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Hadean Zodiac: Starry Sky - The Romantic Interests 🌌💖

🐉 Draco - Estela Montoya
🐬 Delphinus - Quinn Kelly
🦅 Aquila - Sean Gayle
🐺 Lupus - Jake McKenzie

Note: These ES minimalist posters are influenced by the Superhero Silhouettes of Kevin Collert and Steve Garcia. Then I experimented on the animation using some gif packs. 😆👍🏼

I want to thank @sereenaspatel for providing a link of the gif packs. I really had fun playing with them! Thank you so much! ✌🏼😊

Source: helentwombly

Undeniable (Kenna x Diavolos)


Book: The Crown and the Flame

Pairing: Kenna x Diavolos

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1134

Summary: Diavolos’ thoughts and feelings as Kenna recovers from her attack. Set directly after Always.

Note: This fulfills three of the new kissing prompts (5. Comfortable kiss, 19. Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer, and 20. Kisses because everything hurts right now including being loved by you but you’re also the only thing that makes it feel better), requested by an anon. :) Partly inspired by the gif below.


Originally posted by qeckosfuller

Diavolos can’t remember the last time he cried. He assumes he probably did after his mother died, though he doesn’t remember. But beyond that, he can’t think of a time he’s come close to shedding any tears, because his father always snapped at him to stop, or threatened to beat him. Even after Baltair and Seoras had died right in front of him, Diavolos had just tossed back a stiff drink and gone right back into battle.

But seeing Kenna pale and gasping for breath in his arms, her blood soaking through his shirt, reduces him to tears. Holding her hand and talking to her day after day, watching her night after night and wishing he could just will her to get better, sometimes makes him cry when he finally goes up to their bedchambers. They’re noiseless tears that he doesn’t even bother wiping away, because he’s so consumed by thoughts of the woman he loves, lying in an infirmary bed downstairs. He refuses to think about what will happen if she doesn’t pull through this, doesn’t even want to entertain that possibility.

After a few days, Kenna finally starts stirring, much to his relief, but the near silent noises she makes crush him with their anguish. She squirms uncomfortably, though the healer tells Diavolos she’s much more relaxed when he’s there, squeezing her fingers and talking to her. He tells her he loves her, that she’s okay, that she’s safe, and it seems to settle her.

He’s frustrated when he doesn’t make it to the infirmary in time when she briefly wakes up and asks for him, and stubbornly refuses to leave her side after that. Diavolos knows how terrible he must look, disheveled and exhausted, but the sound of Kenna saying his name when she finally wakes up for more than a few seconds is worth it. Her fingers are gentle and full of warmth again as she brushes a tear from his face, looking at him with concern.

Kenna asks him to stay after the healer leaves, her eyelids drooping closed, and he reassures her he will. “Always,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to her palm.

She unsurprisingly turns out to be a terrible patient, pleading with the healer to let her go back to her and Diavolos’ bedchambers two days later. The healer finally throws her hands up and gives in, giving them both a stern lecture on Kenna needing to rest and making sure she doesn’t rip her stitches open. When they get upstairs, Diavolos gently helps her undress. He can’t help but drink in the sight of her, his fingertips brushing over her bare skin. Kenna smirks a little, until he says, “Gods, I missed you” and kisses her, and then she sucks in a breath and sighs, her good arm wrapping around his back.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

“I love you, too.”

He gets her settled in bed, then strips out of his clothes and lays next to her, mindful of her wound as he runs his fingers over her side. Kenna watches him in the firelight.

“What is it?” Diavolos asks, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

“I just want to feel you,” she says quietly, gliding her right hand down his bare chest and stomach.

Diavolos groans. “I want to feel you too, my love.”

“We can be careful,” she breathes, slipping her hand lower. “Please?”

He can never deny her anything when she says ‘please’ and looks at him like that. Diavolos groans again as she scoots closer, her lips soft against his chest. He pushes himself upright, then carefully lifts her to his lap. She winces, a brief grimace crossing her face as he moves her, and he stills as she inhales sharply.

“I’m fine,” she murmurs when he leans back and looks at her.

Diavolos raises a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re not a good liar, Kenna.”

“It hurts a little,” she admits reluctantly, leaning in and kissing him. “But you feel good. Don’t stop.”

He glides his hands down her back, shifting her closer. Kenna moans as he gently rocks her against him, banding his arms around her waist. Her breath is warm against his neck as they move, and he can’t help but murmur how much he loves her as she gasps his name.

Later, Diavolos lies on his side, his hand trailing over her right arm, drawing lines from her shoulder to her fingertips and back again.

“Are you going to watch me all night?” she asks, yawning.

Diavolos grins. “It’s a habit now.”

“Mmm. You should sleep too,” she murmurs. “You look exhausted.”

“Are you trying to tell me I don’t look good?”

Kenna laughs quietly, then lifts her hand up, tracing her fingers over his lips and jawline. “No. Is this a new look?” she asks, referring to the heavier than normal stubble on his face as she runs her fingertips over it.

He chuckles. “It can be, if you want.”

“I like it,” she tells him, yawning again.

Diavolos leans down, pressing his lips to hers. It’s a sweet, comfortable, good-night kiss, one he’s gotten used to doing nightly, though he still loves the reminder that she’s his and that she’s here with him.

“Go to sleep, Kenna. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she mumbles as her eyes close.

He wakes just after sunrise to gentle fingers running over his cheek again, a sleepy half-smile crossing his face as he opens his eyes.

“Sorry,” Kenna murmurs, slipping her hand down to rest against his chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” he says, stretching and then settling back against her. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, except when you wouldn’t let me move,” she says teasingly, making him grin.

He knows he has a habit of wrapping himself around her at night, and that as much as she gives him grief for being ‘a snuggler’, she loves it. Kenna tilts her head up, kissing him slowly.

“I have a few meetings I’ve been putting off this morning,” he tells her, “but they shouldn’t take long.”

“Hmm,” she says, gliding her good hand up around his neck and into his hair, tugging him down to kiss him again. “You don’t have to leave right away, do you?”

Diavolos narrows his eyes, smirking at her. “I should, or I’ll be late.”

“You should wait a few minutes,” she replies, pressing her lips to his and lightly nipping at his lower lip, a quiet sigh escaping her mouth when he brushes his tongue over hers.

He’s about to teasingly remind her about how late they both always are for meetings, but she gives him that look again, whispering, “Please?” in his ear, and he knows he’ll give in.

“Stay,” she whispers, kissing him softly.

“Always, my love.”



“Always, my love”


“✨ zig + cooking ; @shirinalshabra
▪ it has been a stressful week
▫ class is tiring
▪ your friends drama is eating at your nerves
▫ and you just want to relax
▪ to unwind and to enjoy some quality time with Zig
▫ the...

✨ zig + cooking ; @shirinalshabra

▪ it has been a stressful week

▫ class is tiring

▪ your friends drama is eating at your nerves

▫ and you just want to relax

▪ to unwind and to enjoy some quality time with Zig

▫ the weekend is fast approaching and before you know it, you’re on the couch

▪ zig’s soft hair between your fingers as you play with it

▫ ruffling it up a bit more

▪ to give him a bit more ‘edge’

▫ but he really just looks like a fluffy ball of sunshine when he smiles at you

▪ and you can’t help but smile back

▫ and press a small kiss to his nose when you lean down

▪ his head is comfortably placed on your thigh

▫ and you’re just so.. happy

▪ “Do you want to do something today?” - “I just really want to stay in all day, with my amazing boyfriend and enjoy the weekend. How does that sound?” - “Almost perfect.” - “Almost?”

▫ he’d give you another kiss on the lips, lingering a bit against yours as he enjoys the soft feeling of them

▪ “We do have to eat something, right?”

▫ you don’t really know why you agreed to do something

▪ which is a lie

▫ zig is just very convincing when he kisses you

▪ it takes you at least ten minutes to decide what to actually cook

▫ and a lot of laughing is involved when he starts to tickle you

▪ “I missed your laughter the last few days.”

▫ and you may melt a bit on the inside

▪ the actual cooking part would be so much fun

▫ you’d cut the vegetables and he’d mix them all together

▪ the kitchen smells heavenly and you steal a few kisses here and there

▫ and a few bites

▪ zig would try to tell you off, because ‘you shouldn’t eat so much before we are finished!“

▫ but it’s not really working and you both eat a bit while it still cooks

▪ and burn your tongues in the process

▫ at one point, he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck, while you stir the pot

▪ “Hmm, i could get used to this.” - “You mean that domestic life?”

▫ you could almost hear the smile in his voice when he answers you

▪ and you have to admit that this is nice

▫ to stay in, cook something simple and feel the comforting presence of your boyfriend pressed against you

▪ you’d take your plates to the couch, placing your feet under his thighs to warm them

▫ and the meal is amazing

▪ “I’d give you five stars for that one, chef Ortega.” - “My assistent made all the difference, really.”


Zig is the best. This is the best @faded-hero. Also “fluffy ball of sunshine” is my new favorite description of him. 😍

Source: blafard

Always (Kenna x Diavolos)


Book: The Crown and the Flame

Pairing: Kenna x Diavolos

Rating: PG-13 for general content. Some mentions of blood, but nothing gory or graphic.

Word Count: 1710

Summary: Kenna and Diavolos are attacked, and Kenna nearly dies. Set a little over a year after they’re married.

Note: This is for two of the new kiss prompts (2. Painful kiss (which I took some creative liberties with, I’ll admit), requested by an anon, and 10. “You nearly died” kiss, requested by two anons). I just can’t write these two purely angsty, because my OTP needs a happy ending, so of course this ends happy and not angsty. :) Thank you to @ladynevrakis for giving me the idea for the rebels and the SUPER DISTRACTING inspiring gifs of DJ Cotrona. :D

She can’t figure out why, or what it is, but something has Kenna on edge. It’s the feeling of being watched, one that makes her muscles tense and glance over her shoulder repeatedly, but when she looks, no one is there who shouldn’t be. Jackson suggests that perhaps it’s because things have been peaceful for months now, something none of them have experienced until recently.

There are unhappy rebels of course, furious at a Nevrakis being not only restored to power in Abanthus, but also made king of Stormholt. They’re mostly from Bellmere and Ebrimel, but so far they’ve been sloppy and unorganized, halted quickly before they could do any major damage. Kenna wonders if Jackson’s right, if it’s just a general uneasiness because things haven’t been this calm in a long time.

She tries to shake the uneasy feeling off as she and Diavolos head out to the stables before dusk, planning to check on the new foal. Just before they head back to the castle for the night, Kenna gets that uneasy feeling again, halting in her tracks.

“What is it?” Diavolos asks, hand resting automatically on the hilt of his sword, a frown crossing his face as he listens for anything unusual.

Kenna moves the lantern to her right side. She sees nothing but Diavolos’ silhouette and the faint outline of the trees beyond them.  “I don’t know. It’s-“

She gasps as something suddenly pierces her chest just next to her left shoulder, the pain instant and excruciating. Her right hand flies up to cover the spot immediately, and she can feel warm liquid dripping steadily through her fingers. She thinks she calls Diavolos’ name before she drops to her knees, can feel how shallow her breathing is and tries to stay calm.

Through a haze and the shaking that starts wracking her body, she watches as Diavolos fends off their attackers with ease, his sword glinting in the moonlight as he blocks attempted blow after blow. Dimly, Kenna realizes that his sword blade looks dark because of the blood coating it. Their attackers are yelling things she doesn’t catch as Diavolos whirls around them effortlessly, shouting her name frantically as she falls back on the grass.

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*thinks of Diavolos entering the castle screaming for help with Kenna unconscious in his arms, stained with the blood of his wife* ah, just what I needed, I love tortured OTPs c: