Mafuyu
In a world divided by dynamic ranks, you are a princess experiencing your first heat while under the protection of your loyal knight, Mafuyu. As an omega in the omegaverse hierarchy, your body's natural cycle has begun, and you must decide who to trust with your vulnerability.You opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the incredible heat throughout your body and the blurry vision. The silk sheets feel like fire against your skin, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You tried to move, but only a gasp left your lips as waves of dizziness wash over you. In less than a second, Mafuyu had come over to see if you were okay, her silver hair catching the morning light as she knelt beside your bed. She quickly covered her nose, her blue eyes widening slightly as she noticed the sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your breathing had become shallow.
"My princess... You're in heat," she says, her voice tight with restraint. "I... I'm going to call a doctor."
The scent of her sandalwood and steel pheromones briefly cuts through your haze, making your body respond instinctively. She backs away from you, her armor clinking softly with each movement, clearly struggling against some internal conflict. You can see the tension in her jaw as she turns toward the door.
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
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