Excerpt (a little taste of my style)
The night was dreary. A pitch black veil thrown on the sky as dark clouds fighting against the stars and the Moon to secure the murk for the shadows moving through the forest. If the Moon had lost the battle a long time ago, the King’s Castle made a serious competitor. The lights, the sound of the music and the pleasant conversation opposed happiness and joy to the meandering drear.
The shadows crawled toward the castle, like moths to a flame.
Except that… those moths had claws and fangs and they wanted to suck the life out of the flame…
The shadows crawled toward the castle, merging with the King’s guests. Contrary to the shadows, they were wearing pastel and luminous clothes, the most marvelous clothes one could dream to see. Clothes sewn with silk, silver and golden thread, pearls and jewels covering the rich fabric. And their hairdressing! So beautiful, all made of curls and more precious beads.
The shadows crawled toward the castle, the light of the Castle brushing them and revealing a big horse walking in front of dozens of others tinnier but all carrying heavy baskets. Next to the big horse, there was a big man. And yet, he seemed so small compared to the horse. As well as the other guests, he wore rich clothes but when they had Sun and light for clothes, the tar of the World rained on him… He looked like an undertaker with his black pants, high boots covering his calves, a dark jacket and the tailcoat keeping him from the coldness of the night. The sole bit of color, the real flame leading those moths, was his hair. Long hair held out on the nape with an ink ribbon. And, now, the orangish and white fox mask he was lowering on his face, on the big scar crossing his visage…
And he let his feral smile disappear with the darkness as he approached the big gates of the King’s Castle…
Excerpt from 'Rooster's Crow' a Masquerade Miklenholst story (Fire Emblem Three House)
CW: Blood Omegaverse
“Do. Not. Touch. Me!” hissed the voice.
Zhongli was taken aback in front of the rage of Childe. He did expect him to be upset at him, perhaps to avoid him, but this rage… His instincts–unless it was his dreams?–wondered if it was because Childe was reaching to his heat? Perhaps he was just this angry against him…
Zhongli couldn’t help a little sniff. Just an innocent little sniff. It was hard to smell Childe, in truth, because he was covered by the stench of blood usually. As much as the smile on his face usually hidden the anger that could lash on the shore, like right now, the obnoxious smell of rotten and fresh blood intertwined on his clothes, skin and hair would force any Alpha to step back from him. How could he be a nice mama when his perfume announced he loved to waltz with Death?
But that just innocent little sniff through the maze of horror told Zhongli things he never believed he would ever smell in his whole life. The delicate prince-like scent of a royalty fallen into poverty transcribing in the grace and the smile; the soft smell of warmth scent, just like cookies, making him dream of this beauty cooking with their children, giving a discreet little bite of batter with a mischievous smile on the red lips.
He watched at the Ocean of freckles merging with little scarlet dot with a new desire. The need to mate with this Omega and protect him from this World that stole him… everything.
He leaned in.
Childe hiccupped.
Zhongli didn’t care for the golden droplets slithering along the blade digging in his throat. He wrapped the thin waist in his arms, pressed his head in the forest of chestnut hair capturing the old accents of the seashore.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, “I’m here for you if you want me.”
Zhongchi snippet (Genshin Impact)
Thanatos got up, his hair remaining his only clothes, and he walked toward him. The two-colored eyes looked away. Thanatos’ long fingers closed around the skeleton belt. Zagreus opened his lips to protest but he hadn’t got the opportunity that Thanatos’ arms embraced him and closed the belt in his lower back.
“I can’t blame you if you refuse to align yourself in your father’s believes. I suppose I can’t have an opinion on this end. Nevertheless… Olympus isn’t my place. I may lead you to the only Realm where I ultimately rule. But for what end? You can’t have the best of both Worlds.”
“It might be a way,” Zagreus protested.
Thanatos picked up the ornament made of three dog skulls Zagreus made when he was just a child. He looked at Zagreus, question simmering in his golden eyes.
“Yes, please,” Zagreus said.
He couldn’t hold back a shiver when the tanned fingers brushed his skin as Thanatos set and secured the ornament on his clothed shoulder.
“You can leave, Zag. I’m not the one who holds you back.”
“But?”
“But if you leave…” Thanatos gathered the jewels Zagreus adorned his body with. “…I don’t believe in a future for us. Nothing will bring us toward each other anymore.”
His hands caressed Zagreus’ muscles as he placed the bracelet on the forearm.
“But you let me leave.”
Excerpt from 'You'll be the Death of Me' a Thanzag story (HadesGame)
“You invaded every dream of mine… I never thought I could see you again. Reach you again. I thought you were a distant silhouette, a fantasy of my imagination.”
“I’m here,” Holst said under his breath. He tilted his head and dared to press their forehead together. “I’ll always be here if you allow it to me.”
“Having you in my life would be the most blessed and forbidden thing that could happen to me. I’m Votary of the Opera for it was my father’s last wish but I’m afraid I’m just a fallen soldier. I quitted the Army to take care of my brother and I’ve nothing to offer…”
“Is this… the reason why your lips…” Holst caressed the pale lips with his thumb although he would have damned himself to touch them with his own lips. “You must have suffered so much…”
His fingers journeyed on the blemish and thin limbs, encountering the scars he had choose not to see. Or perhaps he was only seeing them now because he knew? How could he have seen the phantom of those deadly skirmishes before? They were white stream on a porcelain frame.
“Food always lacked in those blood fields. I was their Commandant and I couldn’t come to the fact I was supposed to get more food than them because of my name and Grade. I love to imagine my father was the same…” Glenn closed his eyes. “I lost him in one of those bloody mass graves. I was by his side the day it happened… A few weeks after, we received a letter from mother. It was addressed to him but he wasn’t there anymore so was I allowed discovering those words? I’m glad I trespassed my rights: Mother announced the birth of a little baby we didn’t even know about the pregnancy. I managed to fulfill my last missions and came back to the Capital with bad news but hope I could, at least, take care of him. I devoted my life to take care of him,” Glenn said. “He has no one but me. Mother had children to please the expectation. She didn’t like my father and she didn’t like me or Felix. When I arrived, he was always with the nurse so I decided to be his brother, his father and his mother as well.”
Excerpt from ''The Monster of the Opera', focusing on the Glennst relationship (Fire Emblem Three House)
Zhongli got up and made the round of the desk, walking towards Ajax who immediately stepped backwards. Wait… that man was so tall and big?! The screen, the distance in the supermarket, never warned him of that. He lowered his hand to his thigh, slithering his fingers through the threadbare to grab the handle of his knife.
The back of his thighs bumped against a little desk, and he grabbed it with his free hand, feeling the gravitation being stronger than his will.
“I won’t hurt you, Tartaglia,” Zhongli said. He knelt in front of him. “I won’t even touch you until you’d let me do it… You ask me why I would leave the country if you ask me to do it? For the same reason I’d tear my heart in tatters if you asked me to do it: I love you. Ask me anything to prove you how much you matter to me, I’ll do it. Ask me anything, I’ll do it. Ask… and I’ll oblige you…”
Ajax’s heart skipped a beat.
What…
What did he said?
He loved him? Why breathing was so difficult suddenly?
His lips were dry…
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
Zhongli had to gather all his strengths to not get up too fast, not approach him too violently for he was so eager to kiss him…
He got up, circled him with his arms, but laid his hands on the desk, not touching him. He leaned over the red lips, and when he was about to touch them… Ajax moved the head on the side. Zhongli didn’t mind and pressed a kiss on his temple. Ajax shivered…
“I am not suited for a life with a romantic life…” Ajax whispered. “You know that?”
“I am not asking you to be suited for it, I am asking you to be yourself. Be yourself, and we’ll work through it together.”
Ajax moved his hand away from his knife. “What if…” Ajax wrapped his arm around Zhongli’s shoulders, still holding the desk with his other hand. “…we’re not meant to be?”
“How could we know if we don’t try?”
“But what if I suffer? What if I make you suffer?”
“I will always do my best to never make you suffer,” Zhongli swore. “I don’t want to hurt you, Tartaglia…”
Ajax went on tiptoe, their lips now so close. “I’m…terrified…”
The same words he dared to say to Kaeya a few days ago. He looked Zhongli right in his cor lapis eyes.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go at your rhythm.”
Ajax went a bit more on his tip toe. Zhongli was so big, so tall… He blessed having taken ballet lessons with Tonia when she wanted to try, so it wasn’t that hard to almost brush Zhongli’s lips, and hold the position. It was harder to fight his shivers…
“I never kissed anyone.”
“I’ll teach you,” Zhongli said with a light smile.
Ajax let out a giggle, nervous. Their lips brushed as he giggled. Zhongli’s lips seemed so soft.
“I…” He must hate him for searching so many excuses. But this was incredibly scaring for him. His first kiss. The first man he wanted to feel the arms around him, the lips on him. The first man, he… “I love you, GeoDaddy,” he beseechingly said.
‘Please, don’t let me run away; please, love me even when you’ll realize I’m just a brat; please, love me…’ those words entreated.
“I love you, Tartaglia. My Tartaglia,” he added with need, his fingers squeezing the table.
Ajax’s big blue eyes solicited his help.
Zhongli smiled, a light movement that made their lips brush again. “Well, I think it’d be twenty minutes now, so unless you can pay for forty…”
He slightly, very slightly, moved away, and Ajax couldn’t help a smile because of the tease, he closed his embrace around him, feeling a bit more at ease–in control–if he was the one requesting him to stay. And he broke the distance, the insolent millimetre, between their lips.
The first brush was like an electrical shock, and they had to pull away. One mere second! That was all their bodies could accept, all their lips could undergo before needing more of it.
Ajax fumbled on the desk as Zhongli kissed him back, kissing him fully, seeking for more while staying extremely gently. Ajax’s hand closed on the hand, so huge. He felt the thumb twitch against him, unconscious need of touching him, stretching the contact, and Ajax brought the hand on his slim waist, letting it wrap it. He felt even tinnier, even more fragile, and this was frightening… but those loving lips, this gentle and delicate touch… Ajax let go of the hand, daring to kiss back, to reproduce the love that had been poured within him. He wrapped his arm around the shoulders to unwrap the other one, and come fumbling after the other hand. The hand welcomed the touch by an eager twitch, and that tiny hand rewarded it by intertwining their fingers as it moved up. A caress, and the small hand let go of the other one, letting it brush the round face. The thumb brushed the chin, gently, tenderly, as the oxygen came to lack. Ajax pulled away, pressed a kiss on the thumb’s tip, then looked up at Zhongli. He couldn’t help a smiled as he felt the hand slither along his thin jawline, the cold metal of his ring grazing the soft skin, unshrouding a delicate freckle.
“I love you,” Zhongli said, rejoiced.
“I love you,” Ajax whispered back, in a soft tone, eased, full of the joys of spring.
He presented his lips to Zhongli, and the Dragon didn’t wait one more second to lap them with love and tenderness. He closed slightly his hand on the waist, dared to bring him closer, barely a millimetre or two. Ajax received the gesture full of love, consent, and respect, and he poured his trust into Zhongli, coming a bit closer, tightening his embrace around him, and stopping to think about the cold metal of the blade against his thigh for a few seconds. He let the embrace of the Dragon close around him. He let himself be the prey, taste if the predator only wanted to hunt him with his love, or if he would unveil fearsome fangs and claws.
The contact was only delicate, though, the grip loosen in such a way, Ajax didn’t even have to struggle to run away. Zhongli touched him, instead of trapping him in his grip. In fact… Ajax was the one embracing him so hard with his two arms, but he wasn’t the hunter… He was embracing him with woe, as if he was afraid he would vanish.
And that’s the moment the door opened.
Excerpt from 'Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai' a Zhongchi fic (Genshin Impact)
The first time they saw each other, it was that crippling day where Orpheus dared to turn and to look. And never saw her.
Of course not! Megaera was already walking in the shadow of Eurydice, ready to ravish them at the second he would turn away and, yes, Hades was sure of that. When he turned, Megaera closed her arms around Eurydice, and swallowed her in the Darkness and the depth of Hell, forever.
Of course, Hades chose the tastiest, cruelest perdition Eurydice would be thrown in.
Eurydice might get the prettiest house, way prettier than where she lived when she was on Greece, that didn’t remove the unbearable heat of Asphodel. Some days, she was sure her branches and leaves wilted…
Obviously, Eurydice had tried to run away, but she couldn’t. How would she able to do so? Megaera was her guardian and the torture the Fury inflicted her was too quickly turned into the torture of her absence when Eurydice finally started to come at peace with her sanction, not because she lost her will to fight but because staying next to Megaera seemed more agreeable.
Some days, Eurydice wanted to try to run away so she could see her again…
It had been so long since Megaera hadn’t heard the soft songs of Eurydice. Which only grow her hatred toward the Court Musician of her Lord. She’d say nothing, she still had affection for what Humans would call ‘life’, but how she hated him. Not only because he was the reminder of what was only memories for her but also because she knew he had what she will never have. Eurydice, in her prison, must think about him…
And Megaera was only thinking about the prisoner.
Eurydice had tried to run away so often and Megaera was always on her path. While, at first, Megaera was only seduced by Eurydice’s beauty and her divine voice, soon, their altercations finished in dialogues and the Nymph even dared to make food to her torturer and it changed everything…
Megaera wasn’t used to tenderness and kindness.
She would never guess she would love that.
And she loved it.
The more Megaera loved Eurydice’s quirks, the more the visits became distant from each other. And Megaera blamed her for being kind and tired of being tortured. How often Megaera had burnt her, shoving her to her prison no matter if lava was on their way or not.
Even if Eurydice thought about her, how would she, a heartless Fury, would deserve the love and the smile of someone like her?
How long time had passed?
They played mouse and cat without knowing it, Eurydice denying her affection because she was supposed to belong to someone else, Megaera denying her affection because it couldn’t be. But Eurydice started to learn Megaera’s favorite song, and then created some for her and always played it when she knew the Fury guarded her prison; Megaera came when it wasn’t useful, and she stayed more time that she needed. Worse than that, Megaera realized how much she loved her songs and had already hummed some melody while punishing someone…
How long time had passed before today?
The day where Megaera decided she could visit Eurydice, just to check she wasn’t preparing a runaway, of course!
And that day, there was no music.
When Megaera entered the house, it appeared so sad.
“Here you are,” Eurydice said with a weak smile.
“Why aren’t you playing?” Megaera asked, dismissing the sad expression on the soft face.
“I didn’t know it was part of my punishment.” She got up and grabbed her lyre. “Is it what you want?”
“Is it what you want?” Megaera asked. She turned towards the wall as if there was anything interesting there.
“No. I lost my Muse.”
“You are the Muse.”
Eurydice smirked and let go of the lyre. “Ironic, isn’t it?” She walked to her stove. “Do you want me to cook something for you?”
“Why don’t you play? You can play something old.”
Eurydice looked at her. “So, you want me to play. Now, this is different.”
“I didn’t say that. I know you won’t leave so I can leave.”
“If you want to but first…” Eurydice walked back to the table and grabbed again the lyre. “You wanted to hear some music, I believe.”
“You don’t have to. I…”
“Be honest with yourself for once,” Eurydice said. She looked at the strings as she moved them for a soft music. “And I’ll be honest too…”
“Honest?”
Megaera thought it couldn’t hurt her. Yes, she would probably be ashamed but she could leave and never come back. She wasn’t the trapped one. And she could ask Hades to send one of her sister there. Someone who wouldn’t fall in love…
At least, her chest would be free.
“I think you’re not as obnoxious I believed so. I… I like you.” Her cheeks turned purple and she rubbed them as if it could make vanish the colour.
Her wing twitched and Megaera stepped away. It was time to disappear and never come back.
But soft fingers closed around her wrist, slithering to her fingers only made to hurt. Yet, they gently closed around the fingers.
Megaera turned her face to Eurydice and saw her lips so close, asking for a promise they feared to never get. Asking for the sweetness of a kiss.
Could Megaera hold this kindness?
Megaera closed her eyes, lowered her face, and offered this kiss to the Nymph, her Muse…
"Sung with love" a Eurydice/Meg fic (Hades Games)
I also invite you to get a look to a few short stories of mine:
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A short Zhongchi 'A jewel in a slutty box'
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A bloody wedding for Zhongchi 'My Jolly Sailor Bold'
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A fluff without plot Zhongchi 'Narwhale of you'
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A study about Childe and his bond with Teucer 'Deadly Dimuendo'
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If you want to, you can also get a glimpse of my NSFW portfolio