#starlight serenade

[voca-song-a-day]

Today's featured song is: "Starlight Serenade" by Intro-P feat. KAITO!

[starlight-serenade-project]

Witch and Housemaid #1 - Names (1/2)

A conversation between two sisters right before everything changes.

(Tomoe and Shinobu from Lupin Zero are sisters in this AU. Also Tomoe is very much so Lupin’s real mom)

[dagmartoons]

LupinWeek2024 Day 4 - AUs

In a way, thieves and idols aren't really so different.

So I had ZERO ideas for this prompt aside from "do something based on Starlight Serenade" (which honestly just barely qualifies as an AU lmao) so I just decided to do a pseudo-poster featuring a scene from the AU in development

(As I was drawing this it occurred to me I've never actually explained what the fucking plot of this AU is so explanation under the cut!)

For those unaware, Starlight Serenade is a multimedia AU series project I've had in the works for a while now (there's a sideblog if you're interested: @starlight-serenade-project ) taking place after the end of Part 6. Basically everything in the final two episodes is the same except Lupin was snapped out of Tomoe's brainwashing manually by the gang instead of just doing it himself and he has no memory of the entire incident afterwards. The AU story takes place a few months later; Lupin's recovered well physically, but mentally/emotionally? Hell no.

The plot is basically Lupin III does Macross Plus by way of Evangelion. The gang are approached by pop star Lady Iris a few months after the incident and asked to steal two magical gemstones from secret locations along the route of her concert tour. Lupin, having been on hiatus the whole time and very eager to get back to some semblance of normalcy, eagerly agrees to her request. But just who is she? What are these gems for? Why does her manager/older sister want them so badly? What are Lupin's real motives behind helping this random singer? And what is with these bizarre dreams he's been having involving Tomoe? Find out whenever I get around to actually telling this story!

This drawing takes place in the middle of the story, after Iris has (spoilers) betrayed the gang and Fujiko and Goemon have gone missing (also Zenigata's been taken off the Lupin case for plot reasons so there's that too). Iris has appeared in front of Lupin again one night to patch things up and disclose a bit more info on what's going on, and the two mend their friendship. (They have sort of a Lupin & Clarisse-esque sibling relationship going on. Purely platonic)

[flygefisk]

dragon -> pony designs!

i'd like to do a trial run of these to kinda gauge interest n pricing! give me a dragon and i'll design you a pony version of them- if there's any specific features you'd like (ie markings, items, theming) let me know!

for now they're pwyw, minimum 250g/kt. pm me here or on fr at kender #14538 if you're interested!

closed for now, thank you!

[juuraju19768]

Immerse yourself in the enchanting melody of "Sun, Moon, and Stars," a heartfelt song about finding light in the night sky. The moon and stars take centre stage, illuminating the night with their peaceful glow, while the sun remains a constant source of warmth and love. This cosmic love story invites you to relax and reflect on the beauty of the universe and the celestial bodies that guide us through every moment. Let the moon and stars guide you tonight, and the sun will greet you in the morning light. 💫☀️🌙 #SunMoonAndStars #CosmicLove #MoonlightMagic #StarlitNight #ShiningBright #CelestialVibes #NightSkySerenade #StarryNight #MusicForTheSoul #RelaxingMusic #PeacefulVibes #MoonAndStars #CelestialHarmony #StarlightShine #GuidingLight #CosmicJourney

[storyweaverofgondor]

I think an Amputee should be cast in Cats.

I think someone in a wheelchair should be cast in Starlight Express.

[katlimeart]

Made in 2018 + 2019

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as characters from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic - requested by stevenpepi

1. Princess Luna

2. Princess Celestia

3. Princess Cadance

4. Cheerilee

5. Songbird Serenade

6. Starlight Glimmer

7. Sunset Shimmer

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 Be Mine

Mind Control CW: Abduction, yandere esque monster, inhuman oc, mind break, tendrils, dub-con

The young master stood in his garden, smiling softly as he stared at his roses, enjoying the romanticism of the dew speckled petals glistening under the moonlight. His newest servant, (Reader), watched him with a blanket in hand, ready to wrap it around his shoulders at the first sign of a chill. They worried for Mikhail greatly, for although the young man was strong enough to care for his estate after the death of his parents he was of weak constitution.

Smiling, (Reader) prayed that they weren't blushing as they approached Mikhail from behind. "Master, shall we go back inside? The temperature has dropped quite a bit."

His starlight colored eyes crinkled as he returned (Reader's) smile. "You care for me too much, dear (Reader). Thank you."

It was a dream, being able to work for someone as stunningly beautiful as Mikhail. Even if the work was difficult, (Reader) being the only servant in the mansion, it was rewarding. His face was a blessing and his voice was like the serenading of an angel.

They passed by a window, and (Reader) couldn't help but look at their reflection, even if it was warped in the darkness. There were no mirrors in the mansion, so (Reader) often feared that they weren't presentable when meeting Mikhail. Their reflection looked back at (Reader), and all (Reader) felt was fear.

It was as though they suddenly woke up.

(Reader) had been hiking through the mountains with their friends from college, when (Reader) began hearing someone calling their name in the dark.

As the nights went on, (Reader's) friends began to vanish, wandering off into the woods.

In the trees (Reader) found the decrepit building. It looked uninhabited, but they entered anyways, desperate for a phone. They heard crying, and it sounded like their friend Landon.

But all they found was..

Mikhail grabbed (Reader's) hand, yanking them away from the window and forcing their eyes on him. Those pale eyes that looked like they belonged to the dead. (Reader) struggled against his grasp, remembering what they had found. Their first meeting.

In the first room (Reader) entered they discovered a strange human lying naked on a bed, genderless like a doll and with long silver hair. But the face was split open down the middle, with tendrils reaching out from the skull's opening towards (Reader). They found themselves paralyzed by the glowing white eyes on the mask like face as the body rose from the elegant bed.

It was like slipping into a dream, a man's voice whispering into their mind "Be mine.." over and over again as colors saturated and the floor melted away. Vaguely aware of hands caressing their naked body, slender fingers longingly sliding in between their thighs, (Reader) allowed themselves to fall into his embrace. Because it was a "dream", it was okay to submit to his touch.

In that "dream", even the alien maw that prodded inside (Reader's) mouth only brought warmth. The tentacle like appendages entered (Reader) like a kiss, pulsating with a bioluminescent ooze. It was more than the arousal (Reader) felt, more than the building of their climax as the stranger's hands played with their sex; it was love. An intense, unquestionable love, begging (Reader) to feel the same. And as he placed one of his legs between their's so he could feel their orgasm on his thigh, (Reader) was willing to forget themselves to stay by his side.

(Reader) couldn't pull their hand away from their abductor, horrified that they had been so easily manipulated. How long had they been here, trapped in this dream?!

"(Reader)?" Mikhail's voice was calm, soothing, not sounding like someone holding an actively struggling adult.

It was only for a second, an accident, in the struggle (Reader's) eyes caught sight of his, and their body fell limp. They stopped struggling, slipping back into that dream.

Mikhail was beautiful, and although he was (Reader's) employer, they couldn't help but feel affection for him. An overwhelming love that they prayed he would never notice. The pink tint returned to their tear stained cheeks, realizing that he was holding their hand. "I'm sorry, sir. Was I spacing off again?"

His reflection showed his true face, split open down the center, exposing his cursed, writhing insides, but even in the window his eyes held relief. However, (Reader) wouldn't see that. He wouldn't let them. Their eyes were glassy and doll like as he pressed a kiss against their temple. They didn't feel it, they weren't aware of anything he did to their body unless he allowed them to be.

"Who do you belong to?" He already knew the answer, but needed the reassurance that his powers were working again.

"I belong to you, Master Mikhail."

[jungkwok]

saturday | movie night | jjk fluff

masterlist | SEVEN

monday | tuesday | wednesday | thursday | friday | saturday | sunday

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pairing: jungkook x y/n tags: husband!jungkook x wife!reader, domestic, fluff <;3 word count: 566 words

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“Nothing seems good, I’m not really in the mood for…’ you squint at the TV glaring back at you, “My Mafia half-Werewolf half-Vampire CEO is secretly in love with me?”

“Jesus, even hearing the title makes me shiver.” Jungkook replies, holding a bucket of warm popcorn as he snuggles next to you. “Okay, what about one of those Disney movies you keep gushing about? Like Tangled.”

“Really?” Your eyes light up, surprised that your usually stoic, romance-hating Jungkook would actually bend to your will. “Babe, the only reason why I don’t, well didn’t, like romance movies was because I would just get jealous of the couple on-screen. But now…” Jungkook whispers, leaning closer to your ear as he swings his arm around you, “I’ve got you, don’t I? And we can do whatever the couple does on screen, just better.”

All those days watching from the windows;

All those years outside looking in.

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been…

As Rapunzel and Eugene share a hauntingly beautiful duet, all you can do is look at your husband. As you admire the soft curves of his jaw, and how perfectly his dark curls framed his angelic face, you barely notice that he too, was staring at the love of his life.

“What?” You mumble softly, completely mesmerised by how even the dreamy lights from the TV seemed to put him in the spotlight. “Nothing, princess.” He replies, wearing his signature smile. But this wasn’t the smile that he used in front of flashing lights or cameras– this was the smile of a man, entirely in love with the woman sitting in front of him.

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight.

Now I'm here, suddenly I see;

Standing here, it's all so clear

I'm where I'm meant to be…

“I guess romance movies aren’t that bad after all.” Jungkook says, turning his attention back to the TV. “Now, why would the stubborn, all-mighty, Jeon Jungkook say that?” You smirk, slightly pleased that for once in your life, you’ve changed your husband’s mind about something.

“Well, they’ve made me realise that you’re the only one for me.” He chuckles, then continues: “Because I can never imagine doing stuff like this,” he gestures to the scene, “with anyone else but you.”

And at last I see the light,

And it's like the fog has lifted…

Your face flushes, thinking just how much redder your face would be if your husband was serenading you on a boat, surrounded by lanterns.

“Guess you really are a hopeless romantic, aren’t you?” Jungkook comments, as if he can read your mind and feel your embarrassment.

“Well,” he says, pulling you even closer to him. “We might have to try this someday”, he whispers, planting the softest of kisses on your temple.

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted…

The duet continues, and for the first time in Jungkook’s life, he wasn’t jealous of the pair in front of him– for his own princess was right next to him, safe and sound in his arms.

All at once everything looks different…

“I love you, my Jungkook.” You say, leaning onto his shoulder, perfectly carved to hold your head.

Now that I see you.

“I love you too, my darling.”

[starlight-serenade-project]

Witch and Housemaid #1 - Names (2/2)

This is an idea I've been sitting on for a WHILE now and considering it's Mother's Day I figured now would be a good time to do it. I've got a few more ideas for Tomoe and Shinobu's story that I'll try and do in between stuff about the main AU plot. I hope you look forward to them 😊

(BTW Tomoe referring to Lupin II as "Jim" is a reference to the Jim Barnett persona Lupin I and III have both used. My hc is that Tomoe was originally introduced to him as Jim Barnett II and it's morphed into sort of a nickname for him)

[ninibeingdelulu]

A…date ? ✧

Plot: Your childhood friend ask you on a date.

A/N: @a-view-without-light-pollution I hope you’ll like it (I think it’s bad bc it needs more details but anyway) enjoyy xoxo.

From the first instant Zack showed up at your doorstep fidgeting like a hyperactive puppy, you could tell his normally boundless confidence was fraying hard at the edges.

All jittery hand gestures and flushed cheeks as he flashed those baby blues pleading silent messages.

"Heyy...uh listen, I was wondering if ya maybe wanted to, y'know, grab a burger with me later on?"

He finally blurted, scratching at those wild raven spikes crowning his head.

You arched an eyebrow, fighting back an adoring grin at how freaking adorable this human Golden Retriever was acting.

"Zack...we do that literally every other day already. Are you trying to ask me on an actual date here, mister SOLDIER Boy Scout?"

Brilliant crimson exploded across his chiseled features as a strangled noise escaped those plush lips.

He exhaled a shuddering breath, squaring those broad shoulders back as if preparing to charge into battle before nodding decisively.

"Yeah...I am. I really am asking you out on a legit date."

His glowing azure gaze caught yours with an intensity leaving you suddenly breathless.

"Getting all awkward about it won't do either of us any good though, right? Let's just keep it chill like always and have an awesome time."

That trademark sunny grin stretching dimples into those stubble-chapped cheeks was enough to melt anyone's reservations as you found yourself quickly nodding back.

"Definitely, Zack. Count me in - but I expect you to bring your flirting A-game!"

And bring it he did - that charismatic son of a bitch.

From snagging you a stuffed moomba at the carnival shooting range then refusing to relinquish you from under his arm for the rest of the night.

To dramatically serenading you with a botched rendition of "Starlight, Starbright" under the moonlit beach gazebo while passing tipsy couples howled laughter.

Everything felt so achingly, dizzyingly right.

Like this was the inevitable conclusion your lives together were always building toward...however unintentionally.

No more excruciating uncertainty or unrequited longing to agonize over. Just sinking into the warm, radiant glow of Zack's megawatt joy showering over you without restraint.

He was still unapologetically himself, of course. Full of wisecracks and theatrical shenanigans which only strengthened his magnetic charm in your eyes.

Yet now he'd occasionally stumble over his words or allow that velvet baritone to dip into husky dulcet purrs specifically for your ears alone.

Or the way his fingers innocently grazed yours, fingertips sparking little zings of electricity jolting straight to your core while flashing those bedroom eyes assessing your reaction with ardent hunger behind half-mast lids...

All too soon, the carnival lights and jaunty calliope music faded into late-evening stillness encasing you both.

Scuffing boots through sleepy lamp-lit lanes back toward home feeling weightless and intoxicated simply from his nearness.

Drunk on that inexhaustible charisma surrounding you in Zack's personal aura like wafting summer bonfire warmth.

Occasionally lapsing into hushed stretches you leaned in savoring the tactile crackle between close-orbit bodies before erupting into fresh peals of laughter over some locker-room wisecrack.

Until sneaking hesitant sidelong glances revealed his features backlit golden in flickering streetlamp radiance...expression stilled into a look you didn't recognize yet always dreamed of receiving from Zack.

Pure unguarded open adoration emanating in his gaze like you were the only thing in existence worthy of such singular focus.

Your footfalls stopped on instinct, swallowing thickly as those eyes roamed across your face in hungry, aching sweeps you felt tingling upon your skin like physical caresses.

Until Zack closed the short gap separating you in an achingly gradual drift - telegraphing his intent with everything but his voice.

Calloused fingertips glided across your jaw up to cradle your cheekbone with searing gentleness utterly at odds with his rugged stature.

Zack's bottom lip trembled for just a fraction of an instant before your name exhaled from between them in a ravished whisper devoid of the usual bravado.

All you could do was nod mutely and reciprocate the blazing tenderness reflected back at him.

Until those vivid mako irises fluttered shut in blissful surrender...

And you tilted up on tiptoe to lay the whisper-soft pressure of your lips in a gossamer brush across the corner of his own chiseled, perfect mouth.

Just enough for Zack's entire musculature to go rigid as scorching fire flooded his chiseled features - every single one of those battle-hardened sinews vibrating on the verge of deliciously shattering apart at your featherlight touch.

A barely audible whimper sighed out from the deepest caverns of his broad chest before stormy cobalt eyes flew wide in helpless stupefaction.

You drank in every minute tremor and nuance rupturing across Zack's statuesque handsomeness for endless suspended heartbeats...committing the details to permanent memory.

Until finally smiling wider than you ever had in recollection while he just gaped at you in stunned bliss unable to formulate words.

Reality no longer mattered in that divine slice of infinity cradled between you.

Only the dawning awareness of irrevocable, undeniable intimacy blazed in those locked pools of swirling cerulean endlessly dazzling.

[callsign-mimic]

Not gonna lie, it had been a loooong time since I've written any fanfics of any kind. Needless to say, I am beyond rusty lol.

Anyway, here's a fluff fic with Price and Reader.

Threads of Moonlight

Tags: price x reader, GN!Reader, established relationship, pure fluff

Song: Moonlight Serenade - Diana Patton

Inspired by my own spouse lamenting their hair starting to go grey.

It was no surprise to anyone that Captain John Price was under constant stress. As a captain of a specialized task force, he has a lot of weight on his shoulders. You did your best to help him relax, but there was only so much you could do for a man who was actively trying to keep the world from falling apart.

You were currently sitting on the bed, watching him run his fingers through his hair as he stares into the wall mirror with a furrowed brow. He sighs, stressed and exhausted, and joins you on the bed. You wrap your arms around him, planting a soft kiss on his jaw.

"What's on your mind, love?" You ask, enjoying the feeling of him melting into your embrace.

"I'm not even 40 yet and already starting to go grey." He mumbles, his stress showing clearly in his voice. You pull him down until he's laying his head in your lap and start running your fingers through his hair. You can see the strands of silver peeking out through his natural dark brown and chuckle quietly.

"I think it looks good on you, John." You say, your voice soft and soothing. He scoffs at your comment as he continues to pout in your lap and enjoy the feeling of your fingers in his hair. "I'm serious, John. It looks like you have threads of moonlight interwoven into the warm earth of your natural color. It's gorgeous."

John looks up at you, surprised by your poetic compliment. You look down into his eyes adoring and smile. "It's pretty fitting, too." You continue, running your fingers along the curve of his jaw. "Because your eyes are like starlight. Especially when you smile or laugh. I can see the universe in you, love. And you're only getting better with age."

He sits up suddenly and wraps you tightly in his arms, covering your face in kisses until you're giggling and squealing in delight.

It's no surprise to anyone that Captain John Price is under a lot of stress. But, at least with you in his arms, he gets sweet relief and all of the love he deserves.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Diggers // Dating Headcanons

Note// I gotta write this since i successfully managed to bring him home;;; 🥺

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Diggers is canonly a hippie. He is based on them, his voice lines often tell how peace is better than war- I don't have the mind to interpret him with many kinds of hippies stereotypes because I'm still skeptical about some things that I don't even know better- 🤔🫠

There may even be misunderstandings because it actually really happened to the hippies from the 60s sometimes -

Diggers cherishes the times he gets to talk with you, always looking forward to seeing every day and getting to know you...

He is even eager to share his passions while he learns to understand yours as well. He has always been accepting and non-judgmental, ever since you first met. No matter the flaws.

It's probably how he treats everyone because of his moral standards- but it's also more than that... because it's you.

He definitely senses something different about you the moment your fingers touched..

You're his muse, "the sunlight from the mornings, the starlight of the night.... his whole universe." Yes, he said that to you once once--- 😭🫠🥺

But well, he loves showing some of his works of art - well, only the ones he managed to keep. He most likely does graffiti and flower power aesthetics.

Imagine there is a time you two painted a mark of your initials inside a heart with a paint spray on the same bench you both sat in where you first met each other--- it would be fate for sure smh;;;;

Hangouts usually would be staying with him at the back of his van with the doors open, so the windy day can go through. You sometimes lay down on the carpet he places down. You would hear him play his guitar as he sits across from you, serenading you with his slow, soothing tunes.

The sight of the grassfield's landscape can be seen from the van's back seat, along with the small silhouette of London from afar. Once Diggers stops playing, he tends to place his hand on your head and give it headpats... slowly massaging your scalp after as you try to stay awake.

He loves pampering you in his own way, letting you rest with him during lazy days.

He is a sweet, laid-back lover... He trusts you enough that his jealousy levels are low to none just by simply thinking of the many things that can make you feel safe and happy with him- having himself being part of your life is already an honor to him.

But of course, I can imagine he would be like a kicked puppy whenever you ignore him for too long... like not seeing for 3 days can already make him feel droopy;;;

You'll do a lot of outdoor activities with Diggers when dating him-- he would always say things like like "be one with the forest" or "connect with mother nature" while making you these pretty flower crowns to adorn them on your head,,,

Camping in a forest is one of the common things you two do, Diggers knowing lots of things about how to survive in the wild while only having his van as a refuge.

Don't underestimate for his slender figure!!! He can even name you many kinds of herbs, flowers, and berries. Even point out the ones that are venomous or poisonous. He can't do math or this deep insight science, but at least he is knowledgeable in certain fields.

This is just me, but I love a Diggers giving his s/o the passenger princess treatment. No more questions/ih

He talks to you in a very honeyed and flowery voice, you don't even know if he's ever angry at you even while being this upset---(to be true, he never brings himself to be angry at you-- it wouldn't be cool) With how he calls you "Honey", "Baby ", "Love", and so much more, you'll probably need a sleeping bag because man, his voice;;;

He is very affectionate - maybe a bit touchy even. Lots of hugs, kisses, hands on the small of your back, waist, or hip - he always has this tendency of keeping a hand on you when you're around.

If you give him the consent(because consent is beautiful✨️), he doesn't feel embarrassed when pulling you to his lap or holding you so close from behind around anyone.

His holds are meant to be pure and innocent. Having your bodies touch helps him charge his batteries from any stress he ever has to experience in a fast-faced world you both are living in.;;😔

He always likes to carefully plant soft kisses on your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, hands, and shoulder,,, (neck if he really wants to make out with you;;; 👉👈 *gets bonked for not being normal *) Lots of smooching when he finds the lovely opportunity.

He is 100% honest with you, never lies at all. Even would tell you his honest opinions in a sincere, half-hearted manner. Otherwise, it would be against his principles of a peace and love relationship. He wants to love you unconditionally no matter the future struggles that may happen between you two. Always avoiding toxicity and any form of hate towards you.

He loves taking care of his body, eating natural and non-processed food as possible, and going on vegetarian diets. He wants to share his little routines with you, if you want to, of course,,, it is pretty much a way he shows that he enjoys living life with you and taking care of you if you allow him to once in a while. It's like a sign of building trust for him. 🥺

It's so cute when he wants to try and persuade you to try these vivid color clothes with lots of patterns on it, even having these flower matching Keychains.;;

No matter the path you want to go to, he'll always support you and your choices,,, he'll encourage you to do anything your heart desires to achieve, as long as you're true to yourself. 🥺✨️

Overall! He is such a walking green flag. What else can I say to support that? You probably might have more ideas, and the floor is always open for them, my friends 😌✨️💅

[brokebonewritings]

Goodnight Starlight

Marc Spector x Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, Smut, Fluff

Summary: You spy on Marc putting your little one to sleep for the night. Both of you get a little carried away when you get back to your own bedroom. Set a few years after the events of When the World Caves In.

Word Count: 1.5K

Navigation || When the World Caves In

Creeping up the stairs, you hear a soft voice humming from the nursery. Knowing it’s your husband performing his usual routine for your newest addition to the family. 

You kneel by the door to listen to Marc serenade your little girl. While you were pregnant he would sing to her long before he knew she could hear. His voice was soothing, not just to her but you too. You loved when Marc sang. It was a hidden soft talent behind all that rough exterior.

Closing your eyes, Marc began to sing his favorite Lullaby. Of course it wasn’t truly a lullaby but that didn't stop him from singing it as one. Blackbird by The Beatles. It was lovely and he would mix it with Yesterday. A very beautiful rendition of the song. 

However it made you feel like you heard him sing it to you before. Though he swears he hasn’t. You met him a few years prior in a coffee shop. Everything had just felt so easy with him, with all of them.

His steel face melted after your first date. Even when you moved to London with him a year later, and met Steven and Jake shortly after. He always brightened when he saw you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when he began to speak normally

“Can I tell you a secret, my love?” He whispers.

You looked up expecting to see him looking at you, but he was in the rocking chair talking to your baby.

“I got to fall in love with your mama over again, and you know what?” He pauses to kiss her head. “I wouldn’t change that for anything else.” 

Tears pricking your eyes, you stand up and slowly open the door. He looks up from the little girl in his arms and smiles softly.

“There’s my sunlight.” It was Steven’s voice. You giggled and you moved closer. Hands resting in a crossed position. 

“And there’s my moon and starlight.” You step over to check your sleeping girl. “Looks like she has counted her constellations.”

“Yeah, though I wish I was able to count them with her.” He said before standing.

You smile at him reassuringly. "You'll have plenty of time to do that, Marc. She's still so young."

He nods, but you can see the sadness in his eyes. You know he's been struggling with adjusting to fatherhood, even though he loves his daughter more than anything in the world.

"I just want to be the best dad I can be," he says quietly.

"You already are," you reply, placing a hand on his arm. "You're amazing with her."

He leans down to kiss your forehead, and you feel a rush of love for this man who has always been there for you, even through the toughest times.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," you say, wrapping your arms around him.

You stay like that for a few moments, holding each other close

Suddenly, you feel Marc's hand slip down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His lips find yours, and you melt into the kiss.

You both forget about the baby in his arms, and the world around you fades away. This was your moment, your time to reconnect and solidify your love for one another.

Breaking the kiss, Marc whispers in your ear, "Let's put the baby down and continue this in our bedroom."

A shiver runs down your spine, and you nod in agreement. You both carefully place the baby in her crib, making sure she's comfortable before tiptoeing out of the room, hand in hand.

Once you're in your bedroom, Marc pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. You feel his hands roaming your body, and you can't help but moan softly.

You and Marc undress each other, your bodies pressing together as you explore each other's skin. His hands find their way to your breasts, squeezing them gently as he kisses down your neck.

You let out a gasp as he takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before moving to the other breast. Your hands tangle in his hair, holding him close as you feel yourself growing wet with desire.

Marc's hand travels down to your pussy, stroking your clit as he kisses his way down your abdomen. You moan his name as he licks your wetness, his tongue flicking over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.

You pull him up to you, hungrily kissing him as you feel his cock pressing against your entrance. He enters you slowly, savoring the feeling of your tightness around him.

You both move together, your bodies perfectly in sync as you reach a euphoric high. With a final thrust, you're both tumbling over the edge, coming together as one.

Being together is what first brought you here, and as you look into Marc’s eyes, you're certain it'll be what keeps you together for the rest of your lives. Marc collapses on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you try to catch your breath.

You lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat slow and fall back into a normal rhythm. 

You get up to go to the bathroom, but Marc grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the bed. Turning your head back, you see his facial features had softened. Steven. Hands travel over your body, running down your sides before stopping at your hips. You feel him hardening again, thrusting against your ass.

“Why don’t you just stay right there, love.” Steven whispers in your ear.

Laying back on the bed, Steven still behind you. He slides into you again, your body rocking against him as he thrusts in and out of you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as he kisses the back of your neck. He whispers in your ear, telling you how gorgeous you are.

If he could, he'd stay inside of you forever, loving you every single day. You find yourself saying the same thing. How much you love him. How there is nowhere else you would rather be.

You feel your orgasm building, and you know you are close to finally achieving your peak. Steven kisses your shoulder before biting it. That sends you over the edge, and you both moan together . 

"Anyone else?" You say jokingly. Hearing a small breathy chuckle escape the man behind you, you turn your head. Just before you could fully turn your head, his hand slid up to grab your chin. 

"Corazon, you know I am a patient man." Jake growls against your ear.

Squealing as he flips the both of you, Jake peppers your face with hungry kisses. Spreading your legs to take in his gorgeous cock. You feel him enter you again, and you moan into his mouth. Slow, deep thrusts, filling you up and making you moan as you feel yourself tighten around him.

His cock throbs as he watches your body react to his movements. He lifts you into a sitting position, wrapping your legs around his waist before picking up his pace. Slamming his mouth into yours before pulling up to look you in the eyes.

“Te amo,” he whispers before kissing you again. "Siempre te amo."

"I, I love you too." you moan, "I love you all so much."

Jake’s thrusts are becoming harder, faster as you feel your body begin to shake. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you pull him into a kiss. Your mouths open and wet, sloppy and hungry for each other. You both moan as you come together, and you collapse on the bed. As he comes down from his high, Jake pulls out of you, curling into your side.

His arms wrap around you and bring you in close. You are in love with the three men, and you couldn’t feel more complete. Couldn’t feel more whole.

"I forgot how much stamina you all had." You giggled. He smiles against your hair.

"Amore, you have no idea." Jake responds. Kissing your cheek as you snuggle together. 

In all honesty, you could have stayed like that all night. However there was just one little thing you had forgotten about. 

A cry interrupts your thoughts. The baby. A little piece of the both of you. Your husband begins to get up, but you were quicker than that. Pushing his chest, he smiles as you lean down to kiss him one final time.

"I got her. You stay and rest, my moon."

"Sunshine, those are the sexiest words you have ever said." Marc's voice responds

You smile, climb off the bed and throw your satin robe on. This life you had with Marc was easy, and you couldn't be more grateful. Turning back one last time, your eyes linger on his chest rising and falling. He was alive. Not part of your imagination. 

You, your Moon, and your Starlight. All Alive.

[naughtybg3confessions]

I want to serenade Astarion, bard style. I want to sing the cheesiest love lines, heart eyes, smiling like an idiot, while he watches from a balcony. Then, I want Karlach to grab me and launch me at said balcony so I can make out with my starlight and give him the best head. Babygirl PLEASE let me spoil you WITH THE POWAH OF LOVE ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)