with no one else around (this could be their past life or your current one), but then I got something about you going to a water park, so even though this guide prefers peace & quiet, they love water and you having fun or embracing your inner child more lol. This guide is related to the home, as well as quiet outings in nature—especially in the Summer. They are very related to your recuperation in these spaces; they’re big on the effect your surroundings create on the mind. They enjoy when you do comfy or rejuvenating activities in the home, like baking cookies because they keep excitedly showing me these fresh hot cookies lol. Their focus is on you using these times well to have the “wherewithal” to go forward in the world, especially if your life has been more about rest or “focus” recently? They want you to take resting or relaxing seriously as your foundation. They also encourage you to recuperate your thoughts + organize your mind during these times, so that you’re clear-headed going forward and know what is true. Your guide came in with the word “quiet” which I see but it’s funny because when this energy wants to say something I feel they say it really loud and pointedly lol. Like they ARE quiet or you may notice a stillness when they’re around? But, when they’re excited they energetically shout like a happy child. Another thing about the guides in this pile is many seem to have lived possibly a few hundred or more years ago, because they use somewhat archaic or very specific language. They have an affinity or relation to older architecture and a time when there was less human impact everywhere. You may notice a pull towards things related to them or that they like, especially water and coastal areas, older architecture, older media (even songs from a few decades ago), calm environments, or a pull to take walks in nature (especially the woods). For many, either you or this guide has a significant relation to Britain. 

Extra Guide Details: quiet, the ocean—especially a beach with little to no human activity, relaxing at home, egrets/herons or other waterfowl, cookies (very significant), homely (cozy), rushing water, sailing or travel over water, trust/truth, alone in nature, past life connections, water park, nostalgia/ older media, church or a place of spiritual beauty (the emphasis is on the physical building and how it affects one’s mind rather than religion itself, though if you are religious they encourage you in your faith), baptisms or initiations (extra significant; this period of your life may be an initiation into the next especially in spirituality. 

[Find the Lesson, Extremism, Resistance, 9 of pentacles, the High Priestess, Eihwaz]

This guide wants you to incorporate a lesson into your life you’ve been resisting. There’s something you or someone with a strong relation to you is struggling to accept, and it’s getting to the point where your/their behavior or mentality is getting more unstable as this is resisted. This could be something like refusing to accept a love situation is over or didn’t have a chance, and instead getting more aggressive or obsessive about love. It seems strong emotion is involved, but it doesn’t have to be love, just any situation that’s tough to swallow or has resulted in “acting out.” Take a higher perspective, and take time to appreciate the learning aspect of this experience, as there’s a lot of growth it could provide. Introspection, deep reflection, prayer, or spiritual practice with the intent of clarity & understanding are encouraged. If this is someone close, your guides still want you to learn something, such as boundaries or paying more attention to who’s unstable towards you + protecting your energy. There’s a point about raising stability & independence, and communicating what needs to be said without going overboard or blowing up. You seem to already know this with the high priestess. You’re aware of this needing your attention or “cooperation." Or, you’re aware of a lesson on some level, but your guides want you to act accordingly and not just look the other way lol. 

Once you “maintain” or integrate this lesson, it’ll be easier to move into a financial blessing or material success, especially if you’re planning something but feel overwhelmed or lack the resources. I’m not sure why the word maintain came to mind, maybe this is a continuous lesson but you backpedal, such as setting boundaries but making concessions on them. If so, your guide wants you to maintain the lesson learned. Maybe that’s also why the word cooperation came to mind; your guides want you to cooperate with them on moving forward. Also, if one of the things you’re “yearning” for is increased spiritual awareness or ability, then this guide is saying that resolving this situation and accepting it is what’ll bring you closer to your spirituality. Especially if you’ve been going overboard with spiritual things to the point where it’s affecting your mental health. Overall, your guides stress balance, discipline, and willpower.

Extra Details: a very large building with older architecture and a central courtyard between the buildings, like a university or a very old church? Needing to communicate something (like an important conversation you’re preparing for or putting off) (this guide is helping with this). A recent breakup/rejection or putting off a breakup (don’t force this to fit, whoever this applies to already knows. Could also be a platonic breakup or familial separation). Edinburgh. Yoga. Ancestors (again for some of you this could be a relative). “Cosmic phenomenon” (the sky, seeing something in the sky, or things happening in the night sky? As well as the movement of things through space such as astrology/astronomy). Animals, particularly those that accompany you when in nature; they could be related to your guide. Especially a red fox in the woods? Sail Away- The Long Faces. The guides in this pile were very lovely energy to interact with n_n. Also if you read any cards, when this guide is around you may notice an urge to read without reversals. Pile 6 may be significant if you were already drawn to it.

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Pile 5 🌳🃏🌌

[2 of cups rx, 3 of wands, 10 of swords, King of Swords, 3 of wands rx, the hierophant, bottom of a different deck is also the hierophant]

Hello pile 5! Your guide didn't come through with much about themselves except that it’s a feminine energy. They’re focused on you/ don’t need to describe themselves specifically at this time. Instead, your cards tell your guide’s relationship to you. This guide is like a personal teacher or shows you how to cut through lessons. This guide’s presence and influence is most felt or seen in emotional lessons, as their energy provides much needed balance. When you’re going through an emotional situation— especially from a “failing?” or ending relationship—this guide helps incorporate logic & mental fortitude into your thoughts. It’s interesting that there’s the three of wands twice from different decks, causing the figures in the cards to mirror each other. While you are trying to heal emotionally and facing the future, this guide is also doing work on the other side, looking into and guiding you in the future. Imagine walking down a path in the forest, and there’s someone extremely tall with you who can see far ahead on the path, see the obstacles that need to be cleared, as well as which paths are least treacherous, it’s like that. In this second three of wands, a female figure towers over a town, holding a little ship and looking out into the sea; that represents how your guide looks out for you. Your guide has much to teach you, they bring wisdom and help you find the lesson in endings and trials you go through. They’re like a school teacher with a much more personal sense of responsibility, guidance, and protection over you. The energy reminds me of an ancestor, though that’s just for some, but the sense of responsibility is similar at least. It could even be a passed on parent/guardian, grandma, great grandma etc. If a situation is not helping you grow, if something holds you back or blinds you, this guide may “cut to the chase” and intervene. The hierophant also came out twice. This guide is very “I said what I said,” like when someone is authentic nothing they do needs further explanation, it is what it is. Similar to how an adult may do something for our own good growing up, and we don’t understand their perspective until later. They may work with a higher energy or group to guide you. If you have faith or worship-based practices, that may be significant to this guide or the energy they use to help you. 

Extra Guide Details: the energy didn’t bring forward many details, and ones that did come out are ultra specific. This guide is very wise and a little on the serious or quiet side, but kind with vast knowledge. Maybe even having ancient knowledge, for some. If you work with herbs for your spirituality, especially for spiritual insight or travel, that’s significant to this guide and they may be especially present then—though they help bring you some of that insight even if you don’t do that. Your guide gives off a primordial, vast, ancient, or powerful feeling; not necessarily that old but their breadth of wisdom makes them feel that way. “Big bang” & “solar flare” came out so those may be significant, though I feel they also symbolically describe the energy of your guide. They have had many experiences or lessons, and are now able to impart what they know on you. They have gone through similar things to what you have if not the same in their time, so that’s part of why they’re able to help. If this guide is not an ancestor, and it’s not for some, then they may work or interact with yours.

[4 of diamonds, 7 of spades, 6 of hearts, 8 of hearts, ace of spades, Jack of hearts, A Moment’s Regret]

Your guide has a past, present, future message. In the past, this pile was enjoying relative stability. There were feelings you felt very secure in, literally somehow your material security may have been significant. Examples are (but not only) a friend group or going out with friends a lot, a serious relationship including engagements/ marriage, a relationship with shared finances, relative stability and contentment with those around you or in the family, positive financial investing/planning. Something happened that pulled the rug out from under your feet. A loss or sudden perspective shift of what you had emotionally, and this could have suddenly impacted your finances or sense of security. For some of you, there could have been some kind of legal proceedings or official documents you had to go through because of this situation, which added difficulty to an already shocking time. You had something fulfilling or at least something normal and then some kind of grief took over, a huge ending that feels sudden. Some of you felt something was off but didn’t engage with that feeling as things seemed okay. Your guide’s message of the future, which I think is very fitting considering I talked of them looking out onto your path, is that it all depends on your choice. In your future I see opportunities for emotional healing or intimacy, but the growth you take from this situation depends on you. This is especially true if this has to do with other people like an ex; what your emotions look like going forward will depend on if you’re willing to invest in something new and truly stable (yourself) as opposed to things that only seem nice but cannot hold against the test of time. Regardless, your future may have some healing connections in it with friends, family, or others; there may be opportunities to grow something real if you’re willing to rebuild that vulnerability and inner stability. If you commit to your own emotions and apply wisdom even when you’re going through this dark change, the light at the end of the tunnel is very bright and will give way to better things “no matter what,” but life is still what you make of it. 

As the final advice, “a moment’s regret” reiterates what I said. In the future, you may be faced with the “test” of the lesson. There may be a situation to see what you have learned and if you’re sticking to your guns emotionally, to see if you are committed to bettering yourself. Your guide says don’t “fiddle around” (lol), thinking that you’ve done the wrong thing, trying to think about if things were different, if you could go back, if you gave something bad another try, if if if. Stay present and look at the facts. If you’re committed to yourself and not sacrificing yourself for others, or sacrificing your wellbeing for a moment’s pleasure, then you can guide yourself to a better situation always. This is especially for you if you have a situation with an ex or an emotional vice/crutch. Good luck & good job pile 5, you can do it!

Extra Details: mugwort, astral or spiritual travel/flight, great grandmothers or grandmothers, ancestral line, grieving a loss, 111, divorce, thinking of someone’s health, social drinking or overdoing it (and healing from this). If you read cards your guide really emphasized “shuffle better” 😭 if you don’t already shuffle a lot lol. Gambling, recovering from an addiction or vice (I hear “social addiction”)? Long term relationship suddenly ended. Don’t look at the past with rose-tinted glasses. E/ SE Asia; [not only] Vietnam, Japan, China (especially if there’s ancestry or a family member served there). If none of this reading resonated or makes you worried because this is not you right now then this is not the right pile for you and another pile is more appropriate, especially if you felt drawn to 3. If you did resonate with this, and you already felt drawn to pile 1 or 6, that may be significant. If you work with your guides directly I feel this guide may be one that says what they have to say and then leaves like they have things to do, and while you may feel them around a lot they don’t necessarily “linger” or stay outside of a specific moment.

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Pile 6 👸📿🏡

[the Empress, two of cups, Status]

Hello pile 6! Your guide has very strong feminine energy and is likely a close relative in your family tree, even one you knew in your lifetime. This could mainly be a mother or grandmother as there’s a very strong maternal bond or feeling. It could also be other close feminine loved ones like a sister (especially twin sister), wife, aunt, cousin, even a really close best friend. It’s possible for them to be farther along in your lineage but for most this guide has a direct relationship to you. The work they put into their lifetime may have had a direct effect on yours, like your family’s current financial status, house, or belongings may be tied to this individual, others who live in your home, or others you have a close relationship to. There’s a close connection and need to guide you, like it's a continuation of their life or natural for them. If you knew each other while they were alive, you possibly had an intertwined but complicated relationship, things left unresolved. If this resonates to someone specific in your life or family, and that person’s partner also passed (a passed mother + father, grandmother grandfather etc), they collaborate with them to help you. They also guide the people around you in a way that helps, especially family. This guide is either important spiritually or important to YOU spiritually which would make sense if this is a loved one; I feel this is one of your main guides or the guidance they give you carries a lot of spiritual weight (guiding you may be important for them in their journey also). I got a very specific message for someone that if you have a connection to a female deity/ entity (especially if you have a maternal view of them or view them as more of a mother than your own?) and you became a part of her following, this could represent her. For very few of you this could even represent a living relative whom you have a very close connection to; they may somehow help you on an astral or some other level, especially if they pray a lot. If this pile doesn’t resonate even a little, another pile is a better option! 

Extra Guide Details: praying & chanting out loud or reciting mantras especially in a temple, prayer beads, kneeling or bowing during prayer or ceremony, video games (literal games or the song), cactus (you may have had a prickly relationship with this guide, or this could be otherwise significant or symbolic), family (if you are not related to this guide I feel you still know their family), uncles are significant. Spiritual protector. Mirroring. Spiritual Elder or mentor, "spiritual ancestor" (someone who is not necessarily blood related but somehow elder to you in your belief, or an ancestor who was very spiritual/religious). Folk or indigenous practices

[King of Diamonds, 9 of diamonds, 9 of spades, 7 of diamonds, Jack of hearts, ace of hearts, ace of spades, King of clubs]

Your guide is bringing attention to some upheaval in your life. Something is in the process of changing or has already changed in your family or home. Some of you may have experienced a loss (especially a younger person in the family), and/or there may have been a transformation of finances. Examples include receiving money suddenly but having to spend it, a change in career, inheritance, etc. This could also apply to someone close to you or in your home, especially if you did recently have a loss then I think you’ll be observing the effects of this on someone, especially a male relative. There could be a family gathering related to this. This change of people or finances could have seemed coincidental or the timing could have been very specific but I’m not sure how; someone could have felt it coming. The cards show that though tumultuous, change has its allotted time in our life. 

Fate is a culmination of time, but also our own efforts. This change brings beginnings to you or your loved one’s lives, and a chance to transform both pain and good things. If there is anything you feel passionate about at this time or would like to invest into, now is a very good time to think of or work towards that. Especially if you are grieving something, using that grief to propel you to new phases will help you grow. Other people around you (including bosses) or your family could be helpful at this time, or you to them. We can’t always choose endings, but we can often choose beginnings. Allow yourself to be transformed by that which happens to you, and in turn, see the changes in the transformations you create.

Extra Details: living in a city/fast-paced life (current or dreaming of it), somewhere that feels like a fairytale, travel over water or a home near water, castles, emotionally or financially investing, taking a leap of faith or risk. Spiritual hygiene, protection, and grounding are important if you feel vulnerable right now—your mental state influences your spiritual perception. If you feel overwhelmed feel free to take a break from spiritual practice or routines. Cleansing the home may help a lot. Your guide helps protect you but wants you to keep yourself grounded as well. New jobs or developments in jobs like a bonus or check. Financial decisions related to events out of one’s control. Fluctuations in finances. Cooking/ cooking with family. Happenstance, coincidental, or seemingly fated events. New beginnings (including meeting someone interesting or helpful) that may bring financial or emotional blessings but there’s a need to keep a level head and be reflective. Going where you’re appreciated, physical changes in the home. New business idea or passion. Divination practices (this may be one thing to take a break from if you feel overwhelmed). Reaping what was sown, harvest time. Something about being bullied or for some of you maybe your guide was bullied in life? If that resonates I especially feel this is a time for you to reap blessings but also to seek them. Making the most of something, blessings whose effect depends on your effort & perspective. Emotionally protecting oneself, using logic about things which emotionally rile you (like love interests or sudden whims). You guys are most likely to have another significant pile if you felt called to another one.

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[crowntism]

Dates with the bishops

I made this blog just so I could be gay in public lets GOOOO

Includes: Leshy, Heket, Kallamar, Shamura, and Narinder.

Leshy

Bishop form:

Dates with Bishop Leshy come in two flavors. Bad day dates and Good day dates.

Bad day dates often include terrorizing and causing absolute havoc across his domain, as there are two things that can make any day better for him. Spending time with you and terrorizing the people who live in Darkwood.

Sometimes he'll ask you how you want a village terrorized or how you'd like a certain follower killed. He understands if its not really your thing, but thought he'd ask anyways.

By the end of a bad day date he's exhausted and ready to curl up with you and "sleep". Bishops, being gods, don't need to sleep but regardless he loves curling up in a nest of moss and leaves and gently petting your head while you sleep. It rejuvenates him in a way nothing else can.

Good day dates on the other hand are much more chill. He takes you around Darkwood to see the beauty of the forest. He shows you every hidden nook and cranny of his territory and even shows you the hidden garden he has.

Its deep within the heart of the woods, so none ever tread in there, not even his own siblings. Its truly his home away from home. Its a field covered in a variety of flowers, some not even found normally in Darkwood, and its one of the most beautiful sights you've ever seen.

Most of your time spent there is Leshy curled around you while you try to weave a flower crown big enough for him. You can never get it long enough but its the thought that counts.

Follower form:

Dates are far less chaotic now, as he's fully lost his ability to see and it scares him a little. Most dates are led by you now as a result.

He still loves causing chaos, so some dates are spent pranking others until you (or the Lamb) put a stop to it.

Other dates are spent with you taking him slightly further from camp to go look for interesting rocks. While Leshy can't see the rocks, the texture and shapes are still appealing. You also try to find interesting flowers that smell nice.

Leshy often keeps the interesting things you find in his shelter, hoarding them for when he has his off days.

Speaking of off days, dates on those days consist entirely of staying in. Huddling up in his shelter so he can run his hands across you, mapping out your face and body shape in his mind so he never forgets you. If you were already dating while he was a bishop, he knows what you look like through the crowns eye, and his biggest fear is forgetting that knowledge. So it never hurts to remind himself.

Heket

Bishop form:

Dates with Heket often involve food. One of her favorites is to go to every village in her domain and demand they feed the two of you. If they refuse to feed you, she'll cast the worst famine they've seen before leaving them to slowly starve to death. If they feed you and you don't like the food, she'll slaughter the main cook. However, if they make a food you genuinely enjoy, their crops will be blessed. Villages that are closer together often collaborate to try and make the best dishes possible to ensure not only survival, but her blessings as well.

Dates that don't involve food are rarer but consist of her taking you out to safely see Anura's beauty. All bishops are proud of their domains, and her pride is the bountiful crops. Although Anura is known for its pumpkins, it also has an abundance of apples. Orchards are everywhere and she loves taking you to her favorites to show them off.

Apple picking dates are her way of getting you out of her temple and doing... something. She is very protective of you and doesn't let you out of her sight regardless, but at least now you don't have several cult members and servants doing literally everything for you! She also adores picking you up and holding you so you can reach apples higher up on the tree.

Follower form:

Dates with food are now rarer, as she doesn't have the abilities of the crown to dull the pain her throat is in. Most dates are spent on the outskirts of the camp just basking in silence.

When a date does involve food, it mainly involves the preparation. Harvesting, gathering, hunting, even just cooking the food. Her relationship with food is odd now, as with the yellow crown she was in a constant state of hunger and being uncomfortably full is an awful feeling, so she doesn't typically eat with you. She loves watching you eat what she makes though and loves knowing that even though she had caused famines in the past you'd never go hungry with her.

On her off days she doesn't even want to be around food, and with the cooks almost always working to feed the many mouths of the cult its best to take her further away. You take her back out to Anura, sticking close to trails already traveled, just to get her away and relaxed.

Kallamar

Bishop form:

Bishop Kallamar has many partners, so dates are actually very sparse. He wants all of his consorts to feel loved and cherished so he has a very strict schedule.

He often changes up dates depending on if he believes one of his consorts has been neglected. If he feels he hasn't been giving you enough attention he takes you around to different storefronts, encouraging you to get whatever you'd like. Sugar daddy behavior in that he'd buy you countless of the most expensive items for whatever hobby you choose. You're a painter? The finest paints and the best canvas for you. Seamstress? Only the richest and most vibrant of fabrics for you.

On normal dates he'd take you to a theater. He's big on theater and had quite a few built in his domain. Most of the plays are about him and his accomplishments but he does allow a few others. Most of them are sappy love stories as the guy is a bit of a romantic.

Group dates are also a must! Most group dates are held within the temple and involve dinner or his consorts favorite plays. He will literally start kidnapping people if you wish to see a play.

If you desire something lower key than a play that's fine too! Anchordeep is a beautiful place filled with wonder and he'd be more than happy to guide you through his favorite places.

Follower form:

Kallamar is kind of agoraphobic. He's no longer as powerful as he used to be and is actually very susceptible to disease and illness. Most dates you two will have are spent entirely inside.

He no longer has his other consorts (most of them either abandoned him or believed him to be dead) so dates are far more frequent. He genuinely hates being alone, so you pretty much live with him now.

Creative dates are a must have, whether the two of you are drawing or crafting or painting, he likes to keep his hands and tentacles busy with things of beauty.

If you're comfortable with it you often become the model for him. He's so happy when you agree and hes even happier when he manages to capture your beauty.

The walls are filled with images of you two together.

If you manage to get him out of his shelter then one of his favorite things to do is spend time in the river. He misses Anchordeep and the water, so taking him swimming is a must.

On his bad days its best to just spend time in bed. Nothing he creates turns out right and the outside world is terrifying. Just curl up with him and whisper sweet nothings to him, that's all he asks of you.

Shamura

Bishop form:

Shamura is, unfortunately, very forgetful nowadays. It's best to write down when your dates are and put them in noticeable spots for them to see.

Dates with them are often spent in their personal library, the two of you cuddled up in a silk hammock reading quietly. Whenever you request something they send a cultist or a servant to get whatever you wish just so you don't have to leave the comfort.

Other times dates are spent watching fight pits. Shamura allows you to decide if the loser lives or dies. Their fates are entirely within your hands.

Dates around Silk Cradle are rarer for Shamura, as they are forgetful and don't want to accidentally abandon you to the dangers outside. When they do take you out, its often with an accompaniment. Their most trusted followers who, should Shamura have an episode and leave abruptly, can guide you back to the temple safely.

Follower form:

Just like with bishop Shamura, you need to remind them of dates. Unlike with bishop Shamura, however, they don't have as many responsibilities. Meaning that the notes they have to sort through are fewer and they have a better chance at noticing and remembering.

Dates are kept close to the camp, the risk of Shamura having an episode and wandering off are too great, so it's best to stick around a place where they have reminders of their new life. You manage to get a library built in camp for them though, so most dates are spent the same way as with the bishop form.

On bad days, you don't really have dates. Bad days involve massive amounts of panic, they barely remember who you are or where they are, so the day is spent calming them down and going through some exercises to help them.

They always feel immense guilt over these days, so the dates afterwards are spent showering them in affection and attention.

Narinder

(No bishop form because my man was locked away for like. 1000+ years who knows what changed in the world since he was locked away. Instead imagine constantly dying just so the devil can go "heyyyyy lets go on a date in hell" but hell is an empty foggy void and his two kids are staring at you autisticly.)

Follower form:

Dates with Narinder often involve exploring. He was locked away for so long and finally gets a second chance and he's going to take advantage of it.

He refuses to hold your hand until you're further away from people, and then he latches on and refuses to let go. He's already dealt with so much loss in life, he's not willing to lose his partner even if its just a walk through the Lambs territory.

Loves exploring destroyed villages with you, though he denies it as soon as your back is turned he's burying the skeletal remains of villagers to give them a proper farewell from the world. He may not be the god of death any longer, but the will remains.

Pays his respects to every grave he sees, at least until you turn around and look at him and he's suddenly 4 feet from the grave terrorizing a small bug.

He HATES pda, but alone in the woods with you he'll start to get affectionate. Secretly loves holding your hand and pressing kisses to your face. Nuzzling is a must for this cat as well.

The rare few times you've had a date closer to camp it's spent sun bathing. Just laying on the grass being warmed by the firey star.

The date is over as soon as somebody else notices you two and he's sprinting away.

[donutfloats]

Reign of Gods musing

Keep listening to the Hayfields album by Yaelokre which is giving me brain worms for this AU, so here or some of my ideas

The War hasn’t/doesn’t happen, but the Bishops are some of the most powerful gods within the region, while the others have small followings or none at all (mayhaps a possible God Apollo for that LeshyCat ship, dunno what he’d be tho)

God Lamb doesn’t have a huge following, really is a small god in comparison- BUT their domain is strong as its concept is *Change*. From the flower blooming then wilting, the trees growing their leaves then shedding, the current in a creak growing into a pond etc. but the most important aspect is the inevitability, as change comes for everything, and will come in many forms, the scariest for the Bishops is change to their own godhood.

The Bishops are worried about this, especially Shamura, as the eldest and wisest they can see the probability and change, and with it an imbalance

Narinder however, is curious. His Domain is of course Death after all, the inevitability, yet the idea that change comes for everything has him curious if it’s even possible for his domain

They eventually decide to simply ignore the Lamb, taking into consideration of their cult size they don’t view them as a threat- but do keep tabs on them, and have plans that if a change in the air does appear: The Lamb will be executed

Narinder can’t help but want to know more about the Lamb, so he chooses to visit them. He does this under the guise of bing the one to “keep tabs on them.” But he really wants to know more about their domain

Its first presented more diplomatic, Narinder just wishing to see their domain, expecting pushback at first because, well, he’s the god of death, so assumes the Lamb will tell him to leave- but is surprised when he’s welcomed in happily

And this is how their friendship starts, Narinder visits more often than he needs to simply because he enjoys their company

Lamb is, well, lonely. They have followers yes, and they love their followers dearly, but they want to make a connection with someone who just see’s them as another person. But that was hard, as word spread of this God of Change, of a New Kind of Inevitability, so they were avoided by many, as these other gods worried that if they interacted with Lamb, that they may lose their godhood to this “change”. Narinder coming into their life felt like a blessing, and they savoured every minute their spent together

They both found someone who didn’t fear their inevitabilities

Yada yada they fall in love, the Bishops are like “WE TOLD YOU TO KEEP TABS ON THEM NOT DATE THEM” and Nari is like “Oops… Anyway”

This is all I got so far lol, some ideas I keep going back and forth between, like the Bishops killing Lamb and making Nari become a vengeful deity who has to be locked up but since he’s the god of death he brings Lamb back who defeats the Bishops and free’s their boyfriend/hubby

This idea is tricky tho cause I do want the Bishops to live and be forgiven so they can be a big happy family, but idk how I could do that if they do this specifically

Idk lol I’m insanely rusty with making AU’s and musing ideas, haven’t done this in in 5 years so idk what directions I wanna go with this stuff lmao

[blues824]

Hashira with a s/o that is beloved by the god/goddess of death! Meani they are immortal being. They, like the water hashira has a lot of survivor's guilt..

S/o is a new hashira.... met the Blood Pillar! Other game's they are called are 'Blessed Death, Eternal Rest, Child of Death, Demon, Spiritless Slayer,etc...'

They wear a black wedding? veil that is attached to a dead flower crown! Their haori is huge on them and I mean that comfy baggy feel! The design is the basic black base and the pattern is like this!

S/o is the opposite of what they look like but they give of 'cinnamon roll but I wear the pants in the relationship energy!'

Gender-neutral reader, described as beautiful. Mentions of marriage.

Gyomei Himejima

Bro can’t see you, but he has some sort of concept of how you look and he thinks the veil adds to your beauty. He probably worships you because you are beloved by the god of death, but once you become his significant other it’s over for you. He is down on his knees for you.

Since he has a visual impairment, his other senses are heightened. Thus, he can feel when you’re sad. There was one time where you were thinking back to your fallen comrades and a heavy onset of survivor’s guilt just hit you, and Gyomei pulled you into his arms and just stayed there for a few seconds. No words were needed, as you cried into his chest.

Every time he meets with you, he will lift the veil and give you a kiss. It never fails to make you flustered, because if you remember you would typically know that this action is reserved for the big day. Not to worry, because he promises that he will marry you one day.

You both are natural-born leaders, but he’s happy to follow you around. You often take his hand in yours and gently pull him along to different places, especially if you are admiring the flowers placed within burial sites. It’s not an uncommon thing to visit them because of your profession after all.

Mitsuri Kanroji

The Love Hashira with the Blood Hashira… if this doesn’t fit hand-in-hand in the darkest way possible, I don’t know what does. When you become her significant other, be prepared for an onslaught of affection and loving words as well as gifts.

She can tell when her beloved is saddened, and if you want to talk to her then she will share some of her sakura mochi to get you more comfortable. If you don’t want to talk about it, she won’t force you. She believes that you will tell her when you’re ready.

Whenever she gets the chance, she will steal your haori. It’s comfortable, it smells like you, and it brings her comfort. You can’t even be mad because she’s so adorable. Mitsuri will pout when you ask for it back, and will beg you for just 5 more minutes.

For being the Blood Pillar, you were the least violent person that she knew. You even returned a lot of her affection. Placing a kiss upon the back of her hand as a greeting, supplying her with sakura mochi to surprise her, gifting her a bouquet of flowers, etc. 

Giyu Tomioka

Was very wary of you at first, but got attached quicker than he would have liked to admit. For a person beloved by the god of death, you were a very happy person. When you became his significant other, you really showed him what joy was. It was a fun feeling that he had forgotten.

He can tell that you have survivor’s guilt. It takes one to know one. So, when he can tell that you’re trying to pull through the depressive episode by yourself, he will hug you. Physical affection isn’t his strong suit, but he knows that you need it so you know you’re not alone.

Finds the veil with the dead flowers beautiful in a dark way. He also lifts the veil to give you a kiss, but instead of it being a greeting each day, it’s when you are united again after a mission. This can lead to a full makeout session depending on how long either of you have been gone.

Giyu knows nothing about romantic relationships, so you are definitely going to have to lead him through it. He constantly lives with the fear of losing you, but you have to remind him that he’s the mortal one here. 

Tengen Uzui

You were an addition to his family, and his wives and himself each loved you. He first found both the fact that you were favored by the god of death as well as the fact that you were therefore immortal to be flamboyant, until much much later.

He can also tell when you’re going through an episode of survivor’s guilt, and he and his wives will try to comfort you to the best of their abilities. It often ends up being a huge cuddle pile with you being the center of attention. It serves as a reminder that you’re now married to 4 people who are there now and care about you.

Even though the ceremony had passed, your Hashira outfit contained a black-based haori with a veil that was attached to a headpiece decorated with dead flowers. It was giving a corpse bride, and your husband and wives were thriving for it.

Again, Tengen always considered himself as the ‘leader’ of his family, but you were definitely the true leader. Before going out on a mission with you, he would ask if he could go because you had a much higher chance of surviving if the plans were screwed up.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

The second you were introduced, all disrespectful thoughts about you flew right out the window. You looked sad, and he suddenly felt his heart tugging at itself, wanting to go comfort you. Bro has no idea where this feeling came from, but he knew that he wanted you to be his.

When you’re feeling down because you're reminiscing about the loss of your fallen comrades, he won’t give you the time to feel sad. He wants you to turn it into a productive anger, and he will pull you by the hand to start training. He will throw punch after punch so you are distracted.

Your haori and veil never fail to make him flustered. He sees you move with grace in battle, and he has almost died a few times because you distract him. If you accuse him of being cheesy like that, he will tell you to shut up and he will cover his mouth so you won’t see he’s blushing. When he officially lifts the veil, he thinks you look breathtaking before he places a kiss upon your lips.

I think you both are leaders, but behind the scenes Sanemi is very soft. If you are to trace his scars in public, everyone will be able to see who’s really wearing the pants in the relationship. It was weird the first time someone caught you because they saw the Wind Hashira laying his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair.

Shinobu Kocho

She thought you were very intriguing at first. Beloved by the god of death, you were granted immortality. You were practically a legend, but she knew that you were suffering. She could see it clearer when you both got more romantically involved.

When you’re down in your feels, she will bring you some tea and she will place her large haori over your shoulders so you’re surrounded by her smell. She will listen to you if you want to talk to her about your old friends that you lost in battle. She knows what you’re growing through; she lost her sister by a demon.

The butterflies around the estate often land upon your dead flower crown, and it makes you look absolutely majestic. The splashes of color amongst all the black you wear really added a certain touch of delicacy, like life meeting with death. It served as a metaphor for you two: life meeting death.

Shinobu doesn’t mind you being the leader within the relationship. It gives her someone to go to when she’s distressed. But it really shows when she’s going to be sent on a mission. You insist that you go instead because you’re immortal and you have a much less chance of dying.

Kyojuro Rengoku

You are the coal to his flame. You are why he is alive. When you first got introduced to each other, mans took a real minute and let his smile drop as he was gazing at you. He was just in shock at how gorgeous you were. When you finally came around to saying hello to him, he took your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

He knows what it’s like to feel guilty for being the one to live, and he’s aware that it must be even harder for you because you’re immortal and can’t die. But he won’t let you think that you should have died. In order to distract you, he took you outside to see the sunset.

Your veil just added a bit of mystery that he absolutely loved. When he finally got permission to lift the veil (you think he’s going to pass up the chance of marrying you??), your eyes made him realize that you were his whole world. 

This man goes so soft for you, it’s so freaking adorable. He might seem like he’s leading you both in the relationship, but you are the one wearing the pants. He is not afraid to show that in public either. He worships the ground you walk on… in public and at home.

Obanai Iguro

He didn’t know what to think when he first saw you. He wanted to be angry that someone had joined them as a fellow Hashira, but you were just so beautiful. Kaburamaru started slithering towards you and the Snake Pillar was so embarrassed. However, you knelt down and gathered his animal companion to place him gently on your shoulders. That’s when he knew he was in love.

As stated before, you suffer from survivor’s guilt. Obanai isn’t the best when it comes to comfort, but he will allow Kaburamaru to become your companion in times of grief. He knows that this feeling will get worse as time goes on, especially with your ‘blessing’ of immortality.

Obanai first lifted your veil in private, and you did the same with his bandages. He was scared of what you would think, but you placed a kiss on each side of his mouth before placing one on his lips. Bro was so happy he almost cried.

Now, no one expected it, but this pillar is a huge pushover when it comes to you. He’s not the best with words, so he shows his love through gifts. But you show your love to him through physical affection, something he’s not used to but definitely loves. There was one time where he fell asleep on you, and you covered him with your haori.

Muichiro Tokito

He was staring off into space until you came into his view. He was taken by surprise by a black veil with a black and red haori, and he thought you were the most alluring person he had ever seen. Bro started following you around like a lost puppy.

Now, he knows what it’s like to live with survivor’s guilt. However, his grief has manifested into anger that he just suppresses. You deal with worse on a constant basis. You’ve lost your family so long ago, and he can’t imagine having to cope with trying to not get close to anyone because you’ll end up losing them.

Your veil and haori are very interesting to him, along with the flower crown you wear. The flowers actually started blooming once again, probably because of the mist he creates with his breathing technique. Once he does lift the veil (in a few years), the flowers atop your head look as though they were just bloomed. This man was never in charge in the first place. He may ask you out on cloud-gazing dates, and he might be the king of different unexpected dates because he likes to surprise you, but you would be doomed if he was in charge. He zones out a lot, but you have nothing against being in charge.

[madamechrissy]

But it's Better if you Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ Breeding kink, cunnilingus, blow jobs, daddy kink, explicit sex

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 13- Final _ Masterlist

Epilogue

Four months later

You married Nanami fucking Kento.

You are Mrs. Nanami!

As Nanami and you are now overlooking the beautiful balcony in Malaysia, the light sea breeze caressing your skin, the scent of exotic flowers floating through the air, you shut your eyes, vivid images filling your mind. The waves from the South China Sea crashing on the sandy beach below your hotel room creates a serene rhythm that you could listen to forever.

The wedding had been beautiful, traditional and small, just with all the people you both cared about. Nanami had been so damn gorgeous in this black tuxedo, you had wore a pretty white traditional kimono dress, in a beautiful old church. But the biggest memory was of Nanami’s hazel gaze as you’d walked down that aisle, of the love an emotion as you’d said your vows.

“Darling, I promise to always be your rock, to be there for you no matter what, to provide for you, and for any of our children if we’re so lucky.” You’re sobbing at this point, happy your makeup was waterproof, as he’d held your little hands in his.

Nobara is behind you, along with Gojo’s wife and Suguru’s fiance. Behind Nanami was Gojo, Geto and Yuji, who had sort of… bombarded Nanami with undying affection? He adored him, as if he was his big brother. They all stand so handsome in light blue suits, as your ladies wear light blue dresses.

Your mom, step dad, and Nanami’s parents are all in the crowd, along with other family and friends from both sides. And though you’re so blessed to have them all, there was nothing like being in front of Nanami Kento, as he looks at you with such love it takes your heart captive.

“I promise to love and cherish you, forever and ever. Long till I part, I love you eternally. You are my rock, you are my love, you are my everything. The happiest day I have ever had was when I first kissed you, when I knew that the man I’d felt so much for so long was everything.” Nanami blinks back emotion, sighing.

“I was an idiot, how did I not appreciate those coffee doodles!?” Everyone is laughing, you smile softly. “You take me out of my head, out of my grind. Without you I don’t know how I existed.”

“Oh, Kenn… you took me out of my grind too, you taught me that I have multiple paths. With you, I feel I can do anything.”

You both lean in, and the priest clears his throat, making you both flush, and little oohs and ahhs. “Do you…” The priest says your name. “Take Kento Nanami to be your husband, to cherish until death do you part?”

“Of course, of course. Yes, yes yes.” Your hand is shaking as Nanami slides a delicate band to go along with his grandmother’s ring, glinting in the light.

“And do you, Kento Nanami, take her to be your wife, to cherish until death do you part?” Nanami exhales, clutching your hands so tightly, looking down at you with parted lips, with glittery eyes full of emotion.

“I do, of course I do, this life and the next, my beautiful darling.” You shakily slide his thick gold band on his finger, then Nanami yanks you too him, earning the howls of the groomsmen.

“You are now officially husband and wife, go ahead now, kiss her.” The priest says with a chuckle, then Nanami smashes his lips on yours, lifting you up and you’re dangling there, clinging to his neck. He’s kissing you over and over, and you taste his sweet breath, drinking in it all, every bit of him.

“Oh I love you, I love you so much Kenn.” You whisper, and he moans, slamming his lips again as everyone cheers.

“I love you more than anything, my darling.”

“Forever.”

“Forever.”

***

After a long flight, you all had landed in this beautiful hotel in Malaysia, and you feel blessed to be here with him, with the man of your dreams, as you both stare out into the beauty. The sun is rising, casting a warm, golden light across the horizon. You can see the outline of palm trees swaying gently in the distance, a sight that you never thought you would even see.

“This is paradise, I’ll never want to go back.” You murmur softly, and Nanami exhales, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Neither do I, darling.” His hands slide up your breasts, which are so sensitive for some reason, you whine out as he barely brushes them, before cupping them. “Is this… rude to say…”

“Oh no, what!”

“Your breasts, they’re so full lately.” You cry out as he squishes them, and you sigh a bit at the sensation.

“I think I gained five pounds, not happy about it, luckily the Kimono hid it. Like went to my tummy? Maybe my boobs.” You grumble.

“You look beautiful, you can't tell at all, love.” You smile back at him.

“It’s because you make too much good food!”

“Is that it, hmm? I gained ten myself. I blame you.” You giggle at that, shaking your head then hissing as he touches sensitive nipples. “Why so sensitive though, darling?”

“Hmm… not sure. Not on my-” You pause then, blinking. Nanami is just kissing down your neck, as he toys with your breasts.

No way.

You can’t be…

“I need you again, can’t get enough of my wife .” He whispers, and you’re turned now, pressed against him, your nipples hard against his bare chest. You eagerly lean into the kiss, shoving the thought away for just a moment, to enjoy being picked up against his perfect body.

“My husband.” You whisper back, and he moans then, carrying you to the huge, gorgeous wide bed, decked with clean white sheets and pillows, resting you on the soft bed as he slips off your little nightie. “Oh Kenn…”

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Nanami,” he murmurs, kissing down your collarbone to the swell of your breasts as he eases the silky fabric down your body. His hot, talented tongue traces the line of your neck, and you feel a thrill run through you, your body responding to his touch like it’s fire.

Memories flood you of last night, you’d torn into each other, after wading in the beautiful waters, and it only serves to make you more wet as you grind up eagerly, your hands sliding up and down his perfect, chiseled frame. You feel every single muscle in his shoulders as his kisses slide further down, biting your throat, you suck in a breath at the sensation.

“Kenn…” He hums against your throat, big hand cupping your face, leaning you up to kiss him desperately, lips devouring yours, and you meet him, stroke for stroke, tongues dancing, swirling. “Mmm!”

You’re just moaning against his lips, as you’re consumed by him, fuck you would never get enough of him, of your Kento. As he kisses you, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing it gently before sliding down your thighs. His kisses grew more urgent, his hands more demanding. And it makes your heart race, thudding out of your chest with the intensity.

Nanami’s eyes lock on yours as he slid his hand between your legs, finding you already wet and ready for him, groaning as he slides a finger down your slick folds. “You’re always so eager for me, aren’t you?” He teases, stroking you gently, watching as your brows draw together, as you bite that lower lip in pleasure.

“Always for you, Kenn.” You say softly, and he leans down now, his breath hot against your skin, and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. “Mnh! Oh my god!”

You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips, they are stupidly sensitive, and he’s rubbing your engorged little clit now too. You’re close just from this, eyes starting to roll back in your head, as he works you, as you cling to his silky blond hair, pulling it and relishing in every sensation. The scent of his sweat, the weight of his body, the feel of him.

As Nanami continued to pleasure you, you felt a sudden rush of emotions, love and lust mixing together in a heady cocktail that made you feel dizzy. “My husband…”

“My wife. Beautiful wife. Perfect wife.” Nanami says against your breast, the vibrations sending more waves of pleasure through your body. “Need something, darling?”

You’re grinding his thigh eagerly, making him chuckle, and you pout. “Need fingers, please Daddy.”

He moans at that, then his hungry gaze hits you, and he is sliding a long, thick finger inside you, pressing on that spongy little spot in your pussy. You scream out, drenching him down to his hand, down damn near to his fancy gold watch, and he’s studying you carefully as he brings you higher. You’re clinging to his shoulders now, whimpering as pleasure blinds you.

“More, please more. Please, Daddy.” You beg, and he smirks so fucking charming.

“Anything for my perfect girl.” You fucking melt at that, as he then has two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made you gasp. You felt yourself tightening around him, desperate for more, for his cock inside you. His thumb circled your clit now, teasing and slow, and you feel yourself losing it, as your hips are rising to meet his fingers.

“Close, close! Fuck!” You cry out, and he huffs now, desire mirrored in his lidded eyes, his lips parted as he watches you.

“You be a good girl and wait till I’m licking you, got it?” His words do something to you, you can’t even function now, you’re losing everything in him.

“Yes, Daddy, promise… I’ll wait.” You manage weakly, earning a kiss down your ribs, down your abdomen, and your stomach sucks in at how good it feels.

“You’re becoming such a good girl, little brat.” You giggle, but it’s cut off when he’s between your thighs, when his tongue is sliding up your slit, from your hole all the way to your clit.

“F-fuck, s’good I… Kenn!” You’re soaking his handsome face, that chiseled damn jaw, as he’s lapping your wetness up. You writhe so much he holds your hips down, looking right up at you then.

“Spread these thighs wide.” He orders, and of course you fucking do. “And keep them open, understood darling?”

“Yes, yes… promise, Sir.” He grabs you by the fat of your ass now, burying his face against your eager cunt, until he has you on the edge of falling off the Earth, humming on your little clit. “Can I… cum… Kenn, fuck !”

“You can cum, you’re being so good.” You shatter then, gushing so much wetness it’s fucking embarrassing, and Kento laps it all up greedily, literally drinking your pussy up. “So yummy, darling.”

“You’re fucking Aquaman.” You mumble, and earn his soft laugh, the one that always makes your chest tighten, as you eagerly yank him up by his hair.

“So greedy, can’t you let me spend more time? I love kissing her.”

“Need your pretty cock in me, Kenn. Please.” You reach down eagerly, and he groans, when you smear that precum already leaking out of his fat tip, stroking it up and down.

“How can I deny my perfect girl anything?” He whispers, then he’s shoved his cock deep inside you, making you scream out, your back arching, and he uses that to kiss a burning trail down your neck. “Fuck you feel so perfect .”

“S’good… Ken… cumming…”

“Already? You’re too easy darling.” He teases, but it doesn’t matter, you’re throbbing around his cock, and he’s tensed over you, strong jaw clenched, as a hand comes to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing on your pulse point. “Beautiful when you cum, darling.”

You’re still overwhelmed, as you’re soaking down the length of his cock, stretching your little pussy out, and his own eyes roll back as he pumps in you, faster and faster now. You’re struggling to take him, legs shaking around his narrow hips, as his weight presses on your chest, and he’s fucking you further and further into that soft mattress.

You cling to him with shaky hands, nails digging into his back and making him shut his eyes in pleasure, as he then leans back, squeezing your throat. Your eyes roll back at how fucking good it feels, he knows just how to choke you, how to squeeze that oxygen away, making Nanami your oxygen.

You weakly cling to his wrist, as he presses up with his big strong hand, his other clinging to the white headboard as he pumps his cock inside your tight walls. “Lift those legs up higher, you can do that can’t you darling?”

“Y-yes!” You barely squeak out a word, holding your legs up for him now, and he’s even deeper, as he squeezes so goddamn good.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His praise, his choking, his cock? You’re done.

You cum so hard it’s blinding, walls fluttering around his length, and he even pauses, his light lashes lowering over his hazel eyes. You’re pulsing now, as if begging for his cum, but Kento loves to keep it going, so he’s stilling himself, easing his grip as you see stars burst behind your eyes. You look up at him, sucking in a breath greedily, looking at his chiseled frame over you.

“You feel so exquisite my love.” He huffs, and you melt further, pulling him back down and smashing your lips up to his firm ones. He’s drinking in all of your sighs, as you twitch and tremble from your orgasm, and now he’s going slower, sweaty body working over yours.

“I love you, Kento. I love you. S’much so-ah!” You’re so sensitive every roll of his hips is doing you in. You whine out in pleasure, helpless under him, drinking in every bit of him.

“And I love- ah- you, darling. Wife .” His words make you lose it again, tears in the corners of your eyes as his precious face contorts with pleasure, and one of his huge hands entwined with your little one, swallowing it in his big hold. “Will you cum one more time for me, like a perfect girl?”

“Anything for you, Husband .” He moans at that, as you all are desperately tearing into each other, and he’s thrusting so deep you can’t take it, pressing in your cervix with his leaky tip, and then he’s moaning against your lips, as his cock starts pulsing. You cum with him, as his hot white cum coats your walls, as he fills you.

“Take all of it, wife, all this cum.” He whispers, you’re struggling to come to, as the climax rocks you, as he spurts so hot inside of your cunt, whispering his love against your lips. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Husband. Mmnh, Ken… sensitive!” He’s still pumping inside you, as his cum is getting pushed out all over, making a dribbly mess of you two.

“Fuck I’m a lucky man.” He hums, and you smile, drunk off him.

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Me, darling.”

“No, it’s me, my Kento.” You both laugh as you kiss, over and over, as the gentle warm breeze wafts in the open windows. It’s paradise here, Nanami is paradise.

***

The next morning you all are sitting, having a traditional Malaysian breakfast, with Roti and a delicious dip, and you’re wolfing it down, to Nanami’s amusement, his sexy lips upturned as you’re licking the dip off your fingers. You flush embarrassed, as you both laugh more, snuggling and overlooking the beach.

“That appetite lately. Am I fucking you into finally eating good?” He hums into your ear, and you flush at that.

“Maybe so, I don’t know I’m like starving lately! I… Oh…” You hold your tummy then, and blink a bit as it’s rumbling.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asks softly, and you sigh.

“I don’t know, maybe I ate too much too quickly. Too yummy. Now my tummy is hurting.” He puts a big hand on it carefully, and you wince a bit as it’s rolling, a wave of nausea hitting you.

“Do you need anything? I could go to the market and get something to ease it, maybe some ginger?” You sigh, nodding then, but soon you’re jumping up, and running to the toilet, and everything you just ate is gone. Nanami follows you, holding your hair as you shove at him.

“No, it’s gross, go.” He holds your hair anyway, worried look drinking you in as you empty all the contents of your tummy.

“What’s wrong, darling? I’ve never seen you throw up.”

“I don’t, ugh. What the…” You pause then, flushing the toilet, and he helps you up, where you start rinsing your mouth out with cold water. “Kenn…”

“Yes, darling what can I do!? Is this from the trip maybe?” You do some mental math, then you grab your tits, drawing Nanami’s confused look. “Um… darling I don’t think this is the time-”

“Fuck, Kento! Fuck it’s been like over two months!”

“Since…”

“My period. And my tits hurt. And I’m puking!?” Nanami’s usually lidded hazel gaze widens, and now he’s looking at you in shock.

“You’re… could you be…”

“Do you think they have pregnancy tests?”

“I’ll be right back.” He holds your arms, kissing your forehead and grabbing the keys to the rental car, and he’s gone in a flash, as you start brushing your teeth, damn near gagging on just that, staring at your flushed cheeks in the mirror.

You shouldn’t get excited yet… you need to wait…

***

“Holy shit.” You murmur, as you peer at the test, and then you walk out of the bathroom, nervously looking at your husband. The one you just married a few days ago in fact. He jumps up, coming to you quickly, and you see it, the nerves, he’s wrecked his usually perfect hair with his hands running through it.

“What does it say!?” You take a shaky breath, as your heart is pounding, and emotion hits your eyes. “Darling…”

“We’re having a baby.” You whisper, and his own eyes start filling with tears, as he picks you up, holding you tightly, spinning you as you giggle breathlessly, test still firm in your hand.

“A baby!? A baby…” He’s slamming his lips on yours, tasting your salty tears that mix with his own, as he eases you down now, touching your still flat tummy. “A baby with you? Oh my God, I don’t know if I could be a happier man.”

“Oh Kento, you’re gonna be the best fucking dad, ever .” You cup his face, swiping thumbs across his sharp cheekbones, and his own lip trembles, he’s pecking kisses all over your face, as he rubs your sore tummy.

“You’ll be the best mom, I can’t wait to see you, holding our baby.” You both slam kisses against each other, over and over, as you think of what this means for you both.

“Oh Kenn, what do you think it’ll be!? A boy, a girl?”

“I want a little girl to spoil, pretty like her mother.” He only makes you cry more, as he holds you against his chest, and you feel his heartbeat. “Should we cut the trip a little early? So you can-”

“No, no. Baby will be fine for two weeks. You always wanted this, Kento, I want to enjoy our paradise. We just have a tag along.” You smile as you hold his hand over your tummy.

“You’ll be so beautiful, round with our baby. You already glow.” He kisses those tears off your cheeks, and your heart is so full, you can’t imagine how it will be when your baby comes.

***

6 months later

“Oh god, this looks painful! This is scary, Nobara!” Yuji is clinging to Nobara, yeah they’re together now? It’s kinda weird but also kind of perfect. She rolls her eyes as he shivers in fright while you’re having a ridiculous contraction.

“I’m staying on the pill.” She says, and you manage a little laugh at that, as Gojo, his baby and his wife, along with Geto and his pregnant wife pour in the room. Your mom kisses your head and heads out to grab a coffee, Nobara and Yuji join, clearly terrified of this.

Nanami is sitting right by you, holding your swollen tummy, fuck you’re huge, it’s not even twins. You’re miserable honestly, but you can’t wait to meet this baby, you can’t wait to see it in Nanami’s arms. He’s kissing your forehead sweetly, as his friends come to you, all giving you little pecks of reassurance.

“Hey guys, oh my gosh thank you so much for coming! Oof.” You try to sit up, but the epidural has you pretty boneless. Nanami eases you up, and Gojo’s wife comes right up to you, hand on your tummy.

“Are you dilated?” She asks, and you nod, making her exhale in relief. She’d had a c section and a rough one, and you can tell she is worried for you.

“See, it was your fault brat, Nanami’s a big guy and she can do it.” She scowls over at Gojo and baby Rai, who was the prettiest girl, so sweet as she’s smacking Gojo’s face with her little hands.

“Hit him, Rai, good girl!” She says, earning Gojo’s glare.

“She gets this from you!?”

“Hello, love.” Suguru says then, and you smile at him and his wife, who has her hand on her little tummy.

“You’re the prettiest woman in labor, how!?” She asks, and you giggle, shaking your head and then wincing in pain.

“Oh no I’m not, that was her.” You nudge your head to Gojo’s wife and she laughs, shaking her head.

“I didn’t have labor, so you can’t count it.”

“Her insides were cool.” Gojo muses, as he comes closer, sitting in a chair and letting Rai crawl all over him.

“Gojo, you’re so weird.” You say, to the laughter of everyone but him. “In a good way I mean?”

“Nah, it’s in a bad way.” Suguru says, and Gojo flips him off.

“Are you okay, darling?” Nanami murmurs then, and you nod, smiling at them all, though the baby is kicking everywhere, and everything hurts, your tummy feels so tight it’s uncomfortable. But you’re so excited.

“It hurts but not as bad before the epidural. I’ll be okay. Can I see Rai?” You ask softly, and Gojo stands, handing her gently to you. She’s bouncy and bright, with Gojo’s eyes and her mom’s pretty features, she gives you a gummy smile and you gasp. “Oh my gosh, she has a little tooth! How!?”

“I know, it’s going so fast.” Gojo’s wife gently brushes Rai’s dark hair back, as she’s giggling happily.

“Oh sweet little Rai, you’re gonna have a best friend soon!” You murmur, then you peek at Suguru’s wife with a smile. “And another on the way.”

“Oh gosh I’m so nervous.” She whispers, but Suguru pulls her to him gently, smiling down at her.

“Why? You’re gonna be perfect as a mom.” He says, and you watch her pretty face flush, before looking back at Rai.

“I wanna be the best momma ever. Do you think I will be, Rai?” Rai eagerly bounces as that, and Gojo and his wife hold each other, grinning down at her.

“She said yes.” Nanami says, and then you get another pain, wincing. Gojo’s wife takes Rai carefully, looking at you with concern.

“Don’t worry so much, she’ll be fine.” Gojo murmurs, but you can tell her own experience has her afraid for you. “Tiny brat.” You hear him murmur, and she smirks up at him as she holds her baby tight.

“Giant jerk.” He yanks on her hair and earns a talented smack, not even jostling her baby.

“The love all around us.” Suguru teases, earning both their tongues out.

The nurse comes in then, and they give you all space, backing away a bit to lounge on the other side of the room. Gojo’s wife and baby were in his lap, as they eagerly look at the nurse and now the doctor for news. You tense a bit, as the monitor is steadily beeping, but Nanami is holding your hand through it all.

“We think it’s time to push. Are you ready?”

***

You’re exhausted, you’re spent, but you are now holding your beautiful baby, all cleaned and wrapped up, and you’re sobbing as you look up at Nanami, you two are alone for now, having your moment. Nanami is on the bed with you, caressing your now sweaty mess of hair, as he also holds onto your beautiful baby boy’s head.

“He’s handsome like his daddy.” You coo, as he opens his eyes, hazel just like Nanami’s, and Nanami chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“He’s beautiful like his mama. Look, your nose. And your mouth.”

“Oof, imagine your cheekbones! He’ll steal all the ladies.” You whisper, and Nanami’s tilting your chin up then, looking down into your eyes, with so much love it stops your heart.

“I adore you both, so much. I could never be happier than you’ve made me. Thank you for this, for everything.” He whispers, and you’re a mess now, exhausted, sweaty, sobbing, as he takes the baby in his big arms, and you marvel at how tiny the baby looks in them, and how much he does look like his dad.

“Kento, I could never be happier. Look at the boys I love.” You whisper, as he snuggles you both so close. Your little boy, with a shock of sandy blond hair, much more than you expected, wiggles around restlessly. “Oh, are you hungry sweet boy?”

You nervously move to unsnap yourself, but Nanami is right there, helping you pull a swollen breast out, and his little mouth begins to suckle, as you inhale his baby scent. “Why do babies smell so good!?”

“They do.” Nanami inhales the little baby’s head too, smiling as he watches him latch on your breast. “Does it hurt darling?”

“A little, ooh. Ah!” The first latch feels weird, uncomfortable almost, but then it’s perfect. The baby is so content, looking at you with those sleepy eyes, and Nanami’s eyes never leave yours, just pure love as he kisses your forehead again.

“You're doing amazing, darling. I’m so proud of you.” He whispers, and you melt at that. “Little Kaito.”

“I love him so much it hurts.” You whisper, as your heart is bursting, watching such precious life. “Oof, he’s rough!” Finally he drinks his fill, then is milkdrunk, and it’s the cutest thing either of you have seen, as exhaustion starts hitting you.

“Want me to put him to bed for a bit, darling?”

“Yes, please. Mama needs sleep, Kaito.” You kiss his sweet head softly, as his hazel eyes shut, and soon you are feeling sleep pull at you, and Kento is right there, holding your hand softly.

“Get some rest, my love. I’ll be right here.” He kisses your lips so sweetly, you hate that they’re dry and chapped, you feel so icky and weird, but Kento looks at you like you’re a goddess, like he always does. “Beautiful girl.”

“I’m a blob, Kenn.” He snorts, shaking his head.

“Not at all. Going to be dancing on a pole before you know it.”

“Ooh, my classes, I’m going to be so behind!”

You teach pole fitness now, mostly online classes, and no it was not what you always wanted, but it was actually amazing, and you taught women to feel sexy and confident. It’s ended up taking off quite a bit, and you have more than enough time to be Kento’s little housewife too. “You need to worry about that later, the pole will be there. You’ll be fine, promise darling.”

You giggle at that, looking up into his handsome face, as he stares at you so adoringly. “What if I never get up again!?”

“I’ll hold you and let you spin.” You both laugh, then you let yourself fall to sleep, next to the loves of your life.

***

One month later

“Oh my goodness, you’re so precious! Hello sweet Kaito.” Gojo’s wife cooes as you and Nanami are dropping the baby off with the Gojos, and you also get to see sweet baby Rai. She looks at Kaito adoringly, touching his face and giggling.

“Oh goodness, does she have a crush already?” You tease, and Gojo smirks at that.

“Heck no, she’ll never date. She’ll be thirty.”

“Oh stop, it would be cute!”

“No boys ever.” Gojo says again, with a glare this time, as he’s got his hand on his wife's tummy. “For either of the girls.”

You and Nanami look at each other in shock, then back at them, and she’s blushing hard, as Gojo’s got a huge grin. “Oh my gosh, again!?” You ask, and she buries her face against Gojo’s chest.

“It wasn’t planned. But… yes, but we just found out, and we don’t know if it’s a girl again!” She says, but Gojo disagrees.

“It’s another girl. I can just tell.”

“Congratulations again, you two.” Nanami says to them, and you all hug each other closely.

“Thank you both. Oh, that’s Suguru and his wife! They’re helping us, it’s good practice.” She goes to open the door and Nanami shoves at Gojo with his shoulder.

“You can’t even let her heal up!?” Gojo shrugs with a smirk.

“She’s tough, she’s got it. Little brat will maybe stop trying to work.” Suguru and his wife walk in, and they eagerly take both babies, kissing all over them. You and Nanami watch, as Nanami pulls you against him, heightening every fucking sense ever, shit it had been a long time, you muse.

“Hello Rai, hello Kaito!” Suguru cooes to the babies, and Gojo and his wife look at each other, then look to them.

“So… having another.” Gojo says, and their eyes go wide.

“What already!?”

“Well…” Gojo runs his hands through his white hair, smirking. “I am daddy.”

“Oh god.” That’s the entire room, aside from the babies, and Rai bubbles up with energy in Suguru’s arms now.

“Dada!” Gojo grins, and the room melts now.

“That’s right baby girl. Dada!” He’s waving his arms, and Rai is giggling. Gojo’s wife sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Almost die having her, and no Mama, huh!?”

“I’m the favorite.” He sticks his tongue out on her and she scowls, but he’s just picking her up now, kissing her.

“Jesus, no wonder she’s pregnant again.” Suguru grumbles, and Gojo just grins over at him, wiggling his brows. “Now you two, go on!” Suguru says, but first you lean down to touch his wife’s tummy real quick. Sugu smiles at you both, as you kiss Kaito’s head softly.

“You must be so excited!” You say to her, and she blinks back tears, nodding, snuggling to Kaito. His hazel eyes are wide and aware, as he smiles up at you.

“I’m so excited. I can’t wait! Now go on!”

Everyone is urging you and Kento out the door, as you all haven’t had any time alone yet, and you both nervously walk out. “Oh Ken, I haven’t left him alone yet!”

“I know, darling. Don’t worry he’s in good hands. Now…” He holds the car door open for you with a smile. “After you, my lady.”

“Oh stop! I’m already horned up, Kenn.” You pout, as you look at him in his suit, and he’s looking at you in your pretty little red dress, eyes devouring every inch of your body.

“And so am I, darling. You look beautiful, so beautiful.” He puts a hand at the nip of your waist, the touch sends shockwaves, as does his heady look, then you’re tiptoeing, landing a kiss right on his lips, moaning into them.

“I was so worried. I look different now, Ken.” You murmur, and he shakes his head, hands sliding down your hips.

“You look even more beautiful now, my love.” You hungrily kiss each other, you’re leaning against the open car door in front of Gojo’s fancy house, and fuck you could do it right here if not for-

“You guys just wanna come back in and have a room?” That’s Gojo’s deep voice, and Nanami glares back, flipping him off. “Go on, brats.”

“Let’s go, Kenn, before we don’t make it out of the driveway.” You tease, and then you’re slid in the seat next to him, and he’s got his hand on your thigh, burning through your delicate skin there, and fuck you’re already wet as you all are zipping through the streets. “Where are we going!”

“A surprise, darling.”

“Ah it’s gonna kill me!” He just chuckles, and you snuggle right up to his broad shoulder, inhaling Nanami’s heady scent, and his grip tightens on your thigh, making you shift in your seat anxiously. “Kenn…”

“Fuck you sound so sexy.” He whispers, sliding his hand higher then, and you can’t take it, you are already soaked, eagerly bucking your hips up and kissing down the side of his neck. “You’re so hot… literally.”

You giggle breathlessly, looking up at him as the sky is darkening, and the street lights are turning on. “I’m dying for you.”

“I know, it’s been far too long. Are you sure you’re healed up?”

“Oh I will be once I get some Daddy Kento.” He rolls his eyes at you, smirking so damn sexy, as the lights play off the planes of his face.

“You’re still a relentless, bratty little girl.” You’re just grinning, your hand on his strong thigh now, over his dress pants.

In a few, you all pull up to some fancy dance club, you are so surprised when he opens the door for you, helping you out. You’re feeling a bit wobbly still, your legs aren’t quite used to heels anymore, but he’s got you, one hand around your waist as he leads you in.

“Kenn, what is this!?” You whisper, you’re so surprised, it doesn’t feel like something that Nanami would go to.

“We’re going to dance, darling. I figure it’s time to get you back on it.” He murmurs, as you all check in, and he leads you to a fancy booth, a server brings you both a bottle of bubbly.

“Oh my gosh, thank you!” You say softly, peeking around, the club is beautiful, it’s got velvet couches and a big dance floor, and it’s not crowded, thankfully. Nanami hates crowded places. “Ken, oh my god! This is so cool!”

He laughs a bit at your enthusiasm, and fuck if you don’t love him more and more every second, and he’s got a glass of champagne in his hand, sliding it over to you with a lazy smile. “You look so beautiful.” He whispers softly, caressing your cheek, and you feel your body come to life at his touch.

“And you look so handsome.” You whisper, caressing his jaw gently, as you sip the bubbly champagne, humming with your eyes closed. “Gosh it’s been like ten months since I’ve had a sip!”

“I know, is it yummy?” You nod eagerly, making him press a seductive kiss to your lips, drinking up your little whimper, as his hand comes to wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “It is yummy.”

“Fuck.” You whine, you could straddle Nanami Kento right here, it’s like everything he’s saying or doing is shooting right down your core, your aching little pussy, throbbing as you think of how much you want him.

His gaze lingers down to your breasts, still really full as you’re nursing, but you’ve pumped for the night and can actually have some drinks now. “I can’t wait to have these bouncing in my face.”

“ Kenn .” You whine now, he is lazily sliding back up on your body, and you’re left breathless. “Remember our first date?” You whisper.

“I remember, of course, darling. I remember…” He leans over to whisper in your ear. “Touching your pretty pussy.”

“Mnh…” You’re a fucking mess, you can’t stand what he’s doing to you, how badly you want it. “Let’s go home?”

“No, let’s dance. Finish that drink.” You blink a bit, and he’s standing, holding out his hand like the elegant damn gentleman he is, and your heart falters just like it did on your first date, except you want him more . Need him more. Impossibly love him even more.

“Oh my… yes, of course. I’d love to, Sir.”

You give a little curtsey as he bows to you at the waist. He takes your hand, and leads you out to the dance floor, the lights strobing around you, and you both move together, bodies fitting so perfectly. You’re feeling a bit self-conscious of your post-baby body, but as soon as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you lean into him, it all melts away.

Everything fades but Nanami Kento, you can feel the music, feel the bass in your chest, and your heart is racing as he’s moving his big hands over you, and you’re just melting in his hands. He grips your waist tightly, exhaling and tickling your ear as he bends down and presses you against his chest, your ass on hard thighs, and fuck you feel his length on your back.

“Show me how you actually move, darling. You are holding back, why?” You look back up at him, seeing the glint in his eyes as the lights are flashing on you.

“Oh, a challenge, hmm?” You tease, bending down and pressing your ass against him, shaking it in a full stripper move, earning his groan, before rolling your hips up, standing with a snap and throwing your head back, rolling your hips in a figure eight motion. He’s tensing, gripping you tightly, and you notice people are watching you two, letting you all in the middle.

You pull away, twisting your hips like it’s second nature, it used to be but you’d been scared, but the wider baby hips and swollen breasts only serve to make Nanami clearly enthralled. You’re backing away and stepping this way and that, before circling him, as he stands there entranced, running your fingertips across his chest, then his back, until you’re face to face.

There’s applause when your leg wraps his hip, and you arch your back, letting your hair fall and he’s dipping you so low, before bringing you back up. He’s so good, spinning you around, and you’re laughing now, feeling the cool air of the club wash over your hot body, and oh, it’s been so long since you’ve felt this way.

You still have it, and Nanami wanted to show you, it’s so clear.

You can love your baby, be a mama, and still be yourself. Now you press closer to him, feeling his body heat, feeling him against you, pushing him back a bit, before spinning around and dropping down, running a hand down his abdomen over that dress shirt, only to stand up and turn, becoming him to follow. And follow, Nanami does, especially when you grip his tie.

“Oh, you’re going to wear me out, darling.” He murmurs into your ear, and you giggle, as the crowd continues to cheer for each little back and forth.

“You can handle it, daddy.” You whisper back, and oh, his grip tightens, and he’s pulling you closer, until your bodies are a tangle of limbs and you’re both breathless, but you’re loving it, loving every second of this moment, feeling so alive.

The song ends, and you’re both leaning on each other, breathless and smiling. The music starts again, and suddenly the lights dim, and the DJ is announcing something, and you look around, confused, and then it hits you. The spotlight is on the both of you.

“To the happy couple, it’s been two years since you met.” The DJ says then, and you feel tears hit you as Nanami smiles, wiping his brow a bit, breathless as he then holds out his hands.

“Kento, two years!?” You ask softly, and he nods, pulling you close again.

“Sure has, since the first day I bought coffee from the prettiest girl in the whole world. And the most patient.” You’re a wreck, but it’s even worse when you hear the song playing.

This is your song, the one that played when you and Nanami first kissed, when you were ‘Foxy’ the stripper, and vivid memories shoot through you, and your tummy clenches as you look up at him. Nanami is smiling so big, spinning you around in a pirouette and everyone is watching, but it’s like it’s just you and him.

Nanami fills your senses, doesn’t he always?

The song ends and you’re both laughing, as the lights come back up, and everyone’s applauding, and oh, your face is red, but when he pulls you into a kiss, you melt. You both kiss over and over, until it’s too much, and he’s leading you back to sit now, you’re both breathless, you’re glistening with a sheen of sweat that’s reflecting from the colored lights.

“Oh my God, Nanami… that has to be the most thoughtful thing ever. Oh thank you so much.” You whisper through tears, clinging to him in the booth, a firm thigh slung over his muscular ones. He exhales, cupping your face with one hand as his other is gripping your hip.

“I’m so happy, you deserve anything, my darling. But I wanted you to dance, to see you. You know that I always want you to dance, to smile, don’t you?” You blink through tears, nodding with a tremulous smile.

“You make me want to dance, Nanami Kento. You make me so fucking happy, it’s like a dream I never want to wake from.” He swipes those glittery tears, exhaling and looking side to side, as if he’s committing you to memory.

“You’re my dream, you and Kaito.” You sniffle, your nose is all red and your eyes are getting puffy, and he’s kissing you, fuck he’s kissing you. Nanami Kento.

“I remember the first day I saw you. So damn tired. Damn green glasses, random pattern ties, perfect suit.” He chuckles a bit as he continues to swipe those eyes. “I was wrecked for anyone ever again. I’m so glad you noticed me.”

“Oh darling, I should have always noticed you. But I have all the time in the world to make up for that. To make sure I make you feel…” He’s running a hand down your soft tummy, once so muscled, but he loves it how it is, he’ll love it when it’s muscular again, he’ll love anything about you. “So good.”

“You always do.”

“No… very good.” He hums against your lips, and you feel it then, his hardness against that thigh draped.

“Oh, Kenn… yeah!?” He nods, smirking and you bite your lower lip, looking down shyly. “I’m so glad I shaved.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

It’s not long until you’re back home, and home alone, something that hasn’t happened yet, and Nanami is devouring every bit of you, having your dress shimmied off your body in moments. His hands grab you everywhere, as he takes over every sense you fucking have.

“Kenn, let’s… um check on…”

“He’s fine. Need this cunt on my lips.” You gasp, as he’s shoving you against the wall of your living room, and he’s dropping to his knees, sliding the crotch of your lacy red panties to the side, groaning as he sees you. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“Kenn… oh my god! Kenn! ” You scream out when his mouth finds you, when his tongue slides in your entrance, lapping up the wetness, just pouring down his stupidly handsome face. He’s gripping your ass, yanking you more, and your thigh goes up on his shoulder.

“Mnh… delicious. S’good, m’darling.” He slurs his words as he’s lapping you up, breath hot on your exposed clit, and you cling to his sandy blond hair, shattering over him, and fuck if he doesn’t lap up every bit.

The orgasm washes through your entire body, you’re convulsing, head smacking back on the wall as he’s relentless against your sensitive pussy. He finally finishes, sliding back up, and he tilts your chin up. “F-fuck… Ken, s’fucking… Ken mmh, l–love you.”

“I love you, darling, love how you taste, love how you feel. Love how beautiful you look cumming for me.” You whine at that, as you’re lapping your arousal off him, and he’s picking you up in his arms, your shaky hands serve to unbutton his shirt, dying to look at that perfect body.

“Ken, please, please.” You whine out, as he’s carrying you to your bedroom, and he smirks then.

“Please what, darling? Your words.” He gets on top of you, but you flip, using your still surprisingly strong thighs, surprising him. “Oh…”

“Need to suck you. Now.” He’s blinking in surprise, but you’re starving for it, for that cock down your throat, and soon you have him naked, sliding his pants off, he helps kick them off, shaky hands gripping your flowing hair.

“How the fuck am I so lucky? I- Darling. ” He moans out, his head sinking back into the bed as you take his thick, long cock in your mouth, slurping on that thick reddened tip of his.

You wrap your hand around the base, stroking him as you deep throat, loving the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, and he’s groaning, hips jerking upwards, but you’re in control, you’re so eager to take him all in. His hand is in your hair, gripping it tightly as you keep going, drool coming down your chin, and you swipe it away with your thumb, looking up at him through those glossy eyes.

He tastes so good, he feels so good, he’s so handsome as he stares down at you, biting that lower lip and sucking in a breath. “So beautiful, darling, just so fucking perfect for me.” He whispers, and your heart melts.

You keep sucking, keep stroking, eager to taste him, eager to make him feel so fucking good, eager to make him lose his mind like he does for you. He’s tensing, moaning as he pushes up, fucking your tight throat now. You are breathing through your nose, which presses down on the blond stubble of his pelvis as you take him all.

“Such a good- girl ah! Darling…” He’s lifting you off him, and you pull back with a loud pop, licking precum and drool away, smiling as you stroke him, as he pulls you by your hips to straddle him.

“Like it, Daddy?” You whisper, then he answers by glaring for a moment, pulling you up, you’re like a doll in his grip.

“Like it, no. Love your mouth on me, this beautiful body on me.” He’s caressing up your tummy, brushing up little stretchies left from your baby, up to those breasts swollen, still leaking some milk even now. He’s leaning up, sucking it now, and you cry out, back arching, as he slides his cock inside you.

“Oh my- Na- na- mii! ” You scream out in pleasure, as he’s fucking up into you, grunting as he’s suckling your puffy little nipples.

“Tastes so sweet.” He hums, and you wipe that bit of milk off his lips, and fuck he doesn’t care, no he thinks it’s hot. He thinks you’re hot.

“Fuck me, s’good please. I can take it, swear Kenn.” You beg, and he starts fucking up into you, your breasts bouncing in his face, as his cock wrecks you, stretches your tight little cunt out, the one you’ve had nothing in for so long. Your back arches as he grips your tits in his big hands, kneading them.

“Perfect, beautiful. Mine.” He whispers, and you’re shuddering now, as your cunt drools down his cock while he takes you, while his teeth graze your nipples. The pain and pleasure mix, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it’s so fucking good that you’re crying, that you’re shaking, and your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him in, to suck in more.

You look down, watching him fuck you, watching his cock disappear and reappear, and fuck, it’s a sight that’s going to keep you wet for weeks. His abs flex with every thrust, and your hands trail down it, realizing you’re soaking him down to his stomach, watching him glisten as you’re gushing with every sharp snap. Your eyes look back up to his, and he moans now, leaning up to sit, pulling you for a kiss.

Your hands slide up his shoulders, gripping tight, and he hisses, head leaning back as nails dig in. Your cunt clamps down on his thick length, and Nanami is groaning as he keeps fucking through it, pushing you until you’re on the edge, until you can no longer move, and you’re losing sense of self.

“Kento, c-can’t move. Use me-” You beg, and he’s leaning up, sliding out, flipping you over and pulling your hips up.

“Arch this back, darling. Pretty toy.” You whine out, arching your ass up, and Nanami is slamming back in, grabbing your hips and holding them firmly, pounding into you from behind, slapping sounds filling the room mixed with your ridiculous wetness. “Fuck you feel s’good… missed this. Missed this.”

You’re screaming into the pillow, as he’s filling you up, as his words wreck you, and fuck he’s so deep, and it’s like you’re going to break apart, snapping in two for him, gladly, happily. “Nanami… Nanami… you’re s’perfect, I- mnh!”

“Gonna fill you up, darling, gonna fill up that greedy little cunt with so much cum.” He’s whispering into your ear, bending over prone position now, and you’re shaking, your body tensing up.

“‘Nother baby. ‘Nother one. In me, Ken.” You beg out, and he huffs, yanking on your hair and groaning in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’ll put another baby in this perfect cunt, darling. That’s what you want?” You nod, helpless, and he’s pushing in so deep, right on your bruised cervix, and you’re pulsing around him, cumming so hard you can’t stand it.

“Yes, Kenn please!” You scream out, you’re cumming so hard your body is shaking as he’s pumping into you, filling you up, and you feel it hit your womb, when he’s starting to spurt his cum, so hot.

“Kiss me, darling. Kiss me.” He whispers, and you turn your head eagerly, as his lips descend, and he drinks all your cries. You feel his cum shooting more and more as he pumps in deep, feel it coat everything. You collapse onto the bed, your body boneless, and he’s on top of you, his cock still twitching, still pulsing out that sweet release into you.

You feel so full, so satisfied, so loved, as he wraps around you, his chest heaving, his kisses gentle along the back of your neck. “K-Ken… oh my…”

“Love you, darling, love you so much.” He whispers, and you lean back into him, his cock sliding out with a wet sound, and you shiver at the emptiness, but he’s pulling you to him so tightly, yanking you against his chest, you’re a trembling fucking mess. “I love you coming apart for me.”

“Love you too, Kento, so much, always. I love falling apart for you.” You whisper, and he exhales, kissing you again, holding you against him, cradling you so carefully, like you’re the most precious thing.

You stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as you both come down from the insane lovemaking. He’s kissing all over your cheeks, your forehead, running his hands down your bare body, and you’re so consumed in him, fuck, you feel like you’re in heaven with him.

“Love you, Nanami Kento.” You murmur softly, as you lean back and kiss him eagerly.

“I love you, my darling. My wife. The beautiful mother of our baby.” You sob again, and he has to hold you tight, to soothe you. “Oh darling…”

“Never wanna go this long again. Never. Ken… need you. Always.” You’re whimpering as he’s picking you up, so carefully in his arms, holding you so tight. You cling to his neck, planting kisses on perfect cheeks.

“Never this long. I die without you.” He huffs out the words, then he’s carrying you to the bathroom, sitting you down carefully, kissing you gently. “Let me spoil my perfect girl, my little darling. Yes?”

“Yes Daddy.” You tease, and he chuckles, brushing your hair back softly, and you get lost in his damn eyes, in their lazy hazel depths, as you see everything you ever wanted. Your future. Your love.

Soon you’re cozy in his embrace, in his arms, as he holds you while he washes you so tenderly, so carefully. And soon you straddle him, holding his face so gently in your hands.

“Forever, Nanami Kento.”

“Forever, my wife.”

The End

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/149945329

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

Extra warnings for chapter: Anal, oral, love bombing, control

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

A/N: Every chapter will be named after a song from the spotify playlist. Dont forget to commen fitting songs!!

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There's people running 'round loose in the world Ain't got nothing better to do Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid You need someone looking after you~ Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around, Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks

You were the wife of deities. You were blessed, honored. Holy mother. The Madonna, and inside your womb the savior would grow. All four of them were Gods of different patronage, each with their own abilities and passions.

Francisco was the god of nature. He was the god of all that grew in the earth, the soil. the flowers. He was clairvoyant, but also had a gift of growth. Life. His prayers over you would solidify implantation after conception, keep you and your baby safe.

Benjamin was the sun god, god of celebration, and celebrate he did. Ben’s mood often controlled the weather. Most of the time, regular weather patterns took place, Benjamin’s emotions could change them, and he was prone to big emotions. That’s why him and Francisco worked so closely together. Weather and nature, working to keep the crops growing and the people safe.

William was all about duality, you were taught in catechism. God of war, God of medicine. He had the gift of healing, but also impeccable military prowess. This made for a powerful ally and feared enemy. William headed the military and security, but also watched over the medical care. 

And Pope, Divine Mothers only child. Pope had the gift of discernment and prophesy. He was incredibly intelligent, and with that came respect. He was not just born into this position, but born for it. God of family, god of passion. You felt that passion so clearly every time his eyes bore into you. He could no more hide it than he could his own beauty.

So why, with all this power surrounding you, did you feel so scared?

Everything just feels so confusing right now. You feel as if you can’t get your head on straight, like everything is whirling. You're married. You might be pregnant. Why was everything so… hard. When Pope waved your bloodied sheet around, he was soon joined by a whooping Ben who took part in the celebrations and dragged Francisco out with him. It was just you and Will.

Naked and shivering, suddenly cold on the cool tile of the altar without the heat of passion to warm you

“Just one minute, I’ll get you dressed once I’m done.” He says quietly, kneeling before you with a wet wipe, gently dapping at your swollen folds. “Damn, really did a number on yuh, huh?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.

“Well, I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” Leaning over, he presses a kiss to the top of your puffy parts and gets up, helping you down with a hand. He slides the dress back over you. William was gentle as he caressed your cheek. “You did so good for us, princess.” His hand moved to your belly. “You’re a good girl, and soon you’ll be full with our baby, I just know it.”

You stand there in shock, unable to exactly form a reaction. The lights were too bright, it was too warm. There were too many flowers and incense and candles and oils… to much. You shut down and Will finishes dressing you: shoes, flower crown minus the ropes of vine. He stuffs your underwear in his pocket with a smile. “My little dividend.”

Jonah was outside the room, laying down on a bench with his cowboy hat pulled over his face.

“Wake up, old man” Will spoke with a bite you weren’t used to.

He mumbled under the hat. “I’m awake, damn. Just resting.”

William nudged you towards where he was standing. “Watch her for the rest of the cocktail hour, then bring her in for the entrance.”

Jonah frowned. “She ain’t going to the cocktail hour with you?”

“What’s the point? She can’t drink. She might be pregnant.”

“It’s her wedding.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’ll have the wedding shit, this is more of a… stag party. Bachelor party sort of thing.”

You didn't know what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Whatever. I’ll watch her.”

“Yeah. You will.” Williams harsh glare softened as he turned to you, holding your face with both hands. “I’ll see you in an hour, my beautiful bride.”

When he left, Jonah mumbled something and began walking you down the long hall. The place was huge, absolutely massive. The worship chapple and sanctuary were attached to the house, originally built as a pool house but refurbished with the establishment of Delta. Divine Mother wanted her home attached to the sanctuary so she could go whenever she wanted, no matter the weather, so a hall was built on. In addition to the several bedrooms, living rooms and so on, there was a ballroom. This is where you would go after. For now, it seemed, you weren’t needed…

You wanted to go still. You were their wife, you wanted to meet the other members of Delta, you wanted to dance, to laugh, to smile with them… but the day's events left you tired, left you hurting, left you… confused. Why had they all left you so fast, save for Will?

“You alright, honey?” Jonah’s voice barely registers in your ear.

You don’t have it in you to answer, simply staring straight ahead as your breathing picks up speed.

“Hey, darl’n, hey.” He stops outside the kitchen. “What’s go’n on, you hurt?”

How do you even explain it, the panic rising up in you, the fear. Why were you scared? You were married to the gods, there was no safer position to be in. You were safe, protected… so why did you feel so on edge? Why was your head hurting, your heart racing, and why did you feel so used?

You stopped breathing before you realized it.

“Hey!” Jonah shook you, but your eyes felt glassy and unfocused. He pulled you through the swinging kitchen doors.

“Dad, what-” You hear Iris say and vaguely register a third person in the room. Iris stops what she’s doing and rushes to you. “What’s happening? What did you do?”

“Nothing! I got her after the ceremony and this just started!”

You were gasping for breath, the light and airy feeling in your head making everything a little blurring. Still, you register hands on your shoulders, calling your name. “You need to breath. HEY! You hear me? BREATH.”

But you can’t. The panic, all-consuming panic clawed at your throat and tightened your chest. Then, a hard slap.

*SMACK*

Iris slapped you, causing your body to gasp in shock. You took the opportunity to breathe in as much as you could get, and once the oxygen settled in, so did the clarity.

Dizzy, you stumble back and nearly topple over, but Jonah catches you. Careful, he sets you down in a chair. “Easy now, darl’n, breath, breath…” his arms were strong and safe around you, but Iris grabs your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” You look up to watch her, brown eyes fiery on yours. She commanded the room. “You need. To get it. Together. Those men out there-” She pointed vaguely out the door. “Are dangerous.”

“Iris…” Jonah whispers, but when her head whips towards him in anger, he backs off.

“You shut it, you don’t know jack shit about surviving here, especially as a woman.” Back to you. “I don’t care how you feel, I know you’ll probably fall in love because you’ve been so brainwashed, but I need you to understand this.” She leans in. “You need to get your shit together. You need to clean up, you need to get out there and charm the fucking dick off of every single person in that room. The only way you get through this is if you want a very thin line. Submissive but not weak. Obedient but not permissive. Have boundaries but keep them loose and never, ever, try to resist sex. This is no time to be weak.”

Her words barely made sense to you.

They weren’t dangerous. They LOVED YOU. You were their WIFE. But still, part of her words range true; you were the daughter of a traitor, a man who partook in an uprising that caused the death of the Divine Mother, and the other high up members would have their eye on you. You needed to make sure there was no reason to doubt your love for your husbands, nor your adoration of Divine Mother.

“Fuck,” Iris mutters something to the third figure in the room about ‘nothing there’ then stands up. “Jonah, go back to the dressing room and get the make-up and hair products.” It was only then you realized you had been crying, make-up running off your face. “Rey, I need you to help me in here.”

He was tall, about as tall as Jonah but not quite the Millers height. “What do you need?” He began to tie his dark curls back. Iris directed him on finishing the desserts while she took out all the food from the oven for the main dish.

When Jonah came back, Iris set to work redoing your face, making it look as if you never cried, never had a single scared thought. She fixed you up nice and pretty, then left you on the chair to wait for your entrance.

After everything was placed on carts to take out, Iris departed, with Jonah following behind shortly and instructing the other man to stay with you. Iris insists she doesn’t need a guard dog, but Jonah say something about not wanting her alone with ‘those drunk bastards’ if he can help it. You’re suddenly nervous, unsure about being alone with a man other than your husbands or Jonah, but you don’t have a choice.

“They’re a stressful pair to watch aren’t they?” The dark haired man says, pulling up a chair beside you. He turns it around, straddling it before sitting backwards and leaning his arms on the backrest.

You don’t want to be rude, so you give a shy smile without meeting his eye. “Are they… um… is uh…” You realize you don’t know Jonah’s last name, and are unsure how to properly address him to others. You don’t want to seem too familiar when you are a married woman now. “Mr. Jonah, is he Iris’s father? I heard her call him dad.”

He chuckles a bit, and you turn to look at him. With a better view, and clearer vision, you are able to take in his features. He’s handsome, but in a almost boyish way -although you doubt he’s younger than 30. Dark curls are still pulled back, but you’d estimate his hair falls about shoulder length, maybe shorter, as chunks are falling out. Strong nose, brown skin, and bright, brown eyes. Strangely jovial compared to Iris and Jonah.

“Yeah, kinda rare that happens. She’s um… well, they’d had… well I guess it’s not my place to say, but they’ve had some ups and downs. But yeah, she’s his daughter.” He extends a hand. “Reyansh Saha.”

You give him your name. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Saha.”

He laughs again, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you; it’s too good natured for that. “Just Rey is fine.”

“Oh, no, no I shouldn’t.” You try to protest.

“Ammayi” (my girl) He says with a glint in his eye. “No one here will understand you if you call me Mr. Saha, I promise you. You can call me Reyansh if that’s easier. Or, well, you can call me Mr. Saha if you’re uncomfortable of course” His tone is good natured, but clearly trying to ease you. You feel like a skittish animal, and he’s a good samaritan trying to coax you to some food.

You give a little nod. “Okay, yeah Reyansh works.”

*

You felt like you may have another panic attack.

Pope was on your right, holding your arm with William beside him. On your left arm was Benjamin; Francisco was fidgeting beside him.

“Baby.” Ben whispers to Francisco. “You gotta calm down, you're shaking…”

You watch as Pope turns abruptly at the nickname, but says nothing. Benjamin grabs Francisco's hand, squeezing it three times and giving him a little peck on the cheek before letting go. Francisco smiled, just a little.

You were making your grand entrance as husbands and wife, to the whole of Delta, to stand out on the balcony as the masses gathered below. Jonah instructed you on procedure. 

“This is the most dangerous point. I have the entire guard in the crowd, both noticeably armed and plain clothes, everyones been searched before entry and theres no reason to suspect a problem, but-” He turned to you. “Anything happens, a gun shot, something is thrown, a fight breaks out, I am grabbing you and we are going. Don’t argue, don’t worry about them-” He gestures to the men beside you. “My only concern will be to get you to safety. Your husbands are all armed and trained fighters, you are not. You have me, understood?”

There would be no need for concern. As you stepped out, leading your husbands in a v shape through the curtains, a stark hush fell upon the crowd. Thousands of people, thousands, here to see your husbands. Here to see them with their brand new bride, the mother of their child. You were humbled, truly, to be honored in such a way that the god’s dained you deserving. Cheers broke out, no doubt to the flag being raised- your bloodied sheets, signifying that you were indeed a virgin, and had been claimed in the name of the gods. The crowd was adoring; how beloved your husbands were to their people!

You focused your hearing not being all that far away, to try and pick out a word or two, and were surprised with the result.

“MADONNA! MADONNA! MADONNA”

They were cheering… for you.

The priestess stood off to the side, raising her arms to hush the crowd. 

“Hail Madonna, full of grace, blessed are you amongst women!”

Then, she kneeled.

Behind her, beginning with the front and sending a wave through the back, the entire mass of people knelt, chanting “Hail! Hail! Hail!”

To both your left and right, all four of your husbands bowed to you.

You were the holy mother. You were Madonna. You would bring about the savior and peace on earth. You were divine.

*

The party went swimmingly. Your new found confidence, it turns out, made speaking to strangers easier. You shouldn’t fear them for being a traitor's child, you shouldn’t feel their judgeful gaze. They should worship you. Not the same as Pope, William, Benjamin and Francisco, and certainly not Divine Mother, but you were blessed.

You never were far from William, Pope, or Benjamin, most moments of the evening were spent with their arms around your waist or holding your hand; you belonged to them.

Pope had pulled you to the dance floor, tender grasp keeping you close as he guided you through the violin music. 

“You are just… so beautiful” He whispered, clean shaven face up against your own. 

“Thank you.”

“You do understand how stunning you are, don’t you? Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You tuck your head in his neck, smelling his aftershave; or was it the liquor on his breath? You weren’t sure.

“It’s like you were made for me…”

A gentle kiss. “I was. I was made for you, by Divine Mother’s majesty.”

You could feel him smile at that, hands slowly trailing down your back. “That’s right, made just for me…”

You nuzzle against him, signing contently. He loved you, you were so, so loved… “Made for my husbands”

His smile dropped. When his hands grazed over your ass, he gripped it tight, painful, making you yelp. The noise and crass motion was sure to attract attention, and you turn to look.

Pope grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at them, look at me. I am their god, they are nothing compared to us, what we do is none of their business. I could bend you over right now and if I told them to ignore it, to go about the party, they will. You understand me?”

You nod.

His fingers pinch your cheeks. “Your body was made for me, and it’s mine. Understood?” You realize now your mistake. You had said your husbands. Plural. You must have hurt his feelings when bringing the others into it, even if you meant well. You note that special times between you and Pope should remain exclusive. Don’t make him jealous.

“Made just for you” You push past the force of his hold to kiss him on the lips. “I belong to you.”

Popes body language relaxed, his plush lips smiling again as his grip softens. He runs his thumb over your lips. “So beautiful for me…”

*

As you spoke like old friends to a woman you’d never met in your life, Benjamin slid up to you. “‘Scuse me, darl’n, but may I steal my wife away for a few moments?”

The woman bowed her head and excused herself while Benjamin pulled you away.

It wasn’t long before you were out the ballroom, down a hall and into a small linen closet, his hands all over you; frantic, needy, a fully hard cock pressing against your skirt. This was to be expected, and you understood your role. At any time, day or night, busy or not, you were to be available to be filled.

He yanked at your skirt. “Yuh know,” Benjamin said between short pants of breath. “It was my brothers insistence that your dress have blue… he said that- mmphh- it was symbolic or some bullshit, but I think he just wanted his color on you.”

You weren’t entirely sure if that was true, but you didn’t want to make a committal answer so you attempt to kiss back, unsure of the movements still. “Mmm, Benjamin…”

“Call me Benny, darl'n.” He rucks up your skirt, only to find no underwear. He stops, blue eyes looking at you with a steely ferocity. “Will take your panties after he cleaned you up.”

Lie, your first instinct told you. He’s dangerous,lie. But he wasn’t dangerous. He was your husband. “Yes” You wanted him to touch you again, you liked the way he explored your body. 

His brows pursed together before growling, turning you around and bending you over a small folding table. “God damn him, and god damn Pope!” Benjamin grunted, making you scared as he flicked your dress up to your waste. “I should’ve had you first!” Ben spits onto your exposed asshole, shocking you a bit.

You try to turn around when you hear his belt being undone. “What-”

“Shhhh” He pushes you back down on the table, freeing his hard cock. You jump when he slides a finger into your tight ring of muscle. It doesn’t feel bad, but not necessarily good, either. He begins to pump, then adds a second finger and you gasp at the intrusion. “Making me fuck’n wait till last-” You hear him spit on his free hand, beginning to jerk himself off as he begins to scissor you open.

“Ben!”

“Relax, baby, I’m not Pope, I ain’t tryna tear you open, you’ve bleed enough for one day.” You swear you hear him chuckle. What is he doing? You were confused, but also beginning to sink into the feeling of him. “They always do this to me, they always make me wait, and wait and wait just because Frank’s Pope’s favorite and Will’s ugh, Will’s older- goddamn” He stops, lining up the tip of his cock to your asshole and spitting a few more times. He was going to fuck you there?! Ben folds over, encasing your body in his warmth as he whispers in your ear. “Not this time, your ass is mine.” With that, he thrust into you, splitting your hole open as you cried out.

He laughs. “Lot louder than when Pope took you huh?”

*

Jonah found William getting a glass of wine and sipping it while watching over the party.. “I gotta talk to you.”

William doesn’t even turn to look. “Fuck off, Hanson.” 

Will did not like Jonah, he knew. Their history prevented the same rapport that he had with Santiago, but never the less, he know Will was the one for this request.

“It’s about your precious Madonna.”

With that, Will turned.

*

Benny was insatiable, thrusting into you wildly and grunting with every movement. “So- fucking-tight-god!” He shouts and it takes everything in you not to cry… but that feeling was bubbling up again, despite the discomfort, but that discomfort was slowly slipping into something else.

The slightest moan escapes.

It seems then almost that Ben reminds you’re here, that he’s not fucking a hole in a wall and chuckles. “Oh, you like this, pretty girl? I can make it better, so much better.” He wraps a strong arm around you, toying with that sensitive spot that William was playing with earlier illiciating a much louder moan from your lips.

“God baby, thats it… gonna cum like this, darl’n? Gonna cum with a cock up your ass like the dirty girl I know you are? Yeah, yeah sure sounds like it…” He replies after your sounds of pleasure grow. “Under all this white, underneath that good girl act and that sweet little face, I knew, I just fucking KNEW your little virgin cunt was begging to get fucked, desperate for cock, huh?” His hips begin to falter, growing more sloppy. “Well now you got 4 cocks desperate to fill you up, to put our baby inside you first, fuck, you gonna be able to handle all that?

You can’t even reply, a mess of moans under his body. 

He grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him. “ANSWER ME!”

“YES!” You scream, so close to spilling over but not quite there, needy and whimpering for him. “I can take it! I want it! I want you all, all the time!”

“I know, darl’n girl, I know, f-fuck, ugghh fuck!”

 Pulling out of your ass, you almost whine for him, whine for more, but he thrusts it into your pussy last minute. The intrusion sends you over, clamping down hard on him as he spills into you. “Yeaahh, that’s it, thats- oh my god, perfect little pussy- fuck!” When he finishes inside you, his warmth is all over you again, staying there for a moment with his cock plugged inside you. “Gotta make sure to cum inside your little pussy every time, no matter how good your ass or mouth feel. Can’t waste a drop.”

He caressing your arm as his body language softens, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So good, pretty girl. So fucking perfect.”

*

“She needs someone looking after her.” Jonah insists. “She’s just a kid.”

Will is dismissive, but behind his eyes hide curiosity. “That’s what you and security are for.”

Jonah signs. “Okay, listen, I’ll be honest here.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“You ain’t fond of me, that’s a given. I get it. But let’s be clear.” Jonah drops his voice low. “Frank’s been mentally checked out all day. He don’t want nothing to do with this. Ben’s a -”

“Watch it.”

Jonah rephrased his next words. “He’s not gentle. He’s not careful, and when he’s high he flat out dangerous, and he buys into this whole delusion and so does Santiago. Santiago is worse, he’s delusional and can flip like a fucking switch. She needs someone to help her navigate them. That needs to be you.”

Will didn’t say anything, but from the way his brows were furrowed, Jonah new he planted a seed. 

“Look, here she comes with Ben, she’s fucking stumbling, Will. Go take care of your wife.”

*

It hurt.

It was hard to walk like this, but Ben’s arms were tight around you. You felt strangely safe like this, like he was going to be there from now on.

“What the hell did you do to her, Ben?”

“Relaaaaax” Ben waved off his brother. “She’s fine.”

Will didn’t buy it.

“Pope got her pussy, I got her ass.” He shrugged.

Disgust spread across his features. “You did anal? With no lube? Jesus Ben!”

“RELAX!” Ben raised his hands in defense. 

Will hushed him. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m taking you to bed.”

And that was that. Will’s arm replaced Ben’s and quickly guided you out the door again. Once out of sight, Will scooped you right out. “Ain’t having you walk like that, babygirl. ‘Slright, just rest.” And rest you did, clinging to him and laying your head on his firm chest. You felt like you were almost asleep when he laid you on the bed.

Like how he cared for you before, he cared again, undressing you with a gentle strength.

“Lay down, lemme make sure your okay.” The worry in his voice made your heart sing.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper, but spread your legs anyway.

He tsks his tongue. “Poor little girl… you’re alright, but I know it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

You swallow thickly, nervous with his face so close to your core. “Um… it’s a little sore, I guess…” 

“I bet… but it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

“N-no, it wasn’t…”

“I can see that…” A thick finger swipes up your slit. “Got all wet, didn’t you? You sure are easy to work up…”

You shutter at the touch, a little achy but still desiring him. How could you not? How could you not want him when he spoke to you so low, so careful? When carried you and cleaned you and dressed you… he was perfect, fucking perfect.

“Poor little girl…” William spoke in a deeper tone, planting a kiss to your clit and making you whimper. “Gotta be at the beck and call for four men… that can’t be easy, but you’ve been taking it so well…” His fingers move up and down your folds, spreading your cum and the new slick trickling down.

“It’s, mmmm it’s my honor to be found worthy…” You sit up on your elbows, curious as to his actions.

“And worthy you are, Madonna.” His lips glazed over your flesh. “Bless are you, among women” His hand on your stomach. “and blessed is the fruit of your womb.” You watch William, knelt before you, hovering with his mouth open above your waiting mound.

You whisper, “Please”

He whispers equally soft. “As you wish.”

When William latched his mouth onto you, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, although you can’t say you’ve felt much. His mouth is hot, wet, messy as he licks you, tongue and lips moving in tandem, like a well practiced team with the sole purpose of reducing you to a whimpering mess.

“W-Will, oh that… oh my god-”

But he didn’t stop, latching his tongue to your clit as his fingers entered you, and despite the overstimulation of the day, compared to the large phalluses that had breached your core, his fingers merely provided pleasurable stimulation. His free-hand remained busy as well, taking your private moment to explore the rest of your body. You didn’t understand what pleasure he could find in your thighs, your stomach, or playing with your fingers, but you relished in his closeness, the emotional and physical and sexual intimacy compared to the coldness of the deflowering. 

But it had to happen this way, you thought as your hips bucked; William had begun swirling his tongue around your clit, causing a surge in pleasure. This afternoon was a ritual; systematic, calculated, precise. There was no room for intimacy, for love. But you’d seen it now. You’d seen it in the way Pope danced with you, in the way Ben caressed you after sex and praised you, the way Will touched you now… the only thing missing was Frankie.

It wasn’t long before Will had to gushing on his face, crying out his name in a hedonistic moan, a orgasm so blinding that the revelation that you existed to pleasure and be pleasured by these men until you were swollen with child seemed like a gift of godhood itself.

He pulled three more out of you before he was satisfied, making come on his face and fingers thrice before your final orgasm was only singled by an tired “Mmmmmmmph” and your contracting walls. Finally, he pulls back. You can’t see him, eyes too tired they won’t open, but you imagine his beard is glistening with the way he soaks you when he kisses you cheek.

When you’re situated in bed, where you can only assume is your room, you ask Will to stay, ask him to hold you while you fall asleep. He obliges.

You feel dwarfed in his grasp his body so large it makes you feel small, but also secure. You don’t have to be brave, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to think or to worry. Everything would be taken care of for you, you’d give birth to the savior and how many other children, and redeem your family name from your fathers betrayal. You would find redemption in this house, right alongside love, family, and maybe even friendship for the first time since you were twelve…

Everything was falling into place.

So why didn’t it seem like Francisco loved you?

*

Knock knock.

“Honey?”

Knock knock knock

“Honey you in there?”

Jonah. 

“One moment!”

You open your groggy eyes and take a look around the room, finding a luxurious, long, white robe on the dresser. You put it on, covering your nakedness, and timidly open the door.

“Yes?” Jonah stood before you, gun slung on his hip as usual.

He looks sympathetic. “Sorry to wake you, but Santiago wants to see you, I’m here to escort you.”

Hearing someone refer to Pope as his given name is jarring, but something about Jonah is just… very different. He seemed so serious when talking to you about safety, about making sure only his most trustworthy men watched you and how determined he seemed at the balcony… but it seemed he took everything else so unserious to him.

You didn’t like that he referred to your husband by his name, it was much too informal, but you cared about Jonah, so you don’t mention it.

After dressing, Jonah takes you down stairs. You’re thankful for him, the house is too big for you to know your way yet.

“How you feeling?” 

“About what?” You ask genuinely.

Jonah turns to you, a curious look on his face. “About… everything. Yesterday was a big day. A lot happened.”

Of course a lot happened. You were still leaking their cum. “Nothing that Divine Mother didn’t intend.” You say as if its obvious.

He sighs. “Right.”

Pope was waiting outside the door of the intended room. His smile grew when he saw you, walking over to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”

Wife… something so magical about that word.

Pope thanks Jonah and dismisses him, turning you to the doorway and opening it. “I have a surprise for you, bebita.”

When the door opens, you gasp as you’re led inside. Canvases fill the room as did papers, paints, pencils… 

“How… how did you know…” You whisper in awe, your heart swelling at the gesture. He loved you, he really loved you and wanted you to be happy here. You were so lucky, so lucky to be adored like this, to be adored by him especially. Pope had worked his way deep into your heart in a matter of days. He was everything to you now, he was your world. You belonged to him, every single inch of your heart, your body, your mind, your faith was him.

“I’m the god of love, I know what mi amada needs… I’ll always know.” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, the body that belongs to him, and kisses your neck. “I can’t wait to see what you paint, Madonna…” 

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＊✿❀Day 6: Fantasy AU❀✿＊

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Rei and Eichi being in false dichotomies rattles in my head so so mach. Might be the wrong term but I just legit blank out whenever I see them sfjds. So for this AU and piece, I based it on Slay the Princess!! The whole change and stasis, how two seemingly opposing concepts are in essence bound together for all eternity, large ethereal beings embodying the make up of reality dancing around each other and mad in love-

Anyways :33 another blurb thingy under the cut! I find deities and myths in videogames very interesting so might as well spit it all into something for the girls🔥🔥🔥 This was beta-ed and heavily proofread by another fello femstars discord member: Cordelia!! (@kanameows) Big big thanks to her, he's really helped me straighten this out and fix up the wording to make it sound less modern nsdkjff

Sorry for rambling dhsnfkmas enjoy the short read^^

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From the beginning of time, two great entities watched over the earth. The Greatest of the greats, the highest of the high. They were gods, deities. They ruled over concepts, embodies them. Eichi and Rei.

Despite all the worship, reverence, and adoration of the people, though, no one truly knew what dominion these gods ruled over. Years, centuries, and milleniums of myths and legends passed down from generation to generation, tainted by the interpretations of those spreading their story. Small details mutate and are discarded over time.

These different spins on their myths go as follows:

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Eichi was the God of Good and Rei was the Demon to be defeated. Eichi was born of light and she drove away the darkness that followed Rei like a shroud.

Eichi brought wonderful things such as the spring and summer, warm and bright; cheery.

Rei is followed by Autumn and Winter, windy and cold --biting at the senses, numbing everything.

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Eichi was the God of Life. All living things are her subjects, each and every one blessed by her power.

Rei was the God of Death, who brings rest to the weary, comfort to the tormented, and punishment to the sinners.

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Eichi was a God who strived to keep the world perfect. A tyrant creator who destroys all that mar her perfect vision.

Rei was a kind god that accepted the strange and unwanted into her arms, soothing their broken souls.

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Eichi was an evil god. An evil god surrounded by wonderful things. An evil god who makes sure she's surrounded by wonderful things. She creates new flowers to hide those that wither in her hands; brought forth life to erase the dying.

Rei was a pitiful god framed by her as evil. She mourned, cried for those she has hurt; unable to protect, only able to take them under her large black wings, singing melodies of solace.

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At least, those were what the myths say...

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But myths are products of human culture, unable to comprehend those above them. In truth:

Eichi is the God of Change; of growth and decay; of revolution and corruption. She is the passing of seasons. She is improvement and she is the loss of progress. All encompassing and always there.

Rei is the God of Stasis. The moment, an ending, and the time spend lingering in it. She is of long nights with loved ones where time holds no meaning and she is minutes stretched to hours in agony. All encompassing and always there.

There is no winner or loser, no right or wrong, and know good or bad. They are merely forces of nature, the absolute truth of the world, and the gears that turn reality. They are simply change and stasis. Simply Eichi and Rei.

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Lady hera deep dive.

Lady Hera is the queen of the gods and goddesses and the shared ruler of the skies, she deserves respect, and I adore her, as a researcher, and as a person in the community, I do not worship her, but she is welcoming, she is a wonderful goddess and kind, and as a mother and a ruler, she is amazing.

Herbs • lilies, poppies, irises, white roses, waterlilies, Golden roses and white roses, Vitex agnus-castus, poppies, stephanotis, cypress, coconut, maple trees, all white flowers, Marigold, Patchouli, Sage, Rosemary, Frankincense, oak, asterion flower, hyacinths (from when Zeus swept her up in a cloud in Bed of hyacinths in the Iliad 14.340-50)

Animals•peacock, the crow, the cuckoo, carrion-crow, Cow, snake, dragon, crab, snail, and other shelled creatures, eagle, young cow or lion, Wide-winged hawk, Cranes, heifer, goat

Zodiac • Cancer 

Colors •White, royal blue, purple, dark green, grey, and silver, yellow, gold, red,  blue, purple, rose.

Crystal• pearls, garnets, citrine, amber, diamonds, star sapphires, platinum, Morganite, Rose quartz, Lapis lazuli, Peacock ore, herkimer diamond, iris agate, apophyllite, morganite, turquoise. 

Symbols• the crow, the cuckoo, the peacock and the pomegranate, Milky Way, the cow, the seasons of the year, Lotus-staff, the scepter.

Jewelry you can wear in their honor rings• wedding veils, and veiling in her honor. 

Diety of • marriage, women, childbirth, and family, she also used to be an earth goddess, Matriarchy, fertility

Patron of • married women, presiding over weddings and blessing marital unions, bringing a woman fertility, protecting her children, helping a woman find financial security, overseeing both private and public affairs, and protecting women in labor. She also has domains in life, death, and the rebirth cycle. And is the patron of earth and cows before marrying Zeus, the Air, Clear skies, Rain, Storms, the Constellations, Maidens of marriageable age, Maiden virginity, Betrothals, Bride-price (dowry), Widows, Menstruation, Heirs, Dynasties, Fidelity (legitimate heir & not the product of adultery), Inheritance, sanctity of the home, kings, empires, heaven, showers, and breezes, prosperity, progeny and military victory, luck in battle, heroes 

Alter ideas• She likes big alters, and I would put them near a lake, she was raised near a lake, and she likes extravagant things. 

Offerings• Honey, Breads, grains, homemade sweets, Pomegranates, Fruits, Milk, Wine, Pure water, Peacock paintings, peacock statues, peacock patterns, Cow paintings, cow statues, cow print patterns, Cuckoo bird art, cuckoo bird statues, Cuckoo clocks, Diadem (crowns), Throne imagery, Framed family photos, Chocolate, Pomegranate seeds, Peacock feathers, Peacock jewelry, Cuckoo feathers, Snail and hermit crab shells, Cow jewelry, Toy peacocks or cows, Perfumes, Silver and gold jjewelry (especially rings), White or gold rose petals, Golden roses, Art that you’ve created (especially if it is an art of Her), Poems are written for Her, Any crafts you’ve made, Stories that you’ve written, Photos of your S.O. and children, goat meat, goat cheese, the asterion flower, Nemean lion imagery, shields/shield imagery, wedding related (ex- rings, veil, garter, copy of vows), she likes sweet things, snail shells, any shelled animal leftover shell

Devotional• Donate your time or money to charities that help women and children, find a fallen branch and burn a small part of it as an offering to Hera (based on the festival Daedala), don’t cheat, don’t make others cheat (don’t be a side chick), tame your jealousy, Read the story of Zeus and the Daidale (“wooden bride”), As you make your bed ask Hera to bless it and Bring romance to your marriage bed, Take a day to indulge in love, keep your home clean, be kind to children, do house chores, take care of your physical health, take care of your mental health, speak your mind, donate to and support domestic abuse victims, write her poems, donate old maternity clothes and baby clothes, Campaigning for women’s rights and equal marriage, gardening, painting, making music, do colour magick, Celebrate solstice and changing seasons, Setting a boundary in life (especially in love).

Ephithets•  Cow-Eyed, White-Armed, The Virgin, Queen of the Gods, Protectress, Queen of Heaven, Protector of Women, Hera Alexandros (Protector of Men), Lady of the Beasts, Of The Golden Sandals,   Ἀλέξανδρος (Alexandros) - Protector of Men, Αἰγοφάγος (Aigophágos) - Goat-Eater, Ἀκραῖα (Akráia)- She of the Heights, Ἀμμωνία (Ammonia), Ἄνθεια (Antheia) -  flowery Ἀργεία (Argéia)- She of Argos, Βασίλεια (Basíleia)- Queen', Βουναία (Bounáia)- She of the Mound, Βοῶπις (Boṓpis) - Cow-Eyed or Cow-Faced, Λευκώλενος (Leukṓlenos)- White-Armed,  Παῖς (Pais)- Child (in her role as virgin), Παρθένος (Parthénos)- Virgin, Τελεία (Teléia)- as goddess of marriage, Χήρη (Chḗrē) - Widowed, Τελχινία (Telchinia) - She was named like that because according to a legend, that the Telchines were the first in the island and also the first who created statues of gods, Ζυγία (Zygia) - as the presider over marriage, Hera Nympheuomene - Hera the betrothed bride, Hera Pais - Hera the girl, Hera Parthenia - Hera the maiden

Equivalents (not the same but alike)• Hathor (Egyptian), Juno (Roman), Frigg (Norse), Isis (Egyptian)

Aspects• Khaos-Aer (the Air), Hemera (Day), Nyx (Night), Titanis Rheia (Flow), Selene (the Moon), Eos (Dawn), Mother of Typhon (Typhoon, Smoke)

Attendees• Eleithyia (Goddess of Childbirth), Hebes (Goddess of Youth), Iris (Goddess of the Rainbow), The Horai (Goddesses of the Seasons & Heavenly Law and Order), Okeanides (Cloud-Nymphai)

Signs they are reaching out• Sudden imagery of peacocks and her animals, sudden mentions of what she is the goddess of, feeling an intense pull to her 

Morals• Morally grey 

Courting• Zues

Personality• Hera has a fast temper and is quick to administer justice

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Hera’s temples may have been the first to be roofed, her temples were some of the largest ever built (she is very big on big alters and on temples) 

Blessings• Good betrothal, Marital harmony, Successful birth, Heirs, Dynasties, Birth of a male heir, good luck in battle, successful birth

Curse: Marital discord, Punishment of adulterers, death in birth, Protracted labor

Roots• her origin could’ve been as a Pelasgian goddess, she was nursed as an infant by the three daughters of the river Asterion: Euboia, Prosymna, and Akraia. But in the Iliad, Hera states she was given by her mother to Tethys to be raised, aspected to be raised in Argos in Argolis Greece and her birthplace being Samos on a Greek island. She also claims to be the oldest, but so does Hestia.

Parentage• Kronos and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, and Demeter, half-siblings with Chiron 

Pet• peacocks (peacocks pull her chariot)

Children • Angelos, Ares, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Hebe, Hephaestus, and the Kharites, many say she adopted Heracles, (he built a temple for her and etc)

Appearance in astral or gen• in Greek and Roman art as a large woman, fully clad, wearing a diadem radiantly beautiful woman, shining like the sun, however, she is also a shape-shifter with many forms and is usually wearing a veil. She also has 3 aspects, the Maiden, Mother, and Crone aspects, She comes with the scent of flowers, and the earth blooms at her every step.

Festivals • Daedala, Heraia, and Anthesphoria were also common in the Peloponnese (where it was celebrated in honor of  Hera Antheia at Argos, and of Aphrodite Antheia at Cnossus.)

Month• June 

Sacred places• Heraeum at Nemea in the Argolid, the great temple on the island of Samos, and the temple at Olympia. A sanctuary at Argos, a seventh-century BCE temple built over an earlier shrine, is among the oldest Greek temples, Argos (Samos).

Status• Queen of the gods, and a major deity before and after marriage. 

What angers her • Cheating, the Trojans. 

Music she likes• wedding music. 

What she likes in people• Women, heroes, moms.

Planet•  Venus, and the full moon 

Her Tarot cards• The empress, the world. 

Scents/Inscene • rose, iris, myrrh, civet, jasmine, and patchouli, Rose, stephanotis

Prayers• 

Hera, queen of Olympos, the bride of thundering Zeus, protector of marriage, of the joining of hearts and the creation of bonds, of the building of home and the finding of family. Great Hera, whose presence honors any wedding day, whose favor graces any marriage, I pray to you, O goddess, grant to me a joyous union, a love to last, a harmonious home. I ask your blessing on my household, O Hera–may it be a place of happiness and affection. I ask your blessing on my marriage bed–may it be a place of joy and pleasure. May my mate and I share our lives; may we grow old together, merry and content; may our words be honey-sweet, and may our love be ever strong. Shining Hera, I ask your blessing.

“O Hera, Queen of Gods, divine protector of marriage, From your throne above, look upon us with favor. Majestic and exalted, cloaked in unyielding loyalty, Bless the bonds we forge, and the promises we make. Grant us the strength to uphold love’s sacred vow, To support and cherish, through trials and time. May our hearts reflect your undying commitment, As we seek harmony, guided by your wisdom. Hail Hera, the eternal matriarch, in reverence we call, With offerings of peacock plumes and lilies white. Embrace us in your grace, bestow upon us unity, As we honor you, now and in all our days.”

I praise you bright and noble Hera, great lady of Olympos, gracious queen of the deathless gods, dark-eyed goddess, fairest of the children of Rhea, graceful and comely, cloaked in the starry skies, garlanded in poppies fragrant and blood-red, crowned in brightest gold, the lotus wand in your hand, your form ever draped in the finest of silks, majestic one whose blessing is sought by all, whose gifts are treasured, whose favor is a surety of good fortune. Hera, champion of great cities, gurardian of ancient Argos and the pretty isle of Samos, warder of the bounds of marriage, protector of women in the old world and the new, unparalleled goddess, white armed one, sovereign of the high-reaching heavens, I honor your might. 

Deep-eyed Hera, beloved bride of mighty Zeus, mighty goddess, fair of face and silent of step, noble your manner, stately and poised your form, a queenly presence is ever yours, godly in glory, womanly in grace and beauty. Beloved Hera, patroness of kings and princes, friend of women, of mothers, upholder of marriage, of the right of lovers to join hearts and hands; lavish your gifts, liberal your hand, limitless the blessings you bestow on those you favor. Hera, the broad sky is yours, and the sweet air we breathe; to you we turn to for harmony and wedded bliss; to you we turn to for strength in the passion and turmoil and hard work of marriage; to you we offer our thanks for a life of love. Well-crowned Hera, beautiful one, revered one, greatest of goddesses, I praise and honor you.

Hera of the deep heart, the beautiful goddess whose true radiance would blind mortal eyes, whose steps fall softly in the golden halls of storied Olympos. In silks your fair form is draped, O Hera, heavy with jewels is your crown, the sweetest of perfumes surround you; in ancient times you received the highest honors, the finest of offerings were ever yours, your shining temples stood across the land. Hera, defender of cities, protector of marriage, champion of the love that upholds a family, that cherishes a child, you are the friend of those who hold the household dear. Queen of the heavens, holder of the lotus staff, the poppy and the pomegranate have you in hand. Hera, supreme in dignity and grace, unsurpassed in goodness and kindness, I praise you.

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I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[museofthepyre]

hello where do u find ur bones. i am so jealous of your collection. do the bone gods rain bones in your local forest to bless u in particular ……….

EEEE WONDERFUL QUESTION!!! I’m gonna ramble because this is my favourite question!!!!

Generally, the best stuff lies where human feet dare not tread! Which means veering off trail, if it’s safe for you to do so. I’m lucky enough to have a few decent sized forests scattered around my area, and I’ve always had the best luck with the less trailed, more remote, not row-planted, all around less human-populated forests. You’ve gotta dwell where the critters do!!! Which is away from trails, in nice shady areas, under big trees and logs, etc. Bonus points if you can find a forest that’s near a source of water (river, pond, creek, etc), or farmlands— that’s where wildlife tends to really thrive, and where there is life, there will be death! It also helps to get to know the living wildlife— knowing what animals you might run into (alive or not) is quite helpful. Everything I’ve got has been collected over the span of a good few years— you pick up a lot of skills just through trial and error :3 every forest is different, and will have different patterns.

Also, once you’ve been bone hunting for a while, you kinda develop magpie eyes for it… Its like a sixth sense for picking out bone shapes and colours and textures amidst the leaf litter. Only problem is, I can’t turn the sense off now… sometimes I’ll be in a store or something, and I’ll see some vaguely bone shaped napkin on the ground… and I’ll instinctively whip around to investigate, the bone detector beeping in my head. Then I realize I’m in a store. There are no bones here. False alarm. The sensors are a bit overactive.

On a more esoteric note, if it suits your fancy, I like to build a sort of relationship with the forests I explore. I’ll bring little offerings of birdseed, dried flower petals, herbs, etc— and I’ll find a spot to leave them (with love!), as a preemptive “thank you for having me”! I even speak to the forest sometimes. If I see a pretty tree, I tell it it’s pretty. If I see pretty mushrooms, I’ll literally verbally tell them how gorgeous they are. And if I take any bones— I always say “thank you”. Does this have any effect at all? No clue! But I like to think it does.

I encourage complimenting your local natural landscapes! Be nice to them and they just might be nice to you!

[furious-blueberry0]

Pantoran Religion

Some random world building I'm using for my fic, decided to finally write it down in something comprehensible

The Pantorans venerate the Goddess of the Moon, Catha.

She is considered to be the Mother of all the Children of Pantora, who breathed the planet into existence, and created each and every single person, animal, plant, river, tree and flower all on her own.

Moved by her love for Creation, she breathed a soul into each one of her creatures, and gave them the ability to create alongside her.

The act of Creation is extremely valued by Pantorans, from planting a flower to building cities, they are all actions equally loved and respected, as they are the gift that the Mother Goddess gave them as her greatest act of Love for her children.

While at first this religion was monotheistic, as centuries and millennia went by, more and more figures started to get venerated alongside the Goddess, bringing the creation of the cult of the Blesseds.

The Blesseds are all Children of Pantora, who during their life did extremely good deeds, or overcame great feats, or whose talents saved countless other people etc.

All of this led people to consider their existence as a blessing from the Goddess, who had sent them to help her Children during hard times.

No one actually knows how many Blesseds exist. 

Some Blesseds are so old that there are no actual records of their existence, leading to believe that some were actually born from legends.

Some Blesseds, that in life were two different people, ended up becoming one entity, while sometimes a single one became venerated as three different Blesseds.

To become a Blessed, they would need to be recognized as one by the local Temple, who would then keep records of their life, their deeds and their death, but the Temples aren’t always the safest of places. Between natural disasters, wars etc. these records can be lost forever, especially the most ancient ones, and so keeping track of all the Blesseds becomes impossible.

For someone to write down every single Blessed, they would need to visit the Archives of every single Temple of the planet, visit every single city and look through their archive, and then go door to door to every single Pantoran household and ask each family who them, their parents, their grandparents, their great grandparents etc. prayed to in their daily life.

Yes, each region, city and household prays and venerates a different Blessed, some families even praying to Blesseds that are their ancestors.

They have different Temples all over the planet (they mostly work like real life monasteries)

The religious people that live and work there use these titles after completing their studies:

Sottye/re: Sister/s

Bettyu/ru: Brother/s

Lattyo/ro: Sibling/s

These titles do not actually have a translation from Pantoran to Basic, and Sister, Brother and Sibling are just the closest terms that can be used to describe their meaning. 

The people of the Temple in fact treat each other as a big family, with all of them being the Children of the Goddess.

Those that are still studying use this title:

Vettyi/ri: Child/ren

Again, this term does not have a proper translation in Basic, but overall it means that those who are still studying need to be guided and taken care of by those that have already taken their vows, so they are called Children because, just like children, they need guidance to walk on this new path of life.

Every Temple has a Head that takes care of the religious aspects of their life, but also works to keep the Temple running. These are the Titles for this figure:

Mattye: Mother

Dittyu: Father

Rettyo: Parent

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Hello

I really really loved your yandere poly pavitr

And I was wondering if you could write a situation where the reader noticed the crazy behaviour and try’s to escape them or they have a big fight about it and they try to get them back or comfort reader?

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

Cw: yandere, reader x lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar x lovesick!Gayatri Singh, angst, hurt/comfort, arguing, unhealthy relationships

Notes: this happens after the reader tried to escape in Bound by Webs

Yellow wallpaper. Yellow wallpaper with little flowers decorating it. Yellow wallpaper with around 5,128 flowers decorating it, you couldn't settle on the exact number. Yellow wallpaper with 5,128 little flowers decorating it, and a clock that sometimes seems to be broken. You also tried to look at other details in your room, but nothing seemed as comforting as counting flowers, you didn't have to think of anything else, except keeping in mind the exact number you had until then, otherwise you'd have to start again. There was something about counting flowers in the yellow wallpaper that felt more normal, that felt better than going outside of your room to see what your life had become after that day in the alley.

You had needs, so you ate, you drank water, you interacted, but your captors didn't take rejection kindly and you didn't take kindly to being woken up from your daydreams. So of course fights broke often, mostly with Gayatri, Pavitr refused to engage with you entirely when you were trying to communicate all the distress you were in, that angered you even more. One day you just snapped and slapped him, his cheek now red and starting to swell, you wished this would wake him up from his delusions, that he would express some sort of clarity, even if it was to hurt you, you longed for the unmistakably human response of wrath, confusion, sadness, something, something that would make him see things as they are. But he just rubbed his cheek slightly, and kissed your forehead while holding your wrists.

"It's okay, you'll feel better soon, I know you didn't mean that" He left the room and closed the door, not even slamming it, you screamed in frustration, where's your boyfriend? Where's the man you feel in love with? The one that's funny, witty, sassy, charming, kind of a nerd, full of energy, he was so many beautiful things, and now he acts like a dog, he only ever wants to be close to you or Gayatri, you don't even know if he's spiderman anymore, if there's anything left of him.

You screamed and cried, but none of them came, you don't even know if that's a blessing or a curse. You understand why this is happening, it's because you tried to escape, because you deceived them, you manipulated them. You're the boy who cried wolf.

Sometimes you are numb, and all you can think about is how you should try to escape again, complete apathy to anything but survival, but there another times when guilt completely washes over you, when Gayatri's words repeat over and over, like a broken record. "If we're monsters, you are too, and you need to accept it." Gayatri did have a point, you weren't at all that normal, not after all you've experienced, and you cling to those last remainings of sanity, you tell yourself how you're supposed to react, to act, how a normal person should react in a situation like this, but it's getting tiring, and confusing. But you were too scared to let go of it, you felt like you're clinging on a tiny float at open sea, you are sure you'll be swallowed by the wild waves at any time, but prefer to have a slower, more difficult death, to fight the inevitable instead of letting go and peacefully letting the waters envelop you like a blanket. When you're not in that situation, it's easy to think you shouldn't dwell on it, you die either way, but now, it's the decision that will change the course of your life, and you can only take one route.

"I made your favorite" Pavitr placed a plate of a delicious looking dinner in front of you, you forced a smile and tried to not look at it like eating was a chore.

"love, why don't you tell me about your day?" He cheerily asked Gayatri

"Not much, I was waiting for you and doing some work stuff on my laptop" she complied with the small talk and continued the meaningless exchange, her pupils seemed heart shaped when she looked at Pavitr, she used to look at you that way too.

You were busy with your excessive chewing of the food, hoping it'd get you hungry, but at the third bite you couldn't do it anymore. "I'm sorry, I can't" you looked at Pavitr with shame, knowing that in his altered perception of reality, you just needed tender love and care so you'd "get back to health"

He nodded and tried to motivate you to eat a little more, even if it was slower, he was interrupted. "Don't you start now, Y/N. All Pav is trying to do is give us a nice dinner, and you can't stop acting like a brat" Gayatri was harsh on you now, ever since your escape attempt, she struggled to trust you again, but you knew she missed you, you heard her breathing outside the closed door of your room when you were counting flowers, and she kept preparing your chai the way you liked it, even if she always found it too sweet, Gayatri loved you and missed you, but she was hurt by you, she was defensive and wanted to send a message: she wasn't easy to manipulate, you couldn't play her for a fool again.

You felt your tears start to dampen your cheeks, Pavitr glared at his girlfriend. "I really don't want to, I don't want to act like this. I don't want to cause you any more pain, but my instincts keep telling me to run away, that this is wrong, that I'm in danger." Your voice breaks, and even with this sharp pain inside your chest, you feel relieved to voice this, you look at Gayatri, talking directly to her. "I'm not a good liar, all that time, I did enjoy every minute we were together, but all my subconscious yells to me is that I should hate you, and I don't know who to trust anymore" you look at Pavitr "I hate when you act like I'm crazy, but maybe you were right, maybe I do want to stay here, and all this running away nonsense is just that, nonsense. I-" you wanted to keep going, you could go on for hours, but you didn't have the strength, both Pavitr and Gayatri stood up from their seats and hugged you, you cried it all out, all you couldn't express, you blurted out muffled sounds of "I'm sorry", "I don't want it" but most importantly "I love you". You loved them, it so hard not to, even as you thought you were escaping, you couldn't convince yourself not to love them, you stopped crying and saw Gayatri's heart eyes, you knew you were far too deep in to escape. You would love them even as the void consumes them. The salty water of your tears tasted just like the dangerous open sea, you let go of the float and the water baptises you, rebirths you. You kissed both of them like it was the first time, and then you ate a bite of Pavitr's food. Exquisite.

[curseanon]

I’ve decided I’m just gonna be the sole crewmate on this battleship that is adam x eve, no issues here as im plenty used to serving in the armed forces in defense of rare ships. shipping something where we literally don’t even know what one of the people looks like tho is a whole new level-

anyway here’s some headcanons I thought of. special thanks to Abbie0129 on Twitter for her artwork that helped inspire some of these, if u ever see this post I love you

-the only thing adam and eve were able to take out of eden with them (besides clothes) was a set of flower crowns that they made for each other and basically acted like their wedding rings in the garden. the crowns were blessed by the angels to stay preserved and they allowed them to keep them. it’s the only thing they have left of Eden (king and queen of this little slice of paradise on earth ugh)

-Eve was sent to hell because Roo (or whatever this force of evil we saw depicted in the storybook with the big red eyes and creepy smile) influenced her into eating the fruit (hence the red smile. shoutout to another similar theory I saw on twitter that said Roo only made eve eat the fruit and then left her alone, before moving on later to target Lilith, hence the similar smile on that card. So Roo is different from Eve and Lilith but influenced them both). Maybe Roo’s influence was still on her when she died? Idk

-Abel though, I have an interesting thought. My current take is that if he’s in the show and not retconned, he went to hell because despite his efforts to please the angels, he was acting more out of self gratification, at least in secret. Seeking the angels’ approval more than actually trying to be a good person. That and I think he died with enmity in his heart towards Cain (fair enough). But he wasn’t willing to forgive Cain’s actions, while he was dying or after his death. If he can’t do that, how can he expect his own sins to be forgiven? Granted this is more based on the Christian view of sin. Abel’s heart was not light as a feather, and he died hating his own brother, bitter, and unforgiving. Again, I do not expect this level of depth from Vivzie but that’s just my take lmao

-So that leaves Adam showing up in Heaven alone. Cain is probably still wandering the Earth tbh, but im open to him being more of a spirit now who can pass between earth and Hell. But Adam being alone becomes very damaging. After all, it is not good for man to be alone. He just chalks it all up to Lucifer and Lilith’s deception with the apple that created Hell, blaming them for all the evil that has happened on Earth and the loss of his family.

-When Adam comes back as a sinner in Hell, he eventually reunites with Eve (and Abel. And maybe Cain). They work through all the shit they’ve been through and decide to try again being a family. They harvest angelic metal from the weapons and have them fashioned into rings. Eve wears hers normally and Adam wears his on a necklace. They have matching inscriptions on the inside, where one says “flesh of my flesh” and the other “bone of my bone.” If u saw my other post mentioning this, you’re welcome ❤️

-Eventually they get redeemed and Sera welcomes them back with a little gift: the flower crowns from Eden🥰

[twstbookclub]

Petals of Poison

TW: Blood and major character death/s

Summary: Hanahaki Disease. Taking innocent, unrequited love and crushing the life of the unfortunate. This is not a happy story. Don't expect a good ending. POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Epel Felmier, hanahaki disease, star tear disease, heavy angst Word count: 2,958

Being 100% truthful... I cried writing this, and I got super depressed after lol. I've never done Hanahaki disease as a trope but I've read about it. I've only heard about Star Tear disease and it's very rare to use, but it's a sister trope to Hanahaki.

The person afflicted with Star Tear will cry stars, and slowly become blind, but it isn't like Hanahaki where the affected goes back to normal. No. The person keeps the damage.

I hope you all enjoy this Epel angst and trust me, this is still pretty light, even with a character death. This one didn't take me too long but it took a lot of planning and adding, truly one of my proudest works.

Petals of red carnations and aster spilled onto Epel’s hand on such a bright morning, the sun shining through his windows and lighting up his room beautifully. His face looked shocked and panicked, but he wasn’t in an urge to figure out what was wrong. He dropped the petals out of his hand and saw a small splatter of blood in his palm, but once again, no immediate reaction. He only sighed and got ready for his morning.

It was never like this, but not uncommon to one’s knowledge, either. In this world, magic and myth were big things, and the Isle of Sages was no stranger. Recently, the town had been talking about cases of victims who had recently passed away due to unnatural causes. Unnatural, being that their lungs were filled with roots and flowers, marking their deaths as undetermined in autopsy reports. 

Rumors had been circulating that these victims were in love with others, but never received the love back, then were found dead just days later with the same scenes as the others. The Isle began to find death as common as finding a penny on the ground, but still as tragic as ever for these young lives. Epel could be the next.

He did have someone he loved, but being in the same year as you meant nothing. You barely looked at him, only hung out together when he was invited, and you were completely out of his league. Not even close.

This had started months ago. Epel had met you at the mirror chamber on orientation day, and he became pretty curious. You weren’t from this world, yet you looked like you fit right in, too. You were quiet and confused, which he found interesting, but he would only see you from afar for now.

He was finally able to get close to you, but his attention was easily taken when Deuce started calling him a girl. At that moment, he heard your laugh. It was a beautiful sound that he had no idea would bless his ears the way it did.

One day, you came into the Pomefiore dorm, catching them teaching him about proper tea etiquette and rules. When Rook corrected him, he quickly grew embarrassed and stuttered slightly before fixing himself, hoping that you hadn’t seen him mess up. He didn’t need you to not find him able. He wanted you to like him.

Coming back from winter break, Epel hadn’t stopped thinking about you for any moment of the day. He began to doubt if you liked him, especially after seeing him mess up during classes and after-school clubs. As soon as he arrived back, he was met with more flight training and prim etiquette.

He was running through campus while trying to run away from his housewarden and vice-housewarden, not exactly caring where he was running. Suddenly, Epel felt a hard chest and fell over with a loud wham to the ground. He could only sniffle and rub his head from the pain. When Epel looked up, he saw your eyes on him in concern, and he felt himself become frozen, frustrated with himself about the situation before him. 

Deuce offered to help him, but Epel looked away and mumbled “dagnabit” under his breath. The other first-year grew confused and repeated what Epel had said, but Felmier felt embarrassed for looking so pathetic in front of you. Before Deuce knew it, Epel ran off and disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.  You were left with confusion and questions but didn’t pay much attention to it once he was gone. 

Once he was gone and in a place where one could see him, he felt a slight clog in his throat and coughed, surprised to see a few petals of aster and white carnations fall onto the ground at his feet. “Flowers? What in the…” He whispered with a confused tone, and he didn’t know where this had even come from. 

Soon, he was singing to practice for the Song and Dance Championship behind some bushes, but he coughed and sighed when he couldn’t reach enough, causing some small petals to spill onto the grass. When he heard the voices of others, he perked up and turned around, his eyes landing on you. 

Did you hear that? Oh, for the love of the Seven, please tell me you didn’t hear that.

You only stared at him as he interacted with your friends, but the thought of you finding him in such a pathetic scene lingered in his mind. He didn’t need you to look at him and laugh, especially not after everyone else found him cute and small. After witnessing how his housewarden kicked the asses of the other first years, Epel took a glance at you before being dragged away into more practice.

As soon as he entered the door to Pomefiore, he covered his mouth and coughed up more petals, the sound grabbing the attention of Vil and a few others who were in the lounge. Aster and… Red carnations. This one was new, but his heart did ache. It ached with a pain that poked in his chest, yet the bright red mixed with the purple and pink petals of aster felt comforting.

He felt something for you. He knew you probably wouldn’t like someone as pathetic and hard-driven as he was, not with this small body and cute face. He couldn’t get his hopes up.

Epel had caught himself coughing these petals now and then, but on rare occasions, a few of them had blood spots, nothing too concerning. At the same time, more and more cases of citizens being found dead, surrounded by flowers and roots, were becoming big online. Everyone made this phenomenon have a name, Hanahaki Disease, and it was spreading like wildfire. 

No one could figure out its symptoms. Other’s tried, but would get shut down about their theories. One person, at least every week, was in the headlines about this. Police thought it was a serial killer laying down his victims in a beautiful way, and citizens thought it was karma towards the person who died.

Epel’s symptoms only got worse the more you were around him and looked at him. You spoke to him in such a kind way, treating him as your friend. He noticed that your uniform and face had different sizes and colors of stars. He found it cute and it suited you, at least in his eyes.

Right. Only a friend.

He kept his feelings hidden, and it was only right. Epel knew the situation, and he was okay with it. You didn’t belong in this world in the first place, nothing wrong there. He had a life and family waiting for him in his hometown. He had to get over this.

But the world gave him no time.

Crowley had summoned everyone to the mirror chamber to bid you farewell. You were leaving. No warning. No time. Something felt wrong, and Epel ran to be able to hug you first. Everyone surrounded you two after that. 

Epel heard a twinkling sound, so he looked at you and noticed how small stars were on your cheeks. He was confused, what was even happening? He noticed these stars before, but they came from your eyes this time? He couldn’t ask, not before Crowley had to break it up before the portal closed.

As you looked at everyone one more time, “Come back here soon!” Epel screamed, making everyone slowly begin to agree with him. Then, you left. That was it. Your presence was there, but not your body or soul.

It was a moment of sorrows and grief, which only equaled to Epel coughing up blood-spattered petals of marigolds and purple hyacinth flowers into a napkin. He could tell that this was getting worse, but what in the world could he even do?

Epel spent that night trying to distract himself by researching everything he could about this Hanahaki Disease, coughing up occasional petals. He had found a few stories of victims who survived the disease, reading about how the symptoms stopped after they got together with the person that they loved. 

Reading more about how it got worse if one believed that the other didn’t like them back, but after a certain point, even thinking about the person they loved made the symptoms dire. There was no natural cure, at least not from what was written, but Epel did find something.

Surgery.

Getting surgery to make it go away. 

No.

That’s all Epel needed to read. He wanted nothing else about that subject to come up. It was absurd, even for the most desperate of people. Brain surgery to make the symptoms go away, but you’d forget about all the feelings you felt for the person. He could never, not when it was about you. 

Suddenly, he became curious. The scene from earlier crossed his mind.

Why does someone cry stars?

He searched it up, but… Nothing. Unknown. Sites to just people boasting about how their tears have the sparkle of stars, but it wasn’t the same. You had the shape of stars coming out of your eyes, and they were beautiful.

Epel sighed and shut his phone off. He didn’t need to see anything else for the rest of the night.

For a few weeks, the campus was in an awkward atmosphere due to your leaving, but soon enough, everyone began going back to normal. Not Epel, though. He missed you the most when he sat on his bed after school. He constantly thought about how you could be doing and wondered if you were ever thinking of him. 

He began to smile while thinking about you, remembering every moment he did get to save with you. His birthday, campus traditions, especially being there to watch him perform for the Song and Dance Championship. Thinking about everything made him suddenly gag and the next thing he knew, a pool of blood and different petals were at his feet.

His eyes were wide, but he vomited more blood, less petals. The puddle was red but cluttered with red and white carnations, mixes of purple and pink aster, yellow daffodils, and violet-blue salvia. This was the worst that his condition had gotten. Epel fell back and clutched his chest, trying to breathe silently but with enough force to get himself back on track. It was a silent night after that.

Time would come to take their youth, and before any of the first years knew it, it was graduation day. The day was bright and looking pretty on a day like that, and it kind of made the day better.

The ceremony had gone well, with old students coming back to congratulate and celebrate with the other students, and professors even admitting that they’d miss some students.

After all celebrations were over though, Epel stayed on the campus grounds, standing at the well that caused him the most time with you. He simply stared down the well, letting the sunset almost blind his vision. One memory of you caused a loud cough and blood to spill from his mouth, petals following after. 

It hurt. The pain grew worse than ever before. He’d rather suffer than forget the love he felt for you. His body was falling, faltering to keep itself up, and he landed on his back against the ground.

“The love I feel for you… Is so beautiful, but—” He whispered, petals of sweet peas falling from the sides of his mouth now as his coughs got shorter and harsher. “I can’t breathe.”

Epel could only clutch his chest as he tried to find the proper breathing pattern. He looked up at the sky and wiped the excess blood from his mouth. He smiled. Like he always did when he thought of you.

Epel could cry. He could feel it. You were so close. Just a little farther.

The sounds of struggling became quieter, and a bed of flowers grew. Cyclamens, sweet peas, heliotropes, white carnations, crimson roses, forget-me-nots, and black roses all grew from the ground. Its roots and vines surrounded the body of a recently graduated boy, who simply loved someone that he knew he couldn't have.

Epel looked like a charming prince with how peaceful he looked.

The world was cruel. Too cruel even.

Those young adults, now grown up, were gathered in a reserved restaurant. They all stood up when they heard the door, Silver bringing you in.

You carried a white cane and carefully moved it around, your eyes staring forward with occasional blinks. Everyone knew the situation, but there was still a tension that you could feel by just sensing it.

Your irises were close to white but had a faint hue of your original eye color. You were blind. You had explained to everyone before that you had “Star Tear Disease”, which explained why you cried stars when you left the world of Twisted Wonderland that day.

It was rare. Only a few had it, and you were the unlucky one that did. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but you smiled nonetheless. It had been years since you had last been with the boys, and you were quite excited to meet them again.

“I'm fine, guys. It's just a little impairment, but I'm still me.”

The room stayed quiet, and slowly, one by one, they all came up to let you touch their faces and reintroduce themselves. Ace tried making you laugh by contorting his face, but you hit his shoulder. “Hey! Quit that. I'll pull your ear if you keep doing it.”

Goofball as always.

Once everyone had a turn, you felt weird. Someone was missing, and you slowly made your way around the table. An empty chair.

“Who's missing?” You asked, clutching the arm of the chair.

Silence once again. No one wanted to tell you, so you remembered everyone to figure it out.

Your body froze as you realized it, but you could feel your heart drop. “Epel.”

Tension grew in the room again and you could hear a sigh, then followed by Leona. “He's dead.”

Whispers with the others calling out Leona for saying it, but he simply grew irritated with their lack of sense. “Oi, what the hell are we supposed to do, eh? Keep it from them? They're blind for Seven's sake!”

“You didn't have to say it so bluntly—” Followed Lilia, not wanting everything to become a problem.

“All of you, shut up!” You yelled, the starry tears forming in your eyes as you clutched the chair harder, digging your nails into the wood.

Everyone went mute. You couldn't even believe it. 

“How...” You whispered, the sound of twinkling from your tears filling the eerily quiet room. “How did he die and when?”

Deuce stood from his chair this time. “On our graduation day. He died of some… illness called Hanahaki Disease.” 

Your world was crumbling. Hanahaki Disease. You heard of it in your world. It was made of fiction, but who knew it'd be turned into reality. The same could be said for Star Tear Disease, but you developed it here, and it followed you into your world.

You let out a few tears as you kept thinking, your arms practically wrapped around the chair. “Who was the cause? One of you knows.”

Vil spoke as he moved closer, trying to be careful with you. “That part isn’t necessary for you to know—”

“It was you. Vil told us all after he died.” The gruff voice from Malleus filled the room with those three words, and they somehow sounded painstakingly beautiful. Vil’s breathing pattern changed once the truth was revealed. You knew those words were true.

“... Take me to his grave.” You asked after a short moment of silence, sounding like you were pleading, so they took you.

Standing in front of it now, you gently touched the tomb, then the texture of the cement, until your hands touched the lettering.

“E P E L   F E L M I E R”

It had his dates, a small obituary, and designs of apple trees. It all felt cool to the touch. You could only imagine it, but then you remembered that you brought something.

A flower bouquet. Baby's breaths, blue salvia, lavender roses, and cyclamens were composed neatly, you could feel it. Anything for him, especially since he meant so much.

“Hey Epel…” You whispered, kneeling down in front of the tomb. You took a breath and it was already hard, the disease making your eyes sting. “You know, you're the only one I didn't get to touch today.”

“I'm sure you look the same. You never changed.” You said with a smile, gently feeling the cold cement under your fingers. You heard his laugh in your ears, imagined his smile, and you felt a warmth on your hand. His warmth. You knew it.

At that moment, you began to cough really hard, blood spilling onto your hand and petals came out of your mouth. You were unfazed. You knew what this was. 

You set down the bouquet and moved to sit on top of his grave, leaning back against the tombstone as you felt a sharp pain around your ankles.

“Why didn't you tell me? I loved you too. That's unfair…” You whispered softly, feeling your eyes close as your breath struggled slightly.

“We could've survived together.” You said with a faint voice, your body becoming lifeless as your hands and ankles were tied down with vines.

Red roses, carnations, and aster grew on the vines. The twinkling of your tears filled the soundless cemetery, stopping with a drop of a star on your clothes.

[fairy-verse]

What would the fairies do if a lost child, just a tot, was to wander into their domain? Lost, abandoned, and scared. Harmless tho

~🌺

A child wandering into the land of the autumn fairies will be met with curious eyes, sparkling wings, and swirling lights. The fairies are curious, but they keep their distance as they do not know whether this is a trap or not. The child wasn’t led astray by the magic protecting their home, so certainly, no ill will could live within their mind. However, even so, the fairies will form a circle around the child, and here they will dance and sing to lull the child’s mind into a calm and safe state. The child, slowly awakening from a sudden slumber, will later find themselves in the village of one of the Big Folk with only a distant memory of dance and song whispering in their mind.

The spring fairies love to play with the Big Folk, but they’ll take care in being gentle once they see that it’s a child who’s entered their home. How lovely! Their squeaky voices laugh and joke as they surround the child, telling them that they shouldn’t be scared because nothing will hurt them here. For hours and days, they’ll play and be merry, but alas, all lovely things must come to an end, for the spring fairies cannot help their mischievous nature, and even children of the Big Folk will feel unease once they begin to tug and shove a little too enthusiastically. Whether it be by the help of the trees or a kind unicorn, the child will eventually be guided out of the forest, and back to the nearest village of the Big Folk. The land of the fairies is in truth, not a place for a child, and such a truth is most apparent when it comes to the spring fairies.

The summer fairies have no idea how a child of the Big Folk wandered into their valley, but they’ve never fully seen one of them before, so in the beginning, they will not truly understand who or what they are. They are intrigued, fascinated by this little child, and they think they’re so cute! With voices so fair and lovely, they will sing and laugh as flowers gently rain over the child, cast down by flying fairies who only want to play. A cradle of moss, flowers, and silks will be made under the canopy of a great tree, and there the fairies will watch as the young child sleeps in the warm summer nights. Even Dream, the loveliest of all summer fairies, will come and look at this new arrival to his valley, but unlike his summer fairies, he will understand that this is a child of the Big Folk, and so, with a heavy soul, he must lead the child back from whence they came. But the child will be given silken clothes and boots of leather and moss as to make their journey comfortable. Dream will accompany them to the edge of Nightmare’s border, and there he will give their forehead a light kiss before sending them away, wishing them a good and kind life. The blessing of a fairy, and a Firstborn at that, will surely ensure that their path in life turns green and golden.

The child will find themselves lost in the eternal cold the domain of the winter fairies, and here no mercy is granted to them. The wind shoves and gnaws at their flesh, the snow plummets and assaults them from above, and the powdery ground beneath their feet is uneven and tiring to walk on. Unless the winter fairies that guard the border grant them a chance to escape, then soon darkness will take them, and the Grim Reaper will lay a comforting hand upon their shoulder. Still, it is not the hand of death that takes them, but rather a massive claw so sharp it nearly draws blood, yet it is gentle as it takes the child into strong arms, and although they cannot see their rescuer, as snow blindness as taken their sight, they could just barely make out a glowing, engorged eye light staring down at them. The next time they wake, they’ll find themselves wrapped in furs and wool, and far, far away from Error’s domain. Their rescuer will be nowhere near for them to see.