ABOUT. in which, rayne kisses his lady just like the tarantulas that bite. romance and spiders. wc of 500+
NOTES. first piece of D!ED, D3AD, G0NE. how we feeling?!?! keeping it short and simple for the first week before i progressively get into spookiness.
tarantulas were never something rayne ames could quite grasp of your affection. he could never understand why you cherished the insect with eight legs so much. it would be a sinful letter written to the angels in heaven if he said he knew your obsession with them.
honey hues watched as you hung your hands in the air, allowing the insect of the first levels of the fear hell to crawl all over your pretty fingers. your gaze buried deep at the hellish creature on your hands as it walks all over your arms.
until now the man felt utterly disturbed by your love for such morbid creatures of the night. he could feel as if there were hundreds of those tarantulas that you held— all slowly and slowly crawling down the back of his spine the more he watched. it gave him such an unexplainable chill.
but he finds it thrilling. finds it interesting how you never falter in your movements or even feel a speck of fear creeping onto the surface of your skin as you look after a more noble spider in the hierarchy.
“keep the spider,” ordered rayne softly as you unlocked your gaze from the spider and glanced up at your boyfriend. “why?”
“because i want to kiss you."
“and bite my lip like tarantulas?”
“and bite your lip like tarantulas,” he repeats your words, his eyes telling you to set the spider back to its little enclosure as he kept gazing from the container and back to you.
you obeyed his words without resistance, putting your hairy, eight-legged son back into his little cage as you gently set the enclosure back to where it originally was.
“come here, tarantula girl,” rayne's hands found their way slithering around your waist like a snake as he pulled you close with the webs of a spider— not wanting to let you out of his grasp.
soon enough, his soft lips are gently pressed against yours in such a soft manner that it makes you weak in your knees. such a sweet kiss, a contrast between both your personas lies in the way he kisses you like you were a precious porcelain doll.
one of his hands moved to cup your cheek and you felt his thumbs softly caressing your cheek and drawing whatever he could think of onto your skin as he continued to kiss you until your soul begs for another chance to breathe.
rayne's lips dragged down from your lips to the corner, before they were trailing kisses all along your jawline. making sure he keeps his kisses just like the little feet touches of a spider's legs, he performs each peck with precision and perfection.
it drives you utterly insane with the way his lips press against your jawline before it drags down even further to touch your neck. they're all so similar to the touches of a tarantula crawling on you. except rayne's touch is so much better than a mere tarantula's.
rayne's kisses were enough to make you forget about the morbid creature who crawls at the grounds of a hellish nature.
either way, that was rayne's motive from the start— to plant enchanting kisses onto your skin and consume your obsession for tarantulas.
Charlie left some freshly baked bread earlier at the front door, want to eat them with me?
@aikkyuu 🤍
...You went t-...
Yes. I do. I want to spend every minute, every second, of the rest of today with you. We can get honey milk tea to go with it.
I mean to make every day feel like today in your heart. Although, it would probably get redundant with so much bread so, we can leave it out and try something new this time.
→ prince¡touya of the todoroki royal family not only has his crown stolen by a notorious thief, but also his heart! will he find the beautiful thief and get back his crown and heart?
𝐄𝐓𝐂. female reader. mentions of minor metaphorical gore, dark romance, profanity, touya is cruel ( as inspired by cardan greenbriar from the cruel prince ) wc of 2000+
it is the dead of night where the world sleeps and the creatures of the night emerge from the soils of the ground to wander around the ends of the earth in sickening silence.
touya todoroki, the royal prince and heir to the kingdom, sleeps soundly. his white eyelashes brushing against his cheeks as his lips parted ever so slightly to let out soft exhales of comfort along with the rhythm of his chest rising and falling with each breath.
the prince was unaware of a cloaked figure that had so quietly sneaked into his room through the windows as if they were one of the wandering souls of the night. as light as a bird’s feather, yet as deadly as a snake’s poison.
what a truly remarkable person this was, to break into the castle grounds and slip into the prince’s room like the moonlit veil that filled his room and wrapped itself around touya’s sleeping figure.
you ran your fingers through the items that felt so foreign to your skin. all these riches and golds only a member of the royal family could afford. each element and belonging even as small as a ring, could grant you a small land in the village outskirts.
your eyes travelled to the sleeping prince, taking in his beauty that rested so peacefully while your fingers kept wrapping itself around touya's belongings to keep them into your bag.
the moment the prince awakens and his eyes open to take in the veil of the night, your neck would have been sliced from your spine immediately.
even in the dead of night, no deadly creature would wander into hell where they know they wouldn’t survive. it is that of the animal instinct, to never enter the gates of hell. well, most creatures, except you. your dedication and foolishness gets you anywhere but heaven.
now, you stand in the midst of the line that determines your fate between life and death. life equivalent to your success in disappearing in a phantom silence as you have appeared as light as a feather. death equivalent to your failure in leaving the comfort of the prince which you know will behead you with his own sword.
it had always been like that. the eldest son of the todoroki royal family has a heart full of cruelty not even the deadliest poison could counter. the grass beneath his boots wilts in a metaphorical way that carries his soul so dark it sucks in anyone else’s light.
all this and you still chose to rob his room as if it was nothing but a mere friendly game of chugging a barrel of beer with a lumberjack twice your size.
your heart races with the anticipation that comes this very night when your fingers wrapped itself around the one thing that determines royalty. the diamonds and gold all around it felt more than just a mere success of surviving touya’s room tonight.
the crown then sits above your head as the rubies glimmer in the reflection of the mirror. such a heavy piece that feels so alien in your head, weighing heaviest in terms of mass and story over the other items which you have stolen over the past few years.
to think that a thief would be wearing a prince’s crown and looking at herself in the reflection. you saw nothing but the reflection of a lowlife girl who was raised by bandits in the back alleys, wearing a royal piece that stands tall.
a smirk slowly carved itself over your lips, invisible blood flowing along the cuts of the imaginary blade across your lips.
touya remained asleep, oblivious to your soundless footsteps that carried you to stand beside his bed, looking down at him with his crown above your head.
“you don’t look so cruel when you’re asleep, your highness…” you softly said, eyes locked onto his messy white hair that fell over his eyes.
a few seconds passed. ten was it? twenty maybe. you don’t know. it was weird to you, that you’re still here watching over the heir to the throne slumber his night away.
perhaps you are the odd one tonight.
“you’re wearing my crown, woman,” his deep raspy voice heavy from sleep broke you out of your trance as you immediately stepped back, but touya grabbed your wrist and reached for his belonging on your head.
you cursed under your breath before quickly leaning down to press your lips against his soft ones, freezing him in the process of distracting as his crown slightly stumbled on your head.
this was your cue to run. your feet finally move, free from the shackles as you break free with the crown being shoved into your bag.
touya regained his senses and threw his velvet blankets away, seeing you paused at the railing of the balcony. you glanced at him before smirking.
“see you around, your highness.”
before the young prince could call for you to stop in your ministrations. you have already jumped down over the edge of the railing— down into nothingness.
his ocean eyes looked over the gardens that were painted below his room. seeing how your figure disappeared so quickly, he knew you were no amateur. his fingers touched against his lips where you have pressed your lips against it.
the softness of your lips meeting his has his heart pounding against his ribcage so much that it was strange he’s feeling this way about a thief.
touya will have to find you and cut your pretty lips off himself.
cruel prince touya todoroki laid in his bed, hair tousled and unkempt against the silk sheets of his pillow. he stares up the ceiling, lost in a sea of thoughts that drowns him completely while his hand absentmindedly throws a dagger up into the air and catches it as it falls back.
he has done enough for today. by all means, touya has tortured enough souls for the day and he now rests his skin from spilling tears and devastation. the only thing touya will not spill is blood, even though his mind fantasizes the idea of all the blades that he owns being pierced through the skin of a human being.
quite twisted really, the heir to the throne has such a mind that twists in a way that no other souls on this earth could comprehend. was it selfishness that he harbours in the name of the crown? or was it the power and the victory that he basked in?
maybe it was the tears that he drinked and the pain that he consumed from the people he had granted cruelty to.
whatever it may be, everyone feared him. well… everyone but a certain beautiful thief that robbed his royal insignia off his head.
touya clutched the hilt of the dagger before throwing the little weapon so that it gnawed into the body of a fly and hit the wall with a thud.
“stupid fucking thief,” he loathed as he sat up, running his fingers through his soft and messy snow-white hair as his mind kept wandering to the way your eyes glanced at him under the moonlit night before you jumped down the balcony.
the way your lips pressed against his in such a way that it has him insanely addicted to the brief moment where he demands a repeated replay over and over again where he imagines hundreds of different ways to kill you or pull you down towards him.
the blade he held was long forgotten, as he stepped on his feet and wore his night shoes, going to the balcony to inhale the fresh air of the night.
once more, touya allowed his mind to wander into oblivion. his gaze travels to every corner of the kingdom, from the rich pavements of the palace to the sandy trails in the forests far away.
all these simple things yet touya chooses to ignore them until this very night where they seemed oddly interesting to him.
what is the point of even paying attention to the smallest of details when he could just turn a blind eye and bask in the glory he was given ever since he breathed his first breath into this wretched world?
he reeked of royalty, his stolen crown a literal testament to that the moment it was placed on his head when he was a baby. he gripped the balcony railing at the thought of his stolen crown.
touya was going to search every corner of this boring kingdom until he found you. and he starts with the alley of bandits.
to have a blade so accurate it missed by merely a few centimetres away from your ears has your heart freezing at that very moment. your soul ceases to function for a brief second and your brain twitches at the feeling of blood inviting itself down your cheeks.
you glanced to the back, fingers moved to the blade strapped on your thighs as you looked at the only soul capable of committing such an act and having the power to get away with it.
“your highness,” you said under your breath while he approached you, causing your fingers to fully wrap around the hilt of your dagger now.
“pretty thief,” touya’s voice stoically said as his heavy footsteps pushed into the rocky roads of this bandit alley where your entire origin begins.
he looked so out of place, all regal and mighty in this dark area. his white hair, white lashes, and his soft pearly white skin does not compare to the calloused, rough, and dirty streets.
well, he definitely doesn’t care if his blade cuts through the skin of a dirty thief. he has millions of other daggers to aim at people anyways.
you are his first experiment. he spilled your blood from your cheeks that is worthy of being caressed by soft and loving hands.
“return to me what you have stolen.”
he tells you, no— demands you. and all you did was tilted your head, the smirk of that night making yet another appearance. “or what?”
“i’ll cut your pretty skin off,” the prince returns your smirk, his new dagger dancing off his smooth fingers. “then maybe i’ll dip my crown with your blood once i get it back. you know… for my prize.”
“you’re sick...” you stated, an obvious observation that comes from years of watching the royal family from the shadows. yet touya todoroki seems to enjoy reveling in the sea of poison which your voice holds.
his fingers reached out without fear as the tip ran through your cheeks. then, his thumb wipes the blood that lightly flows down your cheek. the movements were so slow that it tantalised you in a way that made your fingers falter around the hilt of your blade.
whatever touya’s touch possesses, it is not healthy for you— for his fingers were so soft and lovely it was as if his touch is the one that is meant for you.
“you don’t know anything about being sick, pretty girl,” he coos, voice low and in a wind of whispers.
you hate yourself for finding his voice sweet in the midst of your unseen death sentence. it soothes you in whatever way you should not find soothing. like honey that flows down the tip of touya’s tongue, it finds its new home to seep into your own tongue.
the blade he held in his free hand then presses lightly against your throat, kissing your skin with cold metal just as he imagined kissing your lips with his cold lips.
“give me back my fucking crown.”
a gulp of fear mixed in with the ecstasy of excitement danced in your throat against the blade of the dagger before you exhaled.
“you should see me in a crown, prince touya.”
quickly, the crown you retrieved from the darkness like a magician with mere poker cards. touya’s turquoise eyes glimmers at the sight of his royal jewelry, eyes darting between you and the crown.
and slowly, you placed the greatest treasure of the prince above your head as it sits above on the soft weight of your hair. your own eyes twinkling with the concept of victory already plastered in your mind.
touya todoroki realises something as he gazes upon the sight of you in his crown. he realises that there’s another soul in this kingdom who fits a fancy crown made of the richest materials in the world. the realisation punctured his mind in a way that it twists into a grin in his face.
a grin so heavy with amusement yet it is laced with growing cruelty that poisons your insides with his smile and gaze alone.
🧸 ; A teddybear is placed on Xavier's doorstep, with a note reading: "don't take this the wrong way !!! it's just !!! um, since you're always very nice to me... people show appreciation on valentine's day, right...? so, um, happy valentine's! ><r"
— @mikiquette ᰔ
Xavier took the plushie. He knew that handwriting anywhere. Sometimes he thought he saw it in his dreams, but he could never make out what it said.
This time his insides twisted inside while he could finally hold it in his hands. Everything in his chest ached and tugged and for a minute he wondered that his heart would overstretch his rib cage.
All he could do was worldessly stand and stare with uncontrollable smile. But it quickly fell.
People showed appreciation on Azure Echo's Day.
Who else was she leaving these echos of appreciation to?
Who else received her handwriting to hold?
Who was it on her mind the most enough to move her heart?
He didn't savor the thought for long. He saw it on her Moments posts later exactly who she was spending her time with that day.
His heart felt like it would escape his rib cage. All he could do it hold the teddy bear to his chest and remember the echo in his soul where it was someone else, a long, long time ago, in a boat under the stars.
🧸 *presents a bunny plushie with accompanying fluffy star and moon plushies. The bunny also has a little lavender coloured ribbon*
@ourlittleuluru
Xavier took the plushies into his arms and smiled, admiring their detailed and cute expressions before putting one down to grab her hand.
"We made a lot of friends for Azure Echo Day. It's a good audience. Should we do a romantic waltz for them? There are some things my heart wants to tell you. It's easier when you can feel it at the same time, isn't it?"
"Thank you, for everything...For being in my life. I love you, Chu. I have and I will. Every version of me is yours."
Xavier is so sweet for being his own inspiration, like look how memorable he is😍🥰
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"You won't be able to read my mind just by touching my hair."
"Really?" *messes up hair* "Mhmmm....hot pot...spicy beef...or maybe XL barbecue platter....egg tarts...vintage comic (JJK😭)...Oh a Wanderer!...sleep...so sleepy, so very sleepy..."
-🌺
Ok *He snickers* Very cute.
That's still not reading my mind. You just know me so well now. Let's see what's in yours....
Kitty cards... Me... Sweets...Plushies... Sex... Work, work, and more work.... Studying –Kidding, that wouldn't be in there would it?.... Plotting your next prank against me...
