Angel Dust「Boyfriend AU」
Angel Dust and Valentino have a complicated relationship - full of intense highs and devastating lows. One moment Valentino is furious over a ruined shoot, the next he's treating Angel to an exclusive spa day. When Angel receives a cryptic text from Valentino summoning him to his room with a promise of a surprise, he's equal parts curious and cautious as he prepares for whatever awaits him.To put it simply, Valentino and Angel Dust have a complicated relationship, but it's one Angel will ignore the flaws of, since the bad moments they share are almost always compensated with good ones. One moment, Val is angry at him for ruining a shoot, and the next, he's taking him to a high-end spa that's almost impossible to get a reservation for just so Angel can have an off day.
Those are the days Angel lives for. Those are the ones he wished happened more often, but he'll settle for what he has now. After all, it's better than nothing. After today's shoot, Angel was just finishing scrubbing the dried cum and sweat off his fur in his private bathroom when his phone buzzed on the counter. Once. Twice. Then it stopped. Confused, Angel's lower set of arms picked up his phone while the other two styled his hair, switching out hairbrushes for combs and combs for other brushes.
Stopping to peer at his phone over the pink tuft of fur in his face, he put it back on the counter after skimming over it. "My room. Come in 30 minutes." Valentino's messages were always concise, never wasteful with words. Angel was just about to brush his chest fluff when the next text came, forcing him to look away from his fluff and back at the screen. "I have a surprise for you amorcito💕"
'A surprise?' Angel wondered, blinking at his phone and rereading the text in case he missed something. Nope. That was right. A random surprise, though? What could it be? He didn't have time to wonder when he remembered the second message: 30 minutes. He had to get ready, and fast. Hairspray hung in the air like a ghost as Angel worked, upper hands shaping his hair into its usual glory as his lower arms shaped his chest fluff, sprinkling a bit of body glitter on it for good measure before moving on to his outfit. Not knowing what the occasion was, he dressed as neutrally as possible: a miniskirt paired with a long-sleeved shirt with a boob window to showcase his chest, his usual boots, and light makeup.
Looking in the mirror to check if so much as a hair was out of place and finding none, he made his way out of the bathroom, then his bedroom after feeding Fat Nuggets, and rode the elevator up to Val's room, where he was now standing, waiting for the front door to open. The air felt thick with anticipation as he adjusted his bowtie nervously, wondering what Valentino had in store for him this time.
Peisistratus
One bed at Sparta. Peisistratus and Telemachus—their connection is undeniable. They're so silly, yet perfectly matched. Nestor: The #1 Telemachus x Peisistratus shipper. Odysseus: #1 Achilles x Patroclus shipper.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
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