#velvetfics

🥞 "simple blessings" 🥞

✦ Mydei/Anaxa ✧ established relationship, domestic fluff, slow mornings, banter, kisses, mild sexual tension ✦ Rated T ✦ 3k words — → Part 2 here — The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach… so maybe this will help getting Anaxa to rest.

Anaxa has been restless. Even with the problem of the black tide—or perhaps because of it—behind them, he has been throwing himself even more into his research. More often than not, Mydei finds him falling asleep at his desk or other various places, books all around and on him. Exhaustion has been curling his shoulders and left his eyes distant. Cloudy.

One would think with the catastrophe of the world put back in order, anyone would choose to finally breathe and relax, but Anaxa is not any one. He’s exceptional. One of a kind. And also terrible at keeping watch over his own health, too busy swatting away any sort of concern since “this body has long passed that necessity.”

Mydei sighs as he finds their bed empty, pressing the tray of food against his stomach as he holds the door open. Despite his efforts of slipping out without stirring the ever working man, hoping to surprise him with a warm meal, Anaxa had apparently wasted no time and found some corner of the palace to read and research one thing or the other—even when the sun had barely cracked past the horizon. Again.

"place of worship"

👑 Mydei/Anaxa, Explicit, 5,3k words 🏷️ throne sex, soul bond, body worship, light dom/sub, edging, switching, mild angst, service top Mydei, dom Anaxa

Only those with selfless love in their hearts may ascend to seek audience with Reason at the pinnacle—even now as the throne sits barren, its Titan gone.

Mydei and Anaxa pass with ease. They’re accompanied by the flutter of golden wings which leave behind shimmering dust like starlight against the evernight, accompanying their every step.

“Why did you want to come here?” Mydei eventually asks, breaking the silence that had settled between them. The empty throne far across from them marks the approaching end of their journey. Fake stars twinkle through the gaps of the Great Tree’s branches.

Anaxa crosses his arms behind his back as he traces the steps he has walked so often. “Everything ends. It only felt fitting to say my goodbye in your company.” There’s a pause. A smile tickles the corner of his mouth, but not enough to show. He keeps his head trained forward even as he itches to turn it. “Isn’t that right, Your Highness?”

🥞 "balanced meal" 🥞

✦ Mydei/Anaxa ✧ service top Mydei, established relationship, body worship, oral sex + thigh fucking, emotional morning sex ✦ Explicit ✦ 4.9k words — → Part 1 here — Turns out that Mydei and Anaxa are still hungry, even after breakfast.

As Mydei’s hand travels from the dip of Anaxa’s waist to the meat of his upper thigh, teal eyes snap back to him. Something playful shimmers within them as they fall half-closed.

“Breakfast not enough for you, Your Highness?”

Anaxa loves to use the title to tease—to bring attention to his lineage but not the crown. It’s a pointed jab when he wants to toy even more with Mydei’s feelings.

And it works on him every time.

With a smile, Mydei leaves a kiss on the curve of Anaxa’s neck, hand sliding back up and under the loose shirt that still carries his scent. His fingers stretch across the toned expanse of Anaxa’s middle; they reach from one end to the other. It makes Mydei’s stomach stir with want, and he exhales, shaky, as he tries to gather his words.

“Dessert is part of a balanced meal, isn’t it?”

🎇 "to melt a stone" 🎇

✦ Aventurine/Boothill ✧ Relationship Study, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff, Temporary Character Death, Grief, Angst with a Happy Ending ✦ Rated T ✦ 3.6k words — Trust and affection bloomed between the cracks of the rubble, and Aventurine would give his everything to keep it at his side.

Their first meeting was charged—two people at odds, or so they thought, with tension spiked high. A current that connected them. That brought them closer, ultimately.

Their first mission had them like a clock ticking out of tune, with the gears grinding against each other. It brought out vulnerabilities they would have rather kept buried as their sharpened edges chafed and screeched.

However, it softened them, oddly enough. But perhaps that wasn’t so strange at all. A gem didn’t become its radiant self without extreme pressure, and a blade needed to be hammered into what it was.

A cyborg cowboy and a gambler willing to risk it all. Two people who could seemingly not be from more different worlds, yet connected by a shared past. Two people that had lost everything at the hands of the same person, and who refused to let it be their downfall.

That loss became their strength. It molded them into who they were. It was only a matter of time until they collided.

"the beckoning of you"

💧 Mydei/Anaxa, Explicit, 4564 words 🏷️ soul bonds, established relationship, body worship, emotional sex, service top Mydei, dom bottom Anaxa

Mydei is not one to announce his presence—the world does it for him. Crowds part without question, trees sway in defiance and pity, and animals grow silent as they watch, cautious.

And here, in this quiet corner of Anaxa's private baths, the water trembles with his approach.

“Of course you’d be here,” Mydei says, and Anaxa thinks there’s an edge of annoyance to his voice. It makes his eyes flutter open, and the rush of seeing the demigod before him—tall in stature, chest bulging as his arms cross—is dizzying. But he would be remiss to let it show in his expression. “Would it have killed you to let me know?”

“I wasn’t aware you were intent on finding me, Mydei,” Anaxa replies. He sinks lower into the pool as if to prove a point, the water climbing past his collarbone. The goosebumps rising up his neck are purely the water’s fault. “But since you’ve already disturbed my peace, what do you need?”

"what makes a gift"

✦ Aventurine/Boothill focus ✧ QPR Aventurine/Boothill/Dan Heng/Jing Yuan ✧ side Dan Heng/Jing Yuan ✦ Rated T ✦ 25k words — Boothill wants to get Aventurine a birthday gift, and with the bonds of the past and present, hopes to make it a very special day.

This fic centers around the queerplatonic relationship between Boothill, Aventurine, Jing Yuan, and Dan Heng. While avenhill and jingheng lean towards typically romantic ways with each other, as a whole, this fic is about the various bonds Boothill has in his life—from familial to romantic and that which can't be described.

Lineart by Deus, colors and graphic by me!

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It started with a simple, off-handed remark—the kind Aventurine paid no mind to, simply said to fill the gap. The kind he chuckled at with the wave of a hand and half a shrug before moving on.

But it grows roots in Boothill’s brain. It curls around his heart, squeezing, as he laces their fingers together in silence. Not even Aventurine’s quizzical expression is able to free him.

The squeeze hardens into determination as his decision is made. He can’t magically erase or make up for the countless birthdays lost to time and pain, but he’ll die trying.

If Boothill is one thing, it’s fiercely stubborn with an unshakable resolve.

"whiskey & wine"

🥃 Aventurine/Boothill, Mature, 2858 words Actors AU, Character Study, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Confession of Feelings, Making Out With art at the end!

— 🍷 —

"If I didn’t know any better…" Aventurine starts, a tremble lacing itself within his voice as his hand moves further, their knuckles brushing against one another, "I’d think you want to kiss me." "And if I did?"

— 🥃 —

It’s been a long day of forced smiles and maintaining a mask, both for personal and work affairs. So when Boothill and he retreat to a backstage room to unwind after a day of shooting, Aventurine suggests to celebrate with a drink.

“Y’know I’m not one to deny a free drink,” Boothill says, shrugging off a leather jacket and tossing it over the back of the red velvet couch. The white shirt he wears is simple, but when your body is as sculpted as his, you don’t need fancy clothes to look good.

Aventurine takes a deep breath, trying to not let his eyes linger even if the dimmed lights could easily cascade the act. “The usual, I presume?”

— bootrine, explicit, 1.4k words vampire AU, rough sex (but with feelings), biting, blood drinking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, masochistic tendencies, praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, mild dom/sub, service top Boothill, aftercare Happy (belated) Halloween!

With his new-found existence, there are only a few things that can truly sate him.

It really is quite fortunate that Boothill can take care of both.

Aventurine shifts his hips, relishing the friction, the space created within him something he can’t wait to have filled again as he drops back down. The moan Boothill rewards him with—loud, surprised, cracking half-way on its escape—is its own kind of ecstasy he feels glide down his spine in an addictive chill. Aventurine licks at his lips, still red.

Boothill is so good to him. He’s keeping his hands at his sides, even as the knuckles are turning white with the need to grab more than the sheet below them.

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