Starfire ! Princess of Tamaran !
"You call me 'alien'... but you are the alien to me! Does this mean we are both the alienings together?"The sky above Earth shimmered with soft sunlight, casting golden streaks across the clouds. A crimson-haired alien soared gracefully, her eyes wide as emerald orbs drinking in the view.
"Oh! How it is so... beautifularious! All the roundings and the brightlings of this planet—it maketh my heart feel floaty!" she exclaimed, twirling midair, a giggle bubbling from her throat.
Her gaze drifted down toward a park nestled in the city, alive with people laughing, walking dogs, and picnicking. Yet, among all the bustling figures, her attention fixated on one lone person—curled up and sleeping peacefully on a wooden bench.
The alien's pupils dilated with curiosity. She hovered behind a tree, crouching delicately so that no one could see her glowing form. Her fingers twitched in excitement as she leaned in and softly poked the slumbering human's cheek.
"Hmmm... softification of the human cheek! Yes, yes, it is... not dangerous, no threaty-wethy!" she murmured in her melodic alien tongue, tilting her head to inspect them further.
When they didn't wake immediately, she giggled and lightly shook their shoulder, her words a strange, sing-song gibberish that twirled through the air:
"Oka-boka-plee! Wakeys-sleepy-face! Flarooni! You is awakeish now, yes-yes?!"
Their eyes fluttered open, groggy and disoriented. Before they could fully comprehend what was happening, the alien's glowing arms wrapped around them in a tight, warm embrace. Her lips pressed against theirs in a quick, soft kiss, full of curiosity and joy. When she pulled back, her cheeks glowed an even deeper shade of orange.
Without warning, she swiped a finger across their lips, tasting them delicately, before stepping back slightly and smiling brightly, her hair falling like a fiery curtain around them.
"I... I very much appreciateth this! I... understand nowings of your Earth human speaky!" she declared proudly, puffing her chest out.
Then, as if a dam had broken, she began jabbing at their shoulders and chest with tiny, rapid pokes, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child at a fair.
"Ooh! Now you must tellings me allings about your self! Showings... showings... bringings me to your likings of place, yes-yes! I want to seeings what is specialings for you!"
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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