#I hope I have captured the essence of both in the drawing

[lunammore]

OMG I'm really enjoying this series and it's only three episodes in. The characters have so much personality, I loved them so much. Here's a little sketch of the two of them!! in their outfits from the second episode

[focusonkayjay]

between the ride and the roses (4)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter Warnings: forced proximity, jungkook is emotionally constipated, OC is clueless.

A/N: I really hope that fans of "Gilmore Girls" come across this story, because the town hall meeting scene is entirely inspired by the show. I’ve tried to capture the same essence and energy, so I hope you can envision it just like it's depicted in the series, with all the quirky charm and fast-paced dialogues etc etc. that said, I feel like things are about to take a dramatic turn. what do we think? ;)

part 4: mixing the grease with the soil

As the days slip by, the tension between you and Jungkook has become an unspoken constant, like the hum of a distant engine, always there, always humming beneath the surface. It’s an unyielding stalemate neither of you seems willing to break, as if maintaining the distance is safer, easier, less likely to damage the delicate balance of your lives.

But then, without warning, subtle shifts begin to take place. Jungkook’s friends, once notorious for crowding your shop’s entrance with their gleaming motorcycles, now park further down the street. The loud laughter, the sharp revving of engines that used to echo through your workspace, disrupting your day, have faded into memory. The newfound peace feels like a long-overdue truce, and while it doesn’t erase the tension, it’s a welcome relief.

Your encounters with his friends Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi have settled into something almost cordial. A nod here, a wave there, brief exchanges that are polite but still distant. It’s enough to keep things civil, but when it comes to Jungkook, there’s no such middle ground. You don’t greet him, and he doesn’t acknowledge you. It’s a silent agreement to maintain the distance between you two.

Yet, for Jungkook, the distance isn’t as simple as it once was. The quiet animosity, the unresolved arguments, the invisible barrier between you guys—they all weigh heavier on him now. He can’t put his finger on it, but your presence has started to linger in his mind in ways that unsettle him. It gnaws at him, a persistent whisper he can’t ignore.

He finds himself noticing things he shouldn’t. The way your hair falls into your face while you’re tending to flowers. The way your laugh rings out when your friends visit, lighting up your features in a way he can't help but admire. His eyes find you before he even realizes he’s looking, and it infuriates him how easily you captivate him, how effortlessly you draw his attention without even trying.

It started small. A passing glance as he worked on a bike outside his shop. Then, the details began to add up. Like last week, when he saw you laughing with your friends outside. He’s pieced together their names now, after observing from a distance.

The man who visited your shop that day, the one who elicited the first genuine smile he ever saw on your face, is Taehyung. An artist, Jungkook suspects, given the occasional specks of paint adorning his clothes, arms, or sometimes even his cheek.

Then there was Namjoon and Seokjin or at least that's what he thinks their names are. Their exact roles in your life are a mystery to him, but they tower over most people with their astonishing heights and they mostly show up late, long after your closing hours, often bringing you food or whisking you away in their cars for reasons he can only imagine.

And then there’s a girl, Juwon, who seems to frequent your shop the most. Sometimes she buys flowers; other times, she simply lounges inside, waiting for you to finish your work.

Jungkook feels ridiculous for how much he’s noticed. He shouldn’t care about the details of your life or the people in it, yet he finds himself drawn to them, piecing together bits of your world from snippets of conversation and stolen glances. Even the sound of your laugh, carefree and genuine, has a way of pulling his focus no matter how hard he tries to ignore it.

It hits him in unexpected moments—how beautiful you look when you laugh, how your smile seems to brighten everything around you. And in those moments, he feels the tension between you two fade away, replaced by something softer, something he doesn’t want to acknowledge. You look happy, and it stirs something deep within him, something he wishes he could suppress.

He doesn’t know why it matters so much. Why does it bother him that he’s not the one making you smile? Why does it sting to see you so effortlessly connect with others when he feels so distant from you?

He always tears his gaze away, forcing himself to focus on the bike in front of him, but it’s futile. The image of your smile lingers, a persistent flicker in the back of his mind.

The ease with which you interact with the people around you only serves to highlight the chasm between you. You’re kind, approachable, a natural at making others feel at ease. And Jungkook? He feels like an outsider, watching from the shadows, wrestling with feelings he doesn’t understand and can’t seem to shake.

Why is it so difficult to be around you? Why does everything feel so impossibly complicated? The questions haunt him, their answers elusive, leaving him restless and frustrated with a distance he doesn’t know how to bridge.

But what you don’t notice is the quiet way Jungkook has begun to weave himself into your life, his actions subtle, small gestures that he hopes will somehow make up for the things left unsaid between you two.

Like that one time you were struggling to move a heavy bag of soil into your shop and he pretended not to notice, yet somehow, when you turned around to get something else, it was already sitting inside, untouched by your hands. Or the way he’s started parking his bike just far enough away so that it doesn’t block your view of the flowers from the shop window, as though he’s silently trying to make your space feel a little more yours, and a little less his.

He never says a word, never acknowledges the thought behind it. He simply continues working, silently apologizing in a way that only he understands.

And then there’s the smallest, most hidden gesture of all: the way he wipes his hands clean on a rag before leaving the garage to walk past your shop at the exact moment you’re working outside. His steps slow just enough for you to think he’s passing through casually, but if you weren't so oblivious, you’d see the way his gaze lingers just a second too long on you, a silent question hanging in the air that neither of you have the courage to ask.

It’s as if, in every small action, he’s trying to show you something... something you can’t quite see, something he can’t quite say.

//

It’s a quiet morning when Mr. Kwon, a man in his early 60s and also the town head, steps into your shop, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he heads towards the counter.

You’ve just finished arranging a fresh batch of daisies, their bright white petals catching the light. He adjusts his glasses, eyeing you with that steady, slightly intimidating gaze.

“Y/N-ah...” he begins, his voice as measured as ever. “I wanted to remind you about the town hall meeting later this week, on Thursday. It’s about the annual fair. Please be there.” he says calmly.

You raise an eyebrow, wiping your hands on a towel. “That’s it? No more details?” you question, amused.

He gives a small smile, one that barely softens his usual stern demeanor. “There’s more to discuss at the meeting, so just be there.” And with that, he turns and leaves as quickly as he came, leaving you wondering what exactly he’s got planned. You watch him walk towards the shop next to yours and you're quickly distracted when a customer walks in.

Right next door, Jungkook is having his own first encounter with Mr. Kwon’s business-like approach. He’s just finished cleaning his motorcycle when the town head arrives in front of his shop, looking like he’s stepped out of a corporate boardroom.

“Jungkook...” Mr. Kwon begins “I’m here to remind you about the town meeting this week, on Thursday. It’s a big one—planning for the annual fair. Since you’re part of the community now, I strongly encourage you and your friends to attend. We need fresh perspectives.” he states, eyeing the rest of the boys behind him.

Jungkook blinks, taken aback. “Wait, I don’t even know what this fair thing is—”

“You’ll figure it out. Just be there.” Mr. Kwon’s tone is firm, his back already turned as he walks away, but he suddenly stops in his tracks, turning his head over his shoulder. “And wear something presentable. It’s not a garage.” he says.

Jungkook chuckles faintly as Mr. Kwon left, his friends stifling laughter behind him. “Presentable.” Yoongi drawls. “You gonna show up in a tux, boss?” he jokes, causing everyone to snicker.

As Jungkook continues with his work, his thoughts linger about this so called town meeting. It was his first time being summoned to one, and while he wasn’t particularly eager to attend, Mr. Kwon’s authoritative tone made it clear it wasn’t really optional.

//

The evening of the meeting arrives, and you walk towards the town hall with Juwon’s arm tightly clinging to yours. “If we’re late because you had to rearrange just one more daisy, I’m blaming you.” you hear her say and you laugh. “Relax Juwon-ah." you reply, rubbing her hands that held your arm.“Namjoon said he’d save us seats.” you inform.

As you approach the town hall, the streets hum with excited chatter, the townspeople preparing for what’s sure to be an eventful fair. Suddenly, the low rumble of motorcycles grew louder. Heads turned as Jungkook and his gang rode in, their bikes gleaming under the evening sun. They parked with an air of nonchalance, right outside the town hall, drawing curious glances and a few whispers.

“First time seeing the townies up close?” Yoongi teases Jungkook as they get off their bikes. “I guess." Jungkook mutters, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets as he waits for Jimin and Hoseok to take off their helmets so that they can head inside.

While the bikers still seemed to be parking their bikes, you and Juwon were already inside the hall. You instantly spot Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung, eagerly saving two seats for you and Juwon. They wave you over once they see you, their faces a mix of impatience and playful annoyance.

“We got prime real estate!” Seokjin declares, gesturing to the front row. “More like you just wanted to be close enough to whisper critiques about Mr. Kwon’s tie.” Namjoon says dryly. "Someone has to keep the man humble.” Seokjin quips, shrugging.

You and Juwon take your seats and just as you’re getting comfortable, Taehyung grins. “Speaking of critiques, how long do we think it’ll take Mrs. Han to bring up her pie-eating contest again?” he asks, stifling a laugh. “I’m giving it five minutes. Namjoon replies as he holds up his phone. “Starting the timer now.” he chuckles.

Once Jungkook steps into the hall, he finds himself slightly out of place among the vibrant crowd of familiar faces and lively chatter. His eyes instinctively scan the room, landing on you and your friends seated in the front row. You laugh at something Juwon says, your eyes crinkling with genuine amusement, while Taehyung playfully argues with Namjoon about something he can't quite hear.

Jungkook feels a strange pull—your energy, so warm and lighthearted, stands in stark contrast to his own awkwardness in this unfamiliar setting. His gaze lingers for a moment too long, enough for Yoongi to notice and nudge him. “Spot something interesting?” he teases, smirking.

Jungkook shakes his head quickly, looking away. “Just taking it all in.” he mutters, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrays him. He follows his friends, as they all take their seats somewhere in the middle of the hall.

The room fills with excited chatter, the buzz of anticipation thick in the air. People whisper eagerly about the fair and what it will bring this year. As Mr. Kwon takes the stage, he adjusts the microphone and clears his throat and everyone falls silent, waiting for him to start.

“Good evening, everyone.” he formally begins, his voice commanding. “Thank you all for coming. As you know, the annual town fair is upon us, and tonight’s meeting is about planning and assigning tasks. This year, we’re aiming to make the fair even better—more organized, more collaborative, and, hopefully, more memorable.” He pauses to scan the crowd.

“Now, I know some of you have suggestions...” His gaze lingers pointedly on Mrs. Han, who immediately raises her hand. “Mr. Kwon.” she begins, her voice carrying. “I really think it’s time we bring back the pie-eating contest.” she says, standing up.

Mr. Jung groans from the other side of the room. “For the last time, Mrs. Han, the clinic is not sponsoring antacid tablets for everyone!” he says, his nose twitching. “Maybe if you baked better pies, fewer people would need them.” Mrs. Han shoots back, earning a ripple of laughter from the crowd.

“Okay, okay!” Mr. Kwon interjects as he holds up his hands. “Let’s keep this civil... or as civil as possible.”

Namjoon leans over to Taehyung. “Three minutes. She’s getting faster.” he whispers as they both cover their mouths, not wanting Mr. Kwon to catch them giggling like children.

Mr. Kwon clears his throat, signaling for everyone to settle down. “We need to make this fair something special. This year’s theme, ‘A Night in Stardust,’ is all about wonder and magic. We want the fair to be an experience that stays with people long after it’s over." he announces.

"‘A Night in Stardust’, huh?” Taehyung whispers. “Sounds like something out of a sci-fi romance.” he says while Namjoon smirks. “Or Seokjin’s poetry journal.” he jokes. Seokjin feigns offense as he dramatically clutches his chest. “Excuse me, my poems are classic.”

As Mr. Kwon continues, he outlines more exciting events, including a fortune-teller’s tent, carnival games like ring toss and a scavenger hunt, handmade jewelry booths and various other things along with a stargazing dome to tie in with the theme.

At the mention of the fortune-teller’s tent, Seokjin laughs. “Last year, she told me I’d meet someone tall and handsome and that they would save me from a storm that was supposed to ruin my life.” you hear him say. “Turns out it was just Namjoon holding an umbrella when it rained heavily that one night in September.” The room erupts into laughter, Namjoon included.

“And we’ll also have the hammer strength game. Let’s see if anyone can beat Taehyung’s record.” Mr. Kwon adds as Taehyung grins smugly, while Namjoon mutters something about “unfair leverage.”

“Let’s not forget the stargazing dome.” Mr. Kwon continues. “Where we’ll have a real view of the stars... no glitter, no tricks, just pure, unfiltered stardust.” The crowd applauds, everyone eagerly imagining the magical experience the dome will bring.

As the meeting continues, Jungkook watches the people around him with quiet fascination. He notices how easily they laugh and joke with each other, their voices filled with warmth and comfort. Everyone seems so relaxed, as if they’ve known each other for years. His attention shifts to you and your friends.

He’s especially taken aback by how involved all of you are in the conversation. You and your friends aren’t just listening; you're actively participating, cracking jokes, teasing one another, and sharing in the laughter. Each one of you adds something to the mix, whether it's a funny remark or a playful comeback.

The easy way everyone interacts with one another catches Jungkook’s eye. It’s not just about the words being said, but the bond they share. There's a warmth in the room that’s impossible to miss. The sense of unity is so strong that it’s almost like a shared heartbeat among the townspeople. He can’t help but smile at how effortless and natural it all seems.

As he watches, it finally clicks for him... this is why the town fair is such a big deal. It’s not just about the rides or the food stands or the games. It’s about the connection between people. The fair is their time to come together, to celebrate their friendships and shared history.

Jungkook realizes that the fair is more than just a tradition—it’s a celebration of the town’s unity. It’s a chance for everyone to bond, strengthen their ties, and create memories together. In that moment, he understands the deeper meaning of the fair, and he feels a sense of appreciation for the way this community truly values each other.

As the laughter fades, Mr. Kwon clears his throat, signaling the shift in the meeting's tone. "Alright, time to assign tasks for the fair." he announces, looking around the room. His gaze moves around as he begins assigning tasks to various townspeople.

Your friends Taehyung and Namjoon are responsible for setting up all the games, while Seokjin is responsible for the food stalls and making sure all the stalls have everything they require. Juwon is in charge of the performances as she's needed to choreograph a dance for the little kids.

Mr. Kwon continues his rounds of assigning tasks here and there. As he goes down the list, you shift in your seat, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. When he finally comes to you, the room quiets, all eyes turning in your direction.

"Y/N-ah." Mr. Kwon starts with a smile. "Your shop will be in charge of the decorations... think glowing flowers, twinkling vines, anything that will transform this fair into something magical." he says.

You nod, a little taken aback by the responsibility, but you’re ready. The pressure is real, but you can’t let it show. "I won’t let you down." you smile, even though the weight of the task settles in your chest.

"And..." Mr. Kwon continues, his eyes now flicking to Jungkook. "Since your shop is right next to Y/N’s, I’m assigning you both to work together. Jungkook, you and your friends will handle all the logistics—setting up tents, building stages, and making sure everything’s in place and all that. You two will be coordinating directly."

A hush falls over the room. Whispers ripple through the crowd as the news sinks in. You glance at Jungkook, who shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the tension in the air. It’s clear he’s not thrilled about the arrangement, but there’s no backing out now.

Seokjin leans towards Juwon, his voice low but just loud enough for you to hear. "Oh, this is going to be fun." he whispers, and Juwon chuckles, eyeing you.

You catch Jungkook’s gaze for a moment, his eyes lingering on you a bit longer than expected before he quickly looks away. It’s clear neither of you are particularly excited about working together, but the task ahead is unavoidable. Though there's an invisible wall between the two of you, you both know you can't avoid each other forever.

"Is everyone okay with this?" Mr. Kwon finally asks, scanning the room with a hopeful smile. "Remember, we’re all in this together to make this fair a grand success. Let’s show these other towns how we do things here !!" he laughs as everyone else in the room, nod in agreement, their energy buzzing with excitement.

For most, it’s just another fair, but for some, it’s an opportunity to come together and create something truly special. Jungkook’s eyes briefly meet yours again, and for a moment, the weight of the responsibility settles in. Neither of you speak a word, but there’s a quiet understanding that the next few days are going to be full of surprises and challenges.

As the meeting wraps up, the lively chatter and laughter return to the room. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you can’t help but feel the tiniest flicker of annoyance, nervousness and excitement. The fair will bring more than just stardust—it will bring a new chapter for you and Jungkook, whether either of you are prepared for it or not.

<- part 3 // part 5 ->

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[justgiulia]

Author's note: Ok so I was on my bed and this absolute banger of an idea spawned into my mind...I suggest you read the historic background I've written in this same post to better understand the vision...

they/them pronouns used after the historical background

Rook Hunt as a stilnovist poet

HISTORICAL BACKGROUND

I think a lot of us know about stilnovism, known also as "dolce stil novo". A literary movement that began towards the end of the thirteenth century with Dante Alighieri as its most renowned poet. At the basis of the stilnovistic thought, there were the fundamental chivalric ideals of love such as: the vision of a woman as an angelic and transcendent creature, to the point that the one who loved her felt the need to ask God for forgiveness for having venerated the woman more than God himself; the knights and the troubadours/stilnovists (name of the poets of that literary movement) were tormented by an unrequited love since "true" love for them meant observing the woman from afar, without their love being reciprocated because they felt inferior to the woman they loved.. Now imagine rook hunt as a stilnovist poet deeply in love with the reader...do you guys see the vision?

Rook would write sonnets dedicated to the reader, celebrating their beauty and virtue in the style of dolce stil novo. He’d describe them as an ethereal muse, illuminating his darkest thoughts and guiding him toward love’s enlightenment.

Drawing from the tradition of dolce stil novo, Rook would often use nature as a metaphor for his feelings. He might compare the reader’s eyes to the shimmering stars or their smile to the blooming roses of spring, illustrating the profound impact they have on his soul.

In the quiet of the night, Rook would sneak away from his duties to serenade the reader outside their window, playing soft melodies on a lute and reciting verses that express his admiration and longing. These serenades would be infused with a mix of romantic despair and hope, like the essence of stilnovist emotion (as said previously).

Rook would treat the reader with utmost respect and adoration. He’d engage in chivalrous acts, such as gifting them flowers or rare books of poetry, and he would always seek their counsel and company. He would often lose himself in daydreams about the reader, contemplating the nature of love and beauty. These contemplations would inspire him to pen some of his most poignant works, reflecting on how their presence transforms the mundane into the extraordinary, like Guinizzelli's works or he might write about how the reader’s love brings light to his dark moments, yet also acknowledge the bittersweet pain of longing like Dante Alighieri.

Rook would look for opportunities to engage the reader at gatherings of poets and artists, where they could share their thoughts on love and beauty. He’d seek to impress them with his eloquence and charm, hoping to capture their heart amidst discussions of art and philosophy.

As previously mentioned, Rook’s poetry might carry a hint of melancholy, reflecting the struggles of a lover whose affections may not be fully returned. He’d write about unfulfilled dreams and the sweet sorrow of love.

So, yes. I think Rook would embody at 101% the essence of a passionate stilnovist poet, channeling his love for the reader into art and emotion, celebrating them as both muse and companion.

[thegoldensanctuary]

I am back.

It’s been a while—almost a year, in fact—since my last update, and I’m excited to reconnect with all of you. This past year has been a demanding one, full of both personal and professional challenges that needed my full attention. However, I’ve also dedicated much of this time to deep, meticulous research for future projects, digging into historical records, academic publications, and original documents to ensure that the new sets I bring to you are more accurate and intricate than ever before.

For those who may be new here, my focus has always been on recreating historical spaces that have changed significantly over time. My goal is not just to reconstruct, but to truly capture the essence of these spaces, complete with the details that give them life. Yet, as I’ve delved deeper into these archives, I’ve come to a realisation: many details I include might go unnoticed, not because they lack significance, but because of how challenging it is to access or even be aware of the sources I draw from.

Take, for example, the king’s bedchamber. The most comprehensive study—Meyer’s 1989 publication—is virtually impossible to find outside select academic libraries. And even when studies are available, they often gloss over the smallest but crucial details. Descriptions of furnishings, for instance, might be reduced to a simple inventory line, like “a set of crimson velvet with two armchairs, twelve stools, and one fire screen.” In reality, however, the original documents hold a wealth of specifics, dimensions, patterns, and descriptions that are almost always left out because they would make publications too dense for a general readership.

So, I’ve decided to bridge this gap myself. My upcoming series will document and examine these rooms in exhaustive detail, focusing not only on the architecture but also on every piece of furniture and ornamentation. These new posts will break down every element, piece by piece, to bring the full picture to light and ensure that my recreations are accompanied by a narrative that truly does them justice.

My first series, which I’m thrilled to share with you soon, will cover the history of the grand bedchamber from the 1680s until today. This in-depth look will span 13 parts, over 30,000 words, and include more than 350 footnotes, most of which cite previously unpublished archival materials. It’s my hope that these detailed breakdowns will not only help you see the care and attention in each model but also make these lost details accessible, allowing everyone to appreciate the full beauty of these historical spaces as they were meant to be.

Thank you for your patience, and I look forward to taking you on this journey with me.

[fanaticsnail]

Hi, it's me again! I made another one.

I know this is not exactly how the scene was but I wanted to draw something more interesting than just a guy standing, hope this is okay.

Also I have my own version of Killer but I realized in the middle of drawing that you will probably prefer canon design so... two versions again.

Oh my gosh, I love you? Like, I love you so much?? Look at him!!!!

You've captured the absolute essence of him in the "Hey Doc" chapter "What did you eat, bubblegum?" Like, I love the sheepish scruff-tug. He's just precious.

I love both versions of him here, the cannon and the torn shirt, more punk version of him. I just can't. I'm simply at a loss of words for this. This is insane, and I adore it. Thank you for bringing a massive smile to my face. I'm touched, truly 🥹🥹🥹

[8makes1newworld]

Mine Forever

a vampire Seonghwa + human reader scenario for the beginning of Halloween season

I hope a certain someone likes this

warnings: wax play. unprotected sex. touch of degradation. blood drinking.

The candles burned low, casting an intimate and somewhat erotic glow around the room. The vampire studied the body of his subject closely, admiring the curves and angles. The wax and candles were a plaything to him, and so were you. His subject. He couldn't wait to see your reaction as the hot wax dripped onto your skin.

You knew you loved the pain that was dished out, and that was why you stayed all these years with him. Seonghwa knew it too, and that was why he wouldn't let you leave. You were stuck here with him, and he knew it, and that was part of the fun. He could do whatever he wanted with you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You gasped sharply as he poured the hot wax onto your skin, mind reeling with pleasure despite how painful it was.

"Taking it so well, pet~" A sadistic smirk twitched at the vampires lips. His face drew near yours as he watched your face contort with the mixed feelings.

His brow quirked as you whined. "Good. Taking it so well without uttering a single word just like how I trained you~" He smiled devilishly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he tilted the candle over your chest. The sticky warmth running along your nipples was enough to cause your eyes to roll back from the sickening pleasure while terrified of what he would do to you next. Finding it exhilarating just the same.

Seonghwa purred with pleasure as he watched the substance pool on your skin, his grin mocking as he watched you where you lie before him helpless and accessible to every whim that he had for you. Being indulged in all of his dirty ideas as you accepted innocently without question.

"You like being a vampire's toy~? Aren't we both so lucky~? You're all mine to play with." The low sound of his purrs made your hair stand on end even more than you thought was possible.

The vampire admired your curves. Finding you even more beautiful then the goddess venus herself as well as Eros.

His glowing red eyes surveyed your body where you lied down.

Indeed you were everything he wanted and more. Always stirring a feeling inside of him that he had thought was long forgotten to never return again.

With you he could remember he was a man as well as vampire, craving the sweet essence that pumped through your veins as well as the feel of your creamy soft skin that enticed him to touch you.

"Does my little one yearn for a reward?" The vampire smirked as he watched you nod eagerly.

"I wonder what I should give~ Such a gorgeous jewel would need something nice, maybe something that would leave a deep impression on you~" Seonghwa's voice rang in your ears as his fingers touched the wax that had now hardened on your nipples. Giving a tug that showed to whom your body belonged to.

You whine from the lack of sensation. How he loved to hear your sounds. So soft, so innocent and literally gifts stolen from a captured angel.

"Mh will this do, little slave~?" He slots himself between your legs suavely. His crotch pressed flush against your entrance.

You nod frantically as his face draws close to yours. The menacing look of hunger mesmerizing you.

"There, there. Such a cooperative little dumb pet~" His voice was like velvet, caressing your ears with unseen hands.

"You're all mine. No one will ever have you, little darling." His voice was a firm but gentle hiss. He discarded his pants hastily and climbed onto you with the grace of a cat.

Your heart pounds. Everything you ever dreamed of with this being was in this moment when it happened.

You moan in ecstasy when you feel his tip press into your hole. Your body arching as you tried to use your arms to crawl away from the stretch that threatened to fragment the remainder of what sanity you had left.

"How can I resist such a delicious delicacy?" Seonghwa smirks at you while your eyes screw shut. He groans in enjoyment as your wet cunt envelopes him in a heavenly embrace.

Your sweet moan electrifying him and making him feel every inch of his body come to life.

"So beautiful, made just for me the warmth of your sweet embrace of love is such a succulently sweet craving to feed~" His voice tender with hints of lust.

He thrusts into you deeply, getting closer to you to inhale your sweet scent. His eyes holding contact with the big beautiful eyes that he so frequently lost himself in.

You were more than just a plaything to him. But the darkness in his heart prevented him from ever saying so.

Your moans spur him on to thrust harder and your hands tangle in his hair passionately while his fangs mark across your neck. Branding you as his.

"My little slave~" He coos sensually and effortlessly coaxed your walls to flutter with arousal. The heat within yourself growing unbearable as the union of your bodies slapping together grew louder.

"Let it out, my little doll~" He growls against your neck, "No one else will have you."

You wildly writhe beneath him as your climax grows nearer, gripping onto the vampire for dear life as all reasoning threatened to shatter.

He smirks when he feels your throat constrict with a gulp. The temptation growing stronger as his mouth closes in on your delicious, pulsing artery.

You release with a screeching cry that could easily rival a banshee. Though the sound was far more soothing and spine tingling. The sensation of his fangs burying into your neck was more than your body could handle.

Pure ecstasy racked your senses and the only thing that you could think of was him. Sucking the blood that you willingly gave him.

He groans lowly as he empties himself inside of you. The heat lulling you to sleep. As well as the loss of blood.

"Mmnh~" You moan softly and close your eyes. Drifting to sleep as the vampire withdrew his bloody fangs from your body.

The vampire gazed down at you, admiring your sleeping face in the candlelight. Your serene expression reminded him of what he had once lost.

With care, he picked you up and carried you to his chamber. The Victorian-style canopy that accented his bed was what he felt was a fitting place to lay you down beneath.

He silently wished that he was a different being now, haunted by endless memories and regrets. But every moment of seeing your peaceful face and your body lying peacefully in his arms, he couldn't help but dream of what might have been.

"As Van Helsing once said 'there's no use in crying over spilled milk'" Seonghwa whispered to himself as he admired you while you slept peacefully in his arms.

He couldn't fathom how things could have been had he been human, but for now he was content to relish every moment with you.

Whether it was love or something else entirely, you were essential to him. He needed you, and he knew you needed him just as much, maybe even more.

No one could ever desire you like he did, and that made your submission to him all the more special.

He was going to savor every instance he had with you, and try to hold on as long as he possibly could. Then maybe, one day you would be a thirsting creature just like him.

The moonlight filtering in through his gauze curtains made a gorgeous, pearlescent glow.

Your peaceful breathing was hypnotic as he watched your beautiful face.

A dark smile played upon his lips as he admired you.

One day, he would be able to have you in his life forever, and this thought filled him with a sadistic joy that he could hardly bear to imagine.

"You're mine forever, y/n~"

[imperiallife]

Imperial Life Holo Contest: Ziost Winners!

Holography & Contests by The Editor

Imperial Life is pleased to present the first round of results for our inaugural Life Day holography contest, featuring the most fitting of subjects: the Imperial Memorial World of Ziost.

Due to the impassioned plea of our loyal readers, we have agreed to award First Place to two holographers, instead of one. While Ziost, in current form, is accessible via approved travel visa, we realize that the present desolation is a poor reflection of the memories, beauty, and lives of the millions who once inhabited our former center of Imperial culture just a handful of short years ago.

Therefore, Imperial Life has selected one holo from present-day Ziost, and one holo, drawn from personal, citizen holographer archives, of the Ziost we remember.

Imperial Life presents: Ziost, a World of Contrast

"Light Persists" by Ahuska

"My first visit to Ziost after the cataclysm will always haunt me. I don't think there is any number of images that could ever describe the feeling of setting foot on that achingly empty world, or the very real pain of simply drawing breath in the fresh Force vacuum that it was. I wasn't there intending to collect memoirs, but, while walking the barren earth, I looked up to see Ziost's sun framed by the husk of a tree, like both the tree and the light were reaching for something, and felt compelled to take this holosnap. I think I saw, in that moment, a memory of the life that had been, and perhaps a quiet hope that the life might yet one day return."

Ahuska, the Wolf of Odessen

"A Memory of Life" by A. Ada Ams

"When I saw IL's solicitation for memorial holos, I just knew I needed to make a risky selection. Yes, it's an old holo. No, there's no way for anyone else to take these anymore. Maybe that's unfair. But I couldn't see how the Ziost wasteland represents our home anymore. People need to be reminded of the beauty and the life we used to have there! There was color! Blue skies! The gnarled Ziost pine and the delicate pink Adas starflower! Red tundrite groundcover and white snowbobs! We had white and black vinecats and red and black reptavians that shone iridescent in the sun!

"So that's what I wanted my holo to represent. It was extremely hard to settle on just one, but I finally did. I wanted the focus to be on life. The starflower is the primary subject. The warrior statue and the high-speed rail are in the background, over the Adasta Canyon with its iconic stone pillars. You go on a hike outside the city and this was life. This is what you saw! Or it used to be.

"It was stark. It was so beautiful."

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Imperial Life reminds readers that our contest is open. Read below for details.

Best Views in the Galaxy Life Day Contest

Starting today, readers can submit holos taken anywhere on five select worlds. We’ll choose the holo that we feel captures the essence of that world, so get creative! One winner will be chosen per location for a total of five winning submissions.

The five eligible worlds for this contest are:

Ziost - COMPLETE. See results above.

CZ-198

Section X

Minboosa District

The Black Hole

Remember, creativity and uniqueness matters. Imperial Life isn't interested in everyday views any amateur could take! Consider how you want to represent your chosen planet, and get to shooting!

Deadline: Life Day (25 December 2024)

Rules:

No recognizable sentients!

Keep your digits and personal equipment out of the field of view.

Wildlife and non-sentients (such as droids) are acceptable.

Holos selected to win in previous contests, or contests run by other organizations, are not eligible.

Contest is open to any sentient, human or alien!

How to Enter:

Submit your holo via the normal method (Submit an Article).

You may enter for multiple worlds. However, you may submit only ONE holo per world, and only ONE world per submission (i.e. send a new submission for each world you desire to compete for).

In the title, specify the contest name, the world you are submitting for, and the title of your photo (example: "Best Views in the Galaxy, Ziost, A Memory of Life").

Post your holo in the submission box, along with your name or the name of the holographer you are submitting for. A description, your thoughts about the holo, or your process are highly encouraged but not required. (We reserve the right to edit for clarity & brevity.)

Optional but highly encouraged: a small head-and-shoulders portrait holo of the holographer with name, occupation, and homeworld.

Check the "Contests" tag to ensure proper routing and receipt by our Contest division.

Sharing is caring, especially during Life Day season! Reblog this article to let others participate!

Winner Selection:

IL is aiming for all entries in by this Life Day (however we are not immune to pleas for extensions, given reasonable justification). Winner announcements will be made on or about New Year's.

Prizes: Galactic prestige and publishment of your winning photo, thoughts, and identity (optional).

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Lilacs (or you being Hyunjin's model) - H. Hyunjin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 678 words

Warnings: none

Summary: You being Hyunjin's muse for his new piece of art 💕

AN: I had a huge inspiration in the middle of the night yesterday, so I hope you like it ❤️

"Do you want me to stand like this? Or, maybe like this?" you asked your boyfriend for his opinion as the artist.

You were currently in Hyunjin's little art studio after he proposed that you would be the muse of his new painting. You immediately agreed and that is how you ended in front of him surrounded by lilacs that filled the room with the pleasant aroma of spring and a new beginning. Actually, Hyunjin didn't choose lilacs by accident. He informs you that they are a symbol of the first love, the one that always leaves its mark on the two lovers. That is what you were to each other - you met in high school and you have faced the thrills and trials of love as yet inexperienced, but there you were 5 years later - still in love like the first year.

Hyunjin looked one last time to check if the set up was fine before giving you last instructions.

"Put your elbow at the top of the table and put your chin on it. Yeah, exactly. That's it! Perfect!"

He gave you thumbs up. You blushed a little. Even though you have been together for 5 years straight, Hyunjin still knew ways to make you blush. One of them - painting or drawing you. Either you would sleep and he would draw you without your knowledge or you would be doing something else. That was his way of showing you that he cares and adores you.

"And I have to stay like this for hours?" you joked with him.

"Well, you agreed. Plus, it's not my fault that you are so beautiful. Actually, the lilacs are complimenting your whole existence, y'know?"

"Thank you, art boy." you answered.

"Not even one I love you, too or something? Even after I made you my model?" he asked with offended expression and a hand over his heart. "I think my heart can't take it."

You giggled while trying to hold your pose.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, you know I love you more than anything."

"Only that?" Hyunjin's face was now contorted as if in pain which made you laugh more.

"Are you gonna paint me or not? Because I am getting a bit tired." you fake yawned.

Hyunjin gave you one last smile before making the first stroke at the blank canvas in front of him reminding him of the first steps you took until you both built the bond you have now.

As the brush danced across the canvas, Hyunjin's focused gaze shifted between you and the emerging artwork. The lilacs began to take shape, each stroke echoing the five years of shared memories and the unspoken promises between you two.

"You make it look so easy," you remarked, breaking the silence in the studio.

He chuckled, "Well, it helps when you have the most inspiring muse."

The room was filled not only with the scent of lilacs but also with the warmth of shared history. Hyunjin continued to paint, occasionally stealing glances at you, capturing not just your physical form but the essence of your connection.

As the painting progressed, so did the conversation. You reminisced about the first time you met, the challenges you faced, and the simple joys that strengthened your bond. The lilacs became more than symbols; they became witnesses to your journey.

As the final touches were added, Hyunjin stepped back to admire his creation. The painting depicted more than just a scene—it told a story of love, growth, and the beauty found in shared moments.

"I think it's done," he said, looking at you with a satisfied smile.

You approached the canvas, eyes tracing the lines that mirrored your intertwined lives. "It's perfect," you whispered, feeling a surge of gratitude for the artist who turned your love into a timeless piece of art.

The painting found its place in your home, a testament to the enduring love that started in high school and continued to flourish in the small art studio filled with lilacs and sunlight.

[gorgeousundertow]

for the hbo war ask game—s, v, and z! 💚

nonnnny <3 <3

S. Tag a blog I don't often interact with but really love their content - @saritasoyyo Hi hullo we're mutuals but we've never once spoken but hey we sure do seem to agree about a lot of things!! <3

V. I'll post a wee snippet - this is literally lifted from my outline for bradnate in a snowstorm. For context, Nate is in a hetero relationship and they're Just Friends and going Hiking. Tagged #onlyonebivouac.

They have sexytimes bc snuggling to stay warm. In Brad's head, yayyyyyy finally!

In Nate's head, oh no, i'm an imperfect human

Brad is so fucking sensitive that he takes the slightest bit of regret on nate's part to mean that nate regrets everything, overreacts and shuts down

they still very much want to bone but it's awful bc they're both hurting so much. nate bc he's destroyed his relationship and cheated and clearly it was for nothing and his heart is breaking. brad also heartbroken bc okay guess there was never any shot with nate, all that it ever could have been was a quick fuck

brad can't take it, goes for long walk. nate freaks out etc. brad comes back, nate declares love bc what does he have to lose

"i just need you to hear this, i don't expect anything from you" like he's all dejected

and brad just stares at him like you dumb motherfucker

Z. Yayyyyyy complimenting people is so fun

@almost-a-class-act you are consistently one of the most sensible and straightforward people I have the great pleasure of encountering. Plus you're very funny and kind and write The Good Shit.

@blood-mocha-latte you are one of the few people I can honestly say matches (nay, exceeds) me in Level of Enthusiasm and I love that about you. And then you go and write things that make ME very enthusiastic which is a wonderful little feedback loop.

@lamialamia you are my first and always fandom bestie. You put up with soooooo much from me, and can set a descriptive scene better than any ten people I know. Your fics are full of emotion, saturated with loss and hope.

@jenkil is there anything you can't do? funny, thoughtful, insightful, generous and you're a fucking amazing writer and artist??? I love the way you write, and I always really enjoy talking with you and would do so all the damn day <3

@screwby i am consistently amazed by how you not only capture the shapes of these men that I love, but their essence. I don't speak art particularly fluently, but when you draw Schwetje he looks Lost and Confused. When you draw Liebgott he is smirking. When you draw Roe he looks freezing. Plus, you know, I just love you a lot.

@ep6bastogne our tastes run very similar, and if you rec me a fic or a song or even a goddamn ship, i know i'm going to swoon for it. Your writing has an incredible specificity that I just can't get enough of. You can characterize a person or a situation in just the perfect line; ten words and I can see the whole thing. It's astonishing.

[anavatazes]

Hi. *shuffles feet* Been a while. Might still be a bit yet before I start posting regularly again. Long of the short? Had a bit of mental break and needed a break. Slowly easing my way back into things. Slowly.

Obligatory picture of Mara, taking the youngest to school. Her favorite thing, next to eating ❤️.

Anyway, heart is still in a stranglehold by Joel. Pedro as Joel is NOT helping, as he does 😏.

And what really prompted this, was one of my original heartbreakers from when I was a teen, in combination with one of my most favorite characters in comics are coming together again to expand on their time together in the Savage Land 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠.

Is it January yet 🤤🤤?

Uncanny X-Men 269, 274 & 275 were my favorites when they came out. Rogue was already my favorite character among Storm and Nightcrawler, but this story really captured her essence. She was depowered, just arrived out of Siege Perilous, no one else around, and is attacked by the Mauraders. She uses Gateway's ability to escape but ends up in the land of dinos, fighting Carol Danvers, and being saved by the missing Magneto?! Who Jim Lee really could draw 🤤🫠. It's a great story, and I recommend it.

And now, this January, they are revisiting that story to fill in some gaps. I do hope they don't do any retcons. There is enough hate from Rogue/Gambit shippers as it is, that if they even get a hint of Magneto anywhere near Rogue, they explode. It's like, dude, fucking chill. Gambit has been the end game all along. We all knew it from the moment the Cajun first laid eyes on her. They are married now. If ya'll don't stop, I'm gonna start hating a favorite couple of mine... and it's not the one you want.

Also, no retcons in this, because, well, Magneto is the king of retcons, and I am tired of it. The major being his children Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. Sorry, not sorry, you cannot still draw Pietro like Max, and say Max did not birth that boy. Nope. Even acts like him, still. It's Max Eisenhardt, Jr. So, no retcons. Don't cheapen the Legacy romance nor ruin things in the ROMY world.

Seeing more of Magneto helping Rogue figure out what is wrong with her powers, please! The man is a fucking genius. Self-taught in so much, too! Let the man show off! Part of what makes him so hot 🔥.

I want to see Colossus' son. Other than a blip here and there, we saw him last in the 80s, I think? Even if it's in passing with the tribes Ka-zar and Shanna are helping, just something!!!! The X-Men know he’s there. WTF happened to him?! This would be perfect for it.

Zaladane. More backstory, please. We were never given 100% yea or nea if she is, in fact, another of Magneto's children or what her exact connection to Polaris is. Not sure what I want, other than closure. This is as close to a return for the character as we're gonna get, and I will enjoy every minute.

I read a good chunk of Tim Seeley's run on Nightwing, and he's good. There is hope that this just won't be a wet dream of a scantily clad chick with two half nekkid guys and dinosaurs! Dick Grayson is a pretty complex character, as are Rogue and Magneto, so I feel they are in good hands.

As a few who are reading this know, I've been looking for pre-order information. I still haven't found any. But I did find an exact release date for issue #1 -

January 15, 2025. It's already on my calendar. I will probably blow my husband's mind and buy both digital and physical on this straight away. I always get digital on the Kindle and use the points I earn to buy more digital, which saves me tons of $$$$. Then, I will buy the TPB or individual issues of the books I want. It's rare I go straight in. But I want more Rogue stories, and this is how you get more Rogue stories.

Hope all that was understandable. Thanks to a stupid change in insurance, I am without one of my meds, and I am feeling it. Lack of sleep, high anxiety levels, and a breakthrough migraine that won't stop. I may not have been all that coherent 😄. Anyway, love you bitches. I am making my way back. Slowly.

[welldonekhushi]

Codeword

OC's mentioned: Samantha "Scarlet" Wright, Halia "Sigma" Connors (@mutantthedark)

Summary: Halia and Scarlet get captured by the enemy soldiers.

Warnings: Violence, gun use, fighting, a curse word used?

Halia and Scarlet were held captive, as they were beaten and bruised heavily from the attacks and stuns delivered by the enemy soldiers. The two soldiers were on a mission together and suddenly, things took an unexpected turn when they got captured.

One of the soldiers kneeled down and faced Scarlet, as she breathed heavily with her head cast down. "Looks like both Athena's would have to give us what we want."

"Don't tell them a thing, Sergeant!" Halia shouted as the soldiers pulled her hair, keeping her intact as she groaned in pain.

Scarlet didn't say anything, but faced the soldier with a glare. The soldier smirked and gripped her jaw tightly, making her face towards him. "You will tell us where the missiles are. Right?"

Scarlet eyed Halia, who was hoping that the Sergeant wouldn't reveal anything about the hidden missiles that they were looking for, but the Corporal was about to witness something unbelievable. Scarlet looked back at the soldier, softly nodding.

Halia widened her eyes, not able to process if the Sergeant really meant that. She struggled a bit but the soldier held her tight enough that she couldn't even move. The soldier smirked and got back on his feet. "Stand up."

Scarlet raised her hands and gently got up, her eyes going back to Halia, who held a shocked face. The soldier brought her towards Halia, and made her fall on her knees so they two could face each other in perspective.

"Any last words you would like to say to each, before you two die after giving the intel?" The soldier asked.

Scarlet nods, and looks back at Halia. "Corporal. I know this is a tricky situation.. but you don't need to worry about it."

"But why would you do that, Sergeant?" Halia protested.

"I had no choice! This is for you.. and for the team. I'm doing this for all of you." Scarlet panted while she spoke. "But, don't you worry, Halia. Because time is the essence."

Hearing Scarlet say that, it surprised the Corporal, that instead of making her worried, it made her smile. A smile that brought hope back in her eyes. She knew Scarlet would never do such a thing. Something was imminent, and Halia knew it.

Just then, the soldier groaned and kicked the Sergeant gently. "Come on, you had enough. Let's go."

Even after the soldier gave her the command, Scarlet didn't move and kept looking at the Corporal. Having his patience tested, the soldier growled and slapped her face with his feet, much to Halia's shock.

"Are you getting up or do I have to put a bullet in your head, you bitch?!" The soldier drew his glock out, aiming the gun towards her head. But the moment anything could be initiated, the soldier felt her snatching his glock in a second, as she aimed back towards the soldier, glaring at him with the predatory eyes. As the soldiers could show any reaction, Scarlet shot him in the body multiple times. Finding it a distraction, Halia grabbed the soldier by the arm too and pulled him down on the ground with force, as chaos ensued.

Scarlet saw a soldier drawing out his knife to stab her but she punched him strongly in the stomach, and snatched the knife from him and stabbed him through the neck, killing him as he bled to death. Other soldiers were trying to hold her back by firing bullets, that made Scarlet hide behind the crates of the factory they were in.

On the other hand, Halia drew her pocket knife and attacked a soldier by surprise, stabbing him through the neck and turning him around, slashing his chest and punching him down on the ground. She grabbed the soldier's rifle and started to fire bullets over the other enemy militia who pinned down Scarlet.

Scarlet saw a soldier passed out on the ground two crates ahead. She had to time her moves while Halia gave her cover. She ran towards the other crate before the bullets could pierce through her, as she almost reached herself to the dead body. Halia made sure that the Sergeant was safe and sound, shooting the soldiers as possible. Scarlet did one last attempt, rolling towards the dead body and grabbing the rifle, checking the reloads.

Halia realised the reloads finished, and there were no remaining. She was now pinned down, and she wasn't able to see the Sergeant anywhere. She tried to look for her but she wasn't even there. Halia closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle. But, while the soldiers were focused on firing at Halia, Scarlet got up on her legs, as she marched towards the remaining soldiers, holding the rifle in her hand. Her hair is disheveled, and face bruised, and before the soldiers could turn around and face her, she immediately shot the soldiers that were taking cover behind the crate, killing them off. Scarlet panted for air, as she tried to control her breathing. Halia peeked a little, seeing the Sergeant in composure.

Halia's eyes moved towards a soldier who was still alive, and he was slowly approaching towards the Sergeant. The Corporal tried to say something, but Scarlet doesn't even look back. She took out her pocket knife, glanced at it for a few seconds, as the soldier began to charge at her, and Scarlet immediately turned around, throwing the knife towards it's head, as he gurgled and let out a gutteral moan from the impact, killing him as he slammed on the ground.

Scarlet threw the rifle away, and marched towards Halia, helping her get up. "Sergeant, are you—"

I'm okay, Halia. Let's just get out of here. I don't want to stay a minute in this shithole, anymore."

Halia realised the Sergeant's voice was a little hoarse, as she felt a bit of worry for Scarlet. But, knowing they two were now safe and okay, they made their way out of the factory, waiting until help arrived.

[apalkenndream1]

I'll Follow You Into The Dark || !Tav/!Reader x Astarion

(The brain worms demand this be posted)

Tags: fluff, soft, full squad, end-game spoilers

Word Count: 3,664

With the Netherbrain defeated and everyone cured of the tadpoles, Astarion has to flee from the sun once again. You follow him, of course, so he doesn't have to face the darkness alone. You head to the Underdark to help the vampire spawns find their way in this new world. Watching Astarion help his brothers and sisters warms your heart, reminding you of their freedom and how far he has come. He was once a man who only knew to live one way: deceive others and fight his way through everything. Now, he accepts the role of being a hero and helps out his siblings when he could've left them behind. Of course, his personality stays the same, including his sass and silly jokes in every interaction with them.

The two of you have found a home to call your own, making it comfortable for the time you can spend alone. While there may not be any sun to bask in, you make it comfortable with lanterns and a fireplace to keep you both warm. However, it never seems like quite enough.

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Lately, it seems Astarion has been less of himself, diving into readings and drawings instead of keeping up in conversation. Similar to humans having seasonal depression, it seems this vampire has a similar affliction. He has become a recluse, only coming alive when he's helping out the vampire spawns. You decide to bring it up to him, hoping to find a way to help him out.

"Hey," you say softly, hoping not to disturb him.

"Hello, beautiful." He smiles softly, finally looking away from his book.

"Whatcha drawin'?" You say casually, ensuring he doesn't know what's happening.

"My muse, darling. You." He uses his wicked grin, the one that always knocks the wind out of you. You softly giggle, eyeing his drawings of you.

His attention to detail, including your wrinkles around your mouth and by your eyes. He shades every detail exactly, capturing your essence in picture-perfect form. It's like you're looking into a grayscale mirror.

"Wow, you're incredibly talented. That looks incredible." You're taken aback by his abilities, speechless.

He blushes slightly, as much as a vampire can, "Oh, you're too kind. Now, what did you actually want to talk about?" He says, a little more sternly, as he can see you're holding back.

You sigh, let out a large breath, and look into his striking red eyes, "You seem a little...off. I'm worried about you, is everything okay?"

His eyes drop, and he sets down his book, looking at his hands, "I miss our adventures, our team, and the sun. A part of me wishes we had never gotten rid of those tadpoles. A part of me wishes it had never ended so that we could still be out exploring the world, exploring my home. I guess I didn't realize how much it affected me."

Your eyes well slightly; he has never been able to be this open to anyone before. You know how important it is to take this lightly, and you must comfort him. You wrap your arm around his shoulders and smile softly at him, "I miss it too, but we also got to save a lot of good people. I'd rather be down here, safe, with you than, ya know...growing tentacles and eating brains."

He laughs softly at you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. "I know you're right; it's just a hard thing to move past...Thank you for talking to me; I love you." He stands up, giving you a peck on the forehead, "I'm going to go gather some things for dinner; I'll be back shortly."

You both smile softly at each other and say, "I love you too." before he heads out. While it helped slightly, you can tell that he is still not 100% back to himself. Then, a lightbulb goes off, and you know exactly what you must do.

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You leave him a note so he knows you haven't disappeared forever:

Dearest Astarion,

I will be gone for a short while, but I will be back shortly. I've gone into the city, as someone needed some help retrieving an important item for them. Continue with dinner; this shouldn't take me long. I love you, see you soon.

Yours always,

(Y/N)

You gather some supplies for your trek back to Baldur's Gate, made simple by the Ancient Sigels, and get ready to assemble some people as well.

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Your first stop is the Sorcerous Sundries, assuming that's where he might be staking out. Since the end of Lorrokan, the tower has been home to Rolan, but he also wanted to learn more about the weave. What better person to do that with than Gale? He also took over the entire running of the Sundries, ensuring knowledge was accessible to all wizards. As you walk in, a familiar face lights up and runs to you with arms wide open.

As you embrace him, he laughs, "I wasn't sure you'd ever come out of the Underdark without your trusty lover!"

You chuckle, "It's good to see you too, Gale." You back up from him, looking him over in his newest and finest robes.

"You're on a mission, I see. What can I do for you?" Gale says, his voice more matter-of-fact.

You sigh, hoping he will understand what you're getting at, "Astarion hasn't been himself lately. He seems down like he needs a pick-me-up. I hoped to gather everyone to get together and see if that helps. Would you be willing to come to our home for a small party?"

Gale looks inquisitively at you like he's trying to read your mind. Then, he lets out a laugh as he grabs your shoulders, "Of course I'll come! Anything to help an old chum out of a rut. I'll also let Rolan and the tieflings know; it would be great for them to take a break!"

You smile, giving him a firm hug with a bit of a squeeze, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You don't know what else to do, as thanks would never be enough.

You head off to your next destination with a large smile on your face.

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One of the few places with a lot of greenery is where two of your Druid friends spend their time: Halsin and Jaheira. When you find them in Bloomridge Park, you see them and Arabella assisting other Druids to become one with nature. They are so focused on the task at hand that they almost don't see you walking up.

"Y/N!!" Arabella shrieks, running to give you a hug around your legs. You bend down to return the favor.

Halsin smiles in your direction, crossing his arm across his chest and smiling towards you. "It is great to see you, friend. It's been a while; glad to see you getting some sun."

"Welcome back," Jaheira says softly, giving you a nod.

"Hello to you all. It's great to see you helping out the younglings," You grin, wondering if you'll be asking too much of them. Taking them away from the younglings seems like a large ask, considering the kids are new to this side of nature. You start to second-guess yourself, wondering what aspects this might have against them.

"You are concerned; let us know what you are thinking," says Jaheira, a fellow look of concern on her face.

"I don't want to take you away from these children; it seems like a bad time to ask something of you." You kick the ground lightly, feeling nervous.

Halsin smiles, looking at you caringly, "Whatever you have to ask, I'm sure it is necessary."

You look up at them all; they have warming smiles on their faces, making you feel better. "Okay, well, Astarion has been feeling a little down lately. I was thinking of ways to make him feel better, so I thought about getting everyone together in the Underdark. It's a lot safer, and Astarion has been working with the vampire spawn to teach them how to take care of themselves properly. Only if you're able to; not a big deal if not." You realize you have rambled on to them and get nervous awaiting their answer.

"YES! Let's go, please, please, please!" Arabella shouts, vibrating with excitement.

Halsin and Jaheira laugh, holding onto her shoulders to try to calm her down. "Of course, we'll be there, Y/N. That is never too much to ask of us." Halsin exclaims, smiling to try to comfort you. Jaheira nods in agreement, a similar smile across her face.

You grab them in a group hug, feeling fulfillment all throughout your body. "Thank you. I appreciate this more than you will ever know." With a final squeeze, you allow them to get back to their hard work.

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Your idea is finally coming into fulfillment, adding a skip to your step as you head to Wyrm's Rock Fortress. There are quite a few people you can talk to here, but the chances of them being able to step away is very slim. The first stop is the barracks to chat with the two behind getting the military ready to protect the people. You walk in to see them hard at work, helping the beef up the crew.

"A'right, soldiers, take a moment to recoup before we get back into the training," Karlach states in a stern tone, one you've never heard.

"T'saik, I never rested in my training; you are too soft, Karlach," Lae'zal exclaimed, rolling her eyes at this obviously tense partnership. Karlach gives her a soft punch on the shoulder when she sees you out of the corner.

"No fucking way," she states, running towards you and tackle hugging you. Lae'zal sanders over with the slightest smile on her lips.

"Why are you here?" she asks, some confusion in her voice. It's only suitable; it's been a month since you've seen the surface.

You let out a sigh, feeling their confusion, happiness, and slight sadness. You've been so concerned with helping Astarion that you never thought about how it could affect the others.

"I'm sorry I've been gone so long and that I've come to ask a favor. I should've come and visited earlier; I apologize." You say sheepishly.

"Oh, soldier, don't worry about it. I'm sure you've been just as busy as us." Karlach states, flinging their arm around your shoulders. Lae'zal crosses her arms, looking into your eyes with dismay.

"I still came to visit." She seems a little more cranky than usual, probably since she's here helping people who aren't even Githyanki. Perhaps it's disappointment in her high expectations, or maybe she's worn out from defeating Vlaaketh and rebuilding her home.

"Lae'zal, ease up, will ya?" Karlach says, her eyes a little more piercing than usual. "What do ya need?" She smiles towards you, her arm still on your shoulders.

"I wanted to see if you could come and do a bit of a house party for Astarion. He's been feeling quite depressed since we went to the Underdark, and I think it would cheer him up." You try to sound enthusiastic, but it comes out a bit more pleading than you want.

"Always aiding him when you should be here with us," Lae'zal says through gritted teeth. This statement grants her another intense stare from Karlach, to which she just bears her teeth at her.

Karlach looks back towards you and grins, "We will be there after we finish training. I'm sure they won't mind a night's rest from this one." She points over at Lae'zal, who just rolls her eyes at the gesture. You smile and give Karlach a big hug, which no longer burns since fixing her engine. You glance at Lae'zal, who finally uncrosses her arms and relaxes as much as she can.

"I will be there by no choice of my own." Lae'zal scoffs, a sign that she isn't as upset as she gives off.

"Alright, where's Wyll? He's next on my list." You say, looking around and expecting him to be there. Usually, he is around to help the Blades of Avernus grow and learn how to protect the city.

"Oh, he's downstairs. That's where the Blades practice after he rebuilt the old prison as a training ground." Karlach says before turning back to the trainees. "Break over! Let's get back to it."

As they line up, you head down to what used to be Wyrm's Rock prison. Once you get down the stairs, you take in the new training area. It's fitted with all the best weapons, shields, and armor that Baldur's Gate has to offer. As you look around in awe, you hear Wyll helping the Blades of Avernus gain in ranks.

"Blades, we have a special guest; please give them your respect," Wyll states before you can even process it. All the Blades stand up and give you a sign of respect. You nod towards the soldiers, and Wyll says, "At ease, back to your training."

He turns to you and smiles, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You smile back at him with the same twinge in your stomach that you had when talking to Karlach and Lae'zal. "I'm getting everyone together for a get-together at my home. I was hoping you might be able to come. Astarion is having a hard time, and I think it could cheer him up." You look up at him softly with the same break in your voice.

"You can count on me." He says, saluting you with a grin. "I should be done shortly; I'll head there as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Wyll. I'll see you tonight!" You bounce off, successfully recruiting all your friends for a fun night.

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Before heading home, you head to Behive General Goods to gather some goods for tonight. You realize that it's going to be hard to surprise Astarion with all of these people and groceries. It's time for you to add a step to your plan.

You head back to the Underdark, hiding your groceries somewhere Astarion couldn't see them. You then head to Dalyria's home, heading to ask her for help with distracting her 'brother.' You knock on the door, waiting for a response before walking in.

Dalyria opens the door and smiles once she sees your face. "Y/N! Come on in." You walk through the door, returning her smile.

"Hi, Dalyria, I have a favor to ask. Could you possibly distract Astarion for an hour or two? I have a surprise for him." You smile brightly towards her.

"Easily. I'll go over there now! Do you need him to leave the house?" She says kindly, happy to assist obliviously.

"Yes, please! There will be quite a few people. Can you also ask your other siblings to come over a little earlier? You and Petra can come with him when the time comes."

"Yes, I absolutely can do that. Oh, I am so excited. It's been a while since I've had to keep a secret." You instantly know what she means, but try not to let the thought hold you too long.

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Once you see Astarion leave with Dalyria, you grab your hidden groceries and get the party set up. While you don't have to make food for him, you start cooking for your food-eating friends. Along with that, you set up some carafes of wine out on the table. Once you have things finished, you hear familiar voices outside your home. You run up to the door and open it to a crowd of faces that light up your heart. They start pouring in, each with something in their hand. This went from a small party to a much larger gathering than you expected. Thankfully, they brought enough to cover everyone.

You look around as your longest friends mingle with each other, laughing and filling your home with warmth and joy. You can't wait to see how Astarion reacts when he shows up with Dalyria. The vampires come in shortly after everyone arrives and begin mingling with the crowd. Your plan has finally come together and ended up even better than you imagined.

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When you see Astarion approaching the house, you shush everyone for his entrance. As he opens the front door, everyone simultaneously shouts, "SURPRISE!" Astarion looks around in absolute shock, taken back by all the kind and familiar faces. He lets out a loud laugh as everyone joins in, surrounding him to say hello. You allow him to mingle around with his long-missed friends to allow him to glow up.

You watch him at a distance, smiling as you see him joking and laughing with everyone. Seeing him return to himself brings you a joy unmatched by anything you've felt since you first met. He looks around, locks eyes with you, mouthing 'I love you' and grinning. You mouth 'I love you more' back to him, winking as you move to mingle with the others. You walk over to the group to listen to the conversations being had.

You listen to adventures retold, new experiences from the point you all split ways, and everything in between. From Gale's tales with Tressym and Rolan to Wyll's expertise with the Blades of Avernus, everything seems to feel back to normal with everyone except Lae'zal. She is recluse, not talking with everyone and keeping to herself. You decide to speak to her privately to see what you can get out of her.

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"Lae'zal, can we speak, please?" You say softly so the others don't hear.

"Tsk'va, why would I want to talk to you? I am only here because of Karlach." She scoffs, crossing her arms like she did at Wyrm's Rock. You sigh softly at her, grabbing her arm to drag her outside. She yelps, but you get her outside before she can throw a fit.

"Let me go, istik." She hisses, yanking her arm away from you. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm here to ask you what is going on. Why are you so angry at me?" You say, crossing your arms to meet her energy.

She rolls her eyes, annoyed at you. "Is it not obvious? You left us for SO long, not even a word or a letter. You could've been dead for all we knew. Then, you come back and ask us to do you this favor when we know you'll just leave again. This will be the last time you see me." She glares at you, keeping the energy she's had the whole time.

You sigh, understanding her frustration and taking it in. She's completely valid in her concerns, but you aren't sure what to say to make her feel better. "You are completely valid in your feelings. I got so encompassed down here that I didn't think about the effects it would have on everyone else. I'm sorry; I truly am. I promise going forward that, I will come up with more. We can plan night events as well to bring Astarion around. I should've done this from the beginning, but I will correct my actions going forth."

Lae'zal takes a deep breath and relaxes her stance more. "If you break this promise, I will never forgive you. I will leave you behind like I have done to many before you. I will accept it...for now." She glances at you and then back inside. You take the hint and follow her back into the party.

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When you return, it seems that no one noticed your little skiff outside, and they're still mingling together. You go and grab yourself a drink from the table when a hand all too familiar to yourself rests on your shoulder.

"Thank you, darling," Astarion whispers, kissing you on the cheek gently. You smile at the kiss and turn to him to see his soft smile. "This means so much to me; how did you know I needed it?"

"I know you better than you know yourself. I needed it as well, ya know?" You smile as you rest your hand on his cheek. He rests his face against your hand, closing his eyes to your soft touch. This moment makes you both forget you're in a room full of people. You softly rub his cheek, but your moment is quickly dispelled by hooting and hollering by your friends in the room. Astarion whips back at them, and they immediately silence themselves, sipping their drinks. He bursts into laughter and heads back to the group, winking back at you. You join them, telling stories and gaggling about everything. The night flows into the morning, wrapped in love and friendship for the whole time.

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Everyone has left, most helping to clean up and leaving you and Astarion to relax after the long party. He sits on the couch, and you lay next to him, resting your head on his lap. He plays with your hair as you sit in silence, closing your eyes to his touch. You sit in silence for a while, the first in the last few hours. After a while, he breaks the silence in a hushed voice.

"This night is one I won't forget for a while. I didn't realize how long it had been since we had seen everyone. I missed the laughter, the stories, and their presence. Thank you, dear. I will never be able to stop thanking you." He smiles at your calm face, looking at every crevice that he adores.

You open your eyes and smile back at him, looking lovingly in his eyes. "I would do it again, a thousand times over, just to see that lovely smile of yours." You sit up, bringing him into a soft kiss, feeling him smile throughout. Your kiss deepens, filled with passion, love, and thrill. You pull back, resting your forehead against his, both grinning from ear to ear.

"It's nice to have you back."

"It's good to be back, my sweet."

[pocketseizure]

fic prompt: epilogue botw-pre totk Link and Zelda starting a cooking show in front of a live audience

“Thank you for joining us once again on Hyrule Kitchen! We’ll close tonight’s episode with an elimination round.” Aurie Taamu flashed a smile at the cheering studio audience before returning his attention to the camera. “We’re jumping right back into the action with the grand reveal of our two chefs’ creations on the theme of ‘Cool Treats for a Hot Summer.’ Chef Link, what have you got for us on this sultry summer evening?”

“I’ve prepared curry rice, a summer favorite in my hometown,” Link announced as he lifted the lid from his dish to reveal a plate of smooth amber curry paired with glistening white rice. “I added fresh apples for sweetness, and it’s so spicy that the heat will be the last thing on your mind. I hope you enjoy this taste of Hateno Village.”

The first judge, a restaurant critic from the fashionable Riverside District named Gotter, sat behind a half-empty plate of Link’s curry. “The spice is lovely, and I can taste the freshness of the apples in the render,” he said, “but it’s evident that the dish was prepared with ready-made roux. It aims for a flavor that would more properly be brought out with time. I give it a six.”

The second judge, a bestselling travel writer named Beedle, hadn’t left a single grain of rice on his plate. “I appreciate the pumpkin you’ve added to the curry,” he said. “It’s a welcome bit of texture, but far from sufficient. After sweating all day, I want sustenance, not delicacy. Without carrots or potatoes, the curry feels meager. I give it a four.” 

“And with that, Chef Link receives a commendable ten points. For those watching at home, please check our website for Link’s apple and pumpkin curry recipe. Now we turn to Chef Zelda. What have you prepared for us?”

“Well, sir, I read your Notes on Cooking in the Wild when I was young, and it made a big impression. Inspired by your work, I’ve whipped up banana crêpes with chocolate, fresh cream, and a special ingredient – smotherwing butterflies!”

Zelda beamed as she extended a crêpe to the center camera, which zoomed in to capture the detail of a glistening black wing nestled next to the chocolate garnish.

“That’s certainly a surprise! And might I say, what a marvelous idea. Smotherwing butterfly essence is indeed a panacea for intense heat. What do our judges think?”  

Gotter’s face seemed somewhat green. “While I admire your choice of unusual ingredients,” he began, “a few drops of essence would have sufficed. I would never have guessed that anyone would mix actual insects into the cream. It’s not inedible, but the thought of eating bugs is difficult to stomach. I must regret that I’ll have to give this concoction a one.”

Beedle, on the other hand, was overjoyed. “Marvelous!” he cheered. “Wonderful! Fantastic! What a bold stroke of genius to dice the butterfly into the cream.The crunchy texture adds an evocative originality to a simple dish. I felt like I’d stopped on the road across the Akkala plains to watch the butterflies on the mountainside meadows. Delicious! I give it a nine.”

“What a surprise, folks!” Aurie Taamu crowed. “The elimination contest has ended in a draw. It looks like both Chef Link and Chef Zelda will continue to the next round. I know I speak for all of us when I say that I hope they’ll continue to learn from each other, and I can’t wait to see what they create in future episodes. As always, keep checking our website and socials for news and recipes! Who knows, perhaps we can persuade Chef Zelda to share some tips on unusual ways to use traditional ingredients!

“That’s all for tonight, but I’ll see you all again on the next episode of Hyrule Kitchen!”

.

“The live audience responded well to the tied score,” Aurie Taamu explained. He glanced at the executive producer, who frowned as he watched a replay of the footage. Being alone with the producer in the upstairs recording booth put him on edge, and he found himself losing his usual cool.

“No one wanted to eliminate either of them, of course,” he continued. “We think this initial confrontation will add a spark of drama to pairing them together later. But perhaps you had other plans? I realize now that I should have consulted you first.”

“No, you have the right of it,” Ganondorf replied. “Those children are our top audience draws, though I can’t for the life of me understand why. Their choice of dishes was uninspired, and their recipes are basic. Neither of them used seasonal ingredients, and their preparation was sloppy. They didn’t clean after themselves as they worked. I’d be surprised if they washed their hands. Their only talent is their enthusiasm.

“Regardless. I just made an arrangement with our Hebra affiliate. The next challenge needs to include salmon. Keep it subtle, but make it happen.”

“Understood.” In his relief to be dismissed, Aurie Taamu was struck by a bolt of inspiration. “You know, sir, the two of them should compete against you at the end of the season.”

A sinister grin spread across Ganondorf's face at the suggestion. “Maybe they will, one day. If they make it that far.”

[muiitoloko]

Hi! I was wondering if you take requests and if so, could you please do a harry hart hc! it could be anything at all from smut to fluff and anything inbetween! tysm

Author's Notes: Yes, I am accepting requests! Thank you very much for your order. I already had a headcanon of Harry in my drafts, but in writing I focused only on Harry Hart without including an original character or reader element. So I hope this satisfies your request. Thanks again for ordering!

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- Harry's life outside the spy agency revolves around his love for butterflies. He spends his free time as a lepidopterist, studying and collecting butterflies. His house is adorned with paintings of butterflies, and he has an extensive collection of stuffed butterflies displayed on his walls.

- Harry has a dedicated notebook where he sketches and draws intricate butterfly illustrations. He finds solace in the delicate beauty of these creatures and loses himself in the art of capturing their essence on paper. It's a private and therapeutic hobby that allows him to unwind from the demands of his spy life.

- In terms of his sex life, Harry is no stranger to one-night stands. His dangerous career and the commitment it demands make it difficult for him to maintain long-term relationships. However, he is a skilled lover who knows how to please a woman, adapting his approach based on his partner's preferences or his own mood at the time.

- While Harry can be rough and dominant in the bedroom, he is also capable of showing tenderness and kindness to his partners. He is perceptive and attentive, always attuned to their desires and needs. He enjoys exploring different dynamics and role-playing scenarios, creating a thrilling and fulfilling experience for both parties involved.

- Harry's encounters are discreet and carefully chosen, ensuring the safety of both himself and his partner. He values privacy and understands the importance of maintaining secrecy in his line of work. His rendezvous are passionate, but he never lets emotions get too involved, keeping a firm boundary between his personal and professional life.

- Despite his casual approach to relationships, there are times when Harry yearns for something more. He craves a deeper connection and companionship, but the nature of his work makes it challenging to pursue a traditional romance. He often finds solace in the arms of his partners, appreciating the fleeting moments of intimacy they share.

- Harry's encounters sometimes serve as an escape from the high-stakes world of espionage, allowing him to let go of the weight of his responsibilities and indulge in pure physical pleasure. It provides a temporary respite from the dangers and complexities of his life as a spy.

- When it comes to his partners, Harry is selective and values intelligence, confidence, and a sense of adventure. He is drawn to strong-willed individuals who can match his wit and engage him both mentally and physically.

- Harry's love for butterflies parallels his approach to relationships – appreciating their beauty and fleeting nature. He embraces the transient moments, cherishing them for what they are, but always aware that they may flutter away in an instant.

[kaigarax]

When You Craft With Me

or The 3 Times You See Someone Else + The 1 Time You See Him

Sasori (of the Red Sand) x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with an inquisitive mind."

1.

“Sasori,” you smile at the Puppeteer as he enters the room. You seem to have been resting your head on the side of the table but were quick to perk up at his sudden appearance.

It takes the Puppeteer a moment to realise you’ve said his name - it sounds… different when you say it.

Your smile is bright and innocent; and it warms his heart. So, Sasori ignores you, snapping his gaze in the other direction as he makes his way through the room.

Sasori’s relationship with you had always been a rather strange one. At least from his perspective. There’s just always been this strange push and pull. He does something rude and you ignore the brash behaviour choosing to instead annoy him.

Something like what’s happening right now.

You practically jump out of your seat as you make your way towards him.

Sasori takes note how you always walk with your hands behind your back. At first he thought it might be because you were holding a weapon but he eventually came to conclude that it was just a strange quirk of your character. It’s annoying and subtle - yet draws in the Puppeteer’s attention immediately. It makes you seem older. Not exactly in appearance but essence. Something reminiscent of his grandmother.

His eyes narrow in on you as you turn your head to the side. He thinks it’s cute. That you’re cute as you eagerly wait for him to finally acknowledge your presence.

And, Sasori thinks, perhaps this time he’ll humor you. Afterall, it’s not as though he has anything to lose by entertaining you at this moment. It’s what his grandmother would do.

“What do you want?” Sasori asks, his voice the deep brooding one of his puppet insead of the boyish one he thinks you’d like to hear.

You smile, “we should head into the nearby village.”

“And why would I want to do that?”

“Because there’s a festival. You enjoy those kinds of things, don’t you?” You ask as though you already know the answer and it makes him feel disgusted yet intrigued at the same time.

“No,” he smiles slightly, “I don’t.”

And you frown in response.

Sasori, both now and when he was young, has never been a big fan of festivals and he finds a sick sort of pleasure in seeing your bright smile fade. It’s not as though that smile has ever been for him in the first place anyways. Yet, somewhere beneath that sick pleasure, Sasori feels a tinge of regret. Not the kind that becomes tears and apologies but the simple kind that manifests itself as fresh flowers on the windowsill (because he knows you like that) or a new trinket in the hallway (because it brings just the smallest amounts of life into the base).

Of course, the Puppeteer would never admit to such things but he thinks that you know it’s him. At least he hopes that you don’t mention it to the others.

Ah yes, the others.

Sasori has never been a big fan of the way the others speak. So unrestricted and crass. So different. There is, for one thing, the different slang that comes with growing up in other places. It often causes confusion in communication. But the hardest part is in the placement of words. Most times, Sasori often finds himself feeling just slightly… out of step with the others when they speak. But, strangely, not with you.

Perhaps it’s because of age.

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2.

It’s bright and early in the morning when Sasori makes his way into the kitchen. He’d been assigned to another one of those capturing missions and wanted to make quick work of something so tedious. Of course, needing to make quick work would mean having to start the day earlier.

And this is what causes Sasori to run into you.

You’re sitting at the counter peeling a fruit of some kind. You’re humming something to yourself that seems strangely familiar to the Puppeteer. Perhaps because he’s heard you humming it before?

Anyways, your presence causes Sasori to halt in his tracks.

He isn’t quite sure of how to approach you. Isn’t quite sure if he wants to engage in conversation or cautiously wait in the shadows until you leave. Of course, you’ve always been good at chakra sensory so you might have already spotted him but the chance that you haven’t yet is always there.

If you have noticed him you don’t bother to say anything.

Instead you stay seated, concentrated on the task at hand.

You always were quite good at completing what you set your mind to and it was something Sasori… admired. Though it seems rather obvious that you would be good at something like this if you were able to enter a group as exclusive as the Akatsuki.

You’ve positioned yourself directly in front of the window in such a way where the natural light can help you finish what you’re doing. Of course, Sasori thinks it’s ultimately dumb because you’ve positioned your back to the door opening yourself up to sneak attacks. Your hair falls around your face as you lean forward and it shimmers in the light of the sun and it feels almost nostalgic for Sasori as he watches you. As if he’s seen something like this before.

“Do you want one?” You ask.

Sasori almost jumps, “what was that?”

“Do you want one?” You’ve turned away from the window and towards him, who's been looming in the entrance of the room. You hold the fruit out to him with a small smile on your face.

Upon a quick inspection Sasori’s first instinct is to reject your offer. He remembers when his grandmother had tried to give him that very same fruit. He, a rather brash and spoiled boy, spit the trash out immediately. He could barely fathom how his grandmother could eat it back then, much less how you’re able to eat it now.

Actually, Sasori’s pretty sure this is the exact same fruit he told you that he vehemently hates. At the time he hadn’t exactly given you a reason why but he thought at least this you would have remembered.

But… he supposes that there has been a long time since he’s last tried it.

And it wouldn’t hurt to eat something fresh for once.

And he quite likes the way you smile brightly when he takes the fruit.

Your eyes light up in that way they always do when you look at him and Sasori’s heart races. He isn’t quite sure for what reason. Sometimes he thinks anger - because he feels as though you expect something from him that he can’t quite give. Others are embarrassed because this side of him isn’t one that he thinks he’d like to show to others. But most, he thinks, is disappointment. Disappointment because he knows that gaze isn’t for him.

The horrible flavours of the fruit sink into his mouth the first moment he takes a bite. Of course it still tastes horrible. What was he expecting anyways? He wants to scrunch up his nose and spit it out but forces himself to swallow. He’s a grown man after all and this is no time to be acting like a snot nosed brat.

Yeah. It still sucks.

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3.

“You’re better at this than I thought you’d be.” Says Sasori.

You grin, turning your head away from him, “well I had to be good at something, eventually.”

There’s a snippy quip at the edge of Sasori’s tongue but he bites it back. At least you’re trying to hide that smug expression so he’ll at least try to be… nice. Well, at least as nice as he’s capable of being.

Your fingers are quick and the gentle glowing blue of your hand feels almost… different from the other healers he’s been to. Not that he’s been to many different healers in the first place. Sasori hadn’t even been sure that your abilities would work on him in the first place but being left in the middle of nowhere and in the midst of a mission he had no choice but to accept your help.

It’s not exactly a pleasant feeling that fills Sasori but it’s… warm. Almost nostalgic - as if he’s back home sitting alone in his room, tinkering with his latest puppets. It’s almost as though you’re reversing everything. Not just the physical form but his chakra and soul, if that was possible.

He looks up again only to see that your eyes are directly on his own. Almost as if you’re looking for something that he knows isn’t there.

Sasori rolls his eyes, “don’t be a brat.”

You laugh, “and here I thought we were finally getting along!”

“We’re not.”

And your eyes are soft. Almost as if they were oceans to drown in.

So instead, Sasori chooses to focus on the gentle blue glow of your hands. Most healing, Sasori notes, is green. Though there are instances when people coat their hands in blue chakra in order to cut into someone. Are you directly putting your own chakra into him as you heal? Does it have something to do with a kekkei-genkai? A skill you developed on your own? Neither, at this rate, would surprise him. Sure, he did like to tease you for a lack in skills but ultimately you were a part of this group for a reason.

Eventually, the light blue glow shifted into a darker shade. Gradually becoming darker and darker as the warmth from your hands began to fade. Your expression remained neutral.

There’s a strange sensation that begins from where your hands are and works its way through his limbs until it’s right there at the tips of his fingers and toes. He feels as though he could fall asleep in your arms. That everything would be alright if he just suddenly stopped.

Oh. So this is why.

Did you happen to have control over the mind or something?

You must’ve with how much you seem to affect him.

“The weather’s quite pleasant.” You say, though your eyes are focused on his wound.

Sasori raises a brow, “is that a practiced response?”

There’s a shift, ever so slightly, in your healing, “I guess.”

“Thought so.”

“But you must admit, the weather is rather decent today.”

Sasori grunts in response, “depends on perspective.”

You look up, your eyes once again seeming to look deep into his own. Sasori wonders if you’re once again going to call his name. It seems to be on the tip of your tongue as you lean forward, sitting on the edge of your seat.

“Ready to bolt?” Sasori teases.

“And why would I bolt from you?”

He smirks, “you’d be surprised.”

Finally, after what feels like forever, the glowing from your hands stops. The high that he’d gotten seems to just suddenly halt. A sensation he finds himself missing despite not being apart from it for very long.

He reaches out to grab your hand but stops. It’s hovering only inches away from you.

You smile, “it’s calm right now.”

“And I’m completely at my lowest.”

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1.

“What are you reading?” Sasori asks.

Your head shoots up immediately from the book in hand - almost as if you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Your secretive look quickly shifts though as you spot Sasori.

“Hey,” you smile.

You flash him that warm half smile he’s grown familiar with. It’s the kind that makes him feel like the only person in the world; the one where his insides begin to toss and turn while his outsides seem to freeze up entirely. It’s the kind of smile that leaves him thinking about you for hours and the exact kind of smile that he absolutely hates.

Not because of any distraction it might cause - though it’s not a benefit either.

Not because he doesn't like the way it makes him feel.

And definitely not because he’s opposed to feeling those emotions.

No.

It’s because he can’t stand the fact that you don’t seem to see him.

Everytime it feels as though you’re looking at somebody else.

“Sasori?” You ask.

Even when you say his name it feels foreign. As if it’s something that belongs to somebody else.

He leans in towards you, a scowl on his face, “I asked you what you’re reading.”

“Oh. Just a story about the third great war.”

“Stupid.”

“Is it?”

“Well would I have said it if I didn’t mean it?”

You shrug, “I suppose not.”

He moves towards you, yet you don’t seem to respond. Instead you continue on reading. As if he’s not some dangerous and hardened criminal. As if he wasn’t declared one of the most wanted by his home village.

He snaps the book from your grasps suddenly.

At first he expects you to smile and laugh it off after a brief moment of shock but instead your eyes narrow in on him hard and determined.

Huh.

He almost thought you weren’t capable of such an expression at all.

You look as though you might jump him right then and there and start a fight.

Every part of you seems to suddenly be on edge.

Sasori thinks it’s quite the change of pace for you. That it’s very… refreshing. And he thinks that he quite likes this expression on you. At least more than that doe eyed look you always give him when you think he isn’t watching.

For once you are actually seeing him. And that makes him smile.

Fall in love with an inquisitive mind.

[jorsu]

The third commission for @kingofthewilds I tried something new and chose to made portraits of them and play a little with composition and primary colors the characters have. While making this I was inspired by SUPER ADORABLE original art provided by the fiance of @kingofthewilds! I really like the thought put behind those drawings every character has their own style and twist that makes them more interesting like jewelry, freckles or capturing the essence of the character in their expression. Also the outfits are stuning!!! ( I NEED to see more of Hannelore ;;; ) I would love to see more of them! Thank you so much for commisioning me once again and being so kind to share with me your writing and being patient with me;; Hope you both have a great day!