#The Fragrance Hero: Aroma

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Could you do Benedict Bridgerton with wife reader? She was pregnant and Bridgerton went to a ball. There's a man who makes a move on her and Ben is jealous. Then he saw that the man started to get all touched with his wife and she was clearly uncomfortable. Ben was her knight in shining armor and warned that man 😍 Do it how you want. Thanks !! :))

Handsome Hero

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Benedict's protective instincts flared when an unwanted admirer made his pregnant wife uncomfortable.

Word count: 847

Warnings: Fluff, asshole lord who does not know about boundaries

A/N:

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The grand ballroom of Bridgerton House was abuzz with laughter and lively conversation. The annual summer ball was in full swing, and the air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blooming roses intertwined with the rich aroma of fine wines and exquisite dishes. The grand chandelier sparkled above, casting a warm golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. Women in vibrant gowns and men in crisp suits twirled around the dance floor, their movements synchronized to the lively music of the orchestra.

Benedict stood near the refreshment table, a glass of champagne in his hand. His eyes frequently drifted towards his beloved wife, who was standing across the room. You were the epitome of grace, your hand resting gently on your slightly rounded belly, a soft smile gracing your lips as you chatted with Lady Danbury. Your gown, a soft pastel color, accentuated your natural glow, and the delicate lace trim fluttered with each subtle movement.

His heart swelled with love and pride. How radiant you looked tonight, he thought, the very picture of maternal beauty. Your laughter was a melodic counterpoint to the music, a sound that never failed to bring a smile to his face. But even as he basked in his admiration, a shadow of concern crossed his mind. He had noticed a certain gentleman, Lord Prescott, paying you undue attention throughout the evening. Prescott was notorious for his flirtatious behavior, and Benedict’s protective instincts were on high alert.

You were in the middle of a conversation with Lady Danbury, her witty remarks keeping you entertained, when you felt Prescott’s presence. His voice interrupted your chat, smooth yet unsettling.

“Good evening, Lady Bridgerton,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with an all-too-familiar mischief. “You’re looking particularly radiant tonight.”

You offered a polite but distant smile. “Thank you, Lord Prescott. I trust you are enjoying the ball?”

“Oh, immensely,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. He inched closer, his presence imposing. “But I must say, the evening has just improved considerably.”

Lady Danbury’s sharp eyes flicked between you and Prescott, her brow furrowing slightly. She gave you a subtle nod, recognizing your discomfort and excusing herself with a promise to catch up later.

You tried to steer the conversation towards safer topics, but Prescott was relentless. He leaned in, his hand brushing against your arm. The touch sent a shiver of unease down your spine. You stepped back, but he closed the distance, his fingers trailing down your arm lingering a moment too long.

“So, tell me,” he continued, ignoring your clear discomfort. “How are you finding the evening in your...delicate condition?” His eyes darted to your belly, a lecherous smile playing on his lips.

You stiffened, trying to maintain your composure. “Quite enjoyable, thank you,” you replied curtly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should rejoin my husband.”

But Prescott was undeterred. “Surely he won’t mind if I steal a moment of your time,” he said, his hand drifting dangerously close to your waist. “It’s not often one gets to converse with such a captivating lady.”

Benedict’s heart lurched as he saw the discomfort flash across your face. His protective instincts roared to the surface. Setting his glass down with a decisive clink, he strode across the ballroom, weaving through the throng of guests with purposeful steps.

He arrived just as Prescott leaned in, his hand now resting on your waist. “Prescott,” Benedict’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold as steel. The man turned, surprise and a hint of fear flickering in his eyes. “I believe my wife has had enough of your company.”

Prescott straightened, a smirk playing on his lips. “Bridgerton, always the gallant knight. We were merely conversing.”

Benedict’s eyes narrowed, his protective instincts roaring to the surface. "From where I stand, it appears you were overstepping the bounds of decency. My wife is clearly uncomfortable."

Prescott’s smirk faltered under Benedict’s intense gaze. “I suggest you find your entertainment elsewhere,” Benedict continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Before I forget my manners.”

Prescott paled slightly, mumbling an apology before slinking away into the crowd.

Benedict turned to you, his expression softening instantly. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. “Are you alright, my love?” he asked, his voice a tender whisper.

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I am now. Thank you, Benedict.”

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, careful of your growing belly. “I will always protect you,” he murmured into your hair. “You and our child.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “I know. You’re my knight in shining armor. My very handsome hero.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his heart full. “And you are my everything.”

As the music swelled and the dance floor filled once more, Benedict led you to the edge of the room, finding a quiet corner where you could rest and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace. His hand never left yours, a constant reminder of his unwavering love and protection.

[lvoryingrid]

Sweet Serenity Bakery.

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling city, the Number 2 hero, Hawks, stumbles upon Sweet Serenity Bakery, a hidden gem emitting an irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. The bakery, a haven from the chaos, becomes Hawks' nightly retreat, and the enchanting baker, (Y/n), captures his attention.

The city lights had dimmed to a mere whisper as Hawks descended from his nightly patrol, fatigue weighing on his crimson wings. The wind, gentle and soothing, whispered through Hawks' golden locks with a caress that felt like a soft melody. Each strand danced in harmony with the breeze, creating a tranquil symphony of movement. The cool embrace of the air carried a serenity that seemed to untangle the knots of stress and fatigue, leaving behind a feeling of weightlessness. He closed his golden eyes, allowing the calming sensation to wash over him. It was as if nature itself had taken a moment to cradle him in its arms, offering a brief respite from the chaos of the world below.

The ambient city sounds faded away as Hawks followed the enchanting trail of a sweet symphony. The air carried the irresistible scent of freshly baked goods, a warm and comforting melody that lured him towards a hidden haven. As he turned the corner, the bustling noise of the city gave way to a tranquil quietude, and there it stood – a bakery, like a secret sanctuary waiting to be discovered. The aroma, a delicate blend of caramelized sugar, vanilla, and the rich scent of perfectly baked dough, hung in the air like a fragrant embrace. The tantalizing notes mingled with the cool breeze, creating an ethereal invitation that beckoned Hawks to step inside. The bakery's exterior, adorned with a vintage sign and the soft glow of warm lights, exuded a nostalgic charm, as if it held the promise of timeless indulgence within its walls. Unable to resist the magnetic allure, Hawks pushed open the door, and the tinkling of a small bell announced his arrival. The interior unfolded like a storybook scene – shelves adorned with baskets of pastries, the golden glow of a counter displaying a tempting array of treats, and the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Intrigued, Hawks took a step further, and the bakery welcomed him with a comforting ambiance. It was a retreat from the chaos outside, a place where time seemed to slow down, and the worries of the world were momentarily replaced by the promise of sweetness. The interplay of warm hues and the aroma of baked delights created an atmosphere that felt like a warm hug, wrapping around him and inviting him to savor the simple pleasures within.

A girl stood behind the counter, her face bathed in the soft glow of the warm, ambient lighting that adorned the bakery. The air was infused with the delectable fragrance of freshly baked goods, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. Her apron, dusted with a hint of flour, bore the mark of a baker deeply immersed in her craft. Her warm smile was an invitation, a genuine welcome that resonated with the sweetness that filled the air. The gentle clinking of mixing bowls and the occasional hum of the coffee machine created a soothing melody, adding to the comforting ambiance. As she extended her warm greeting, her eyes sparkled with a passion for her creations, and her voice, like a melody, carried the essence of the bakery. "Welcome to 'Sweet Serenity Bakery.' What can I get for you?" The scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, wrapping the scene in an aromatic embrace, inviting Hawks to indulge in the sweet serenity that awaited him.

As Hawks approached the counter, the scent of freshly baked goods became even more pronounced, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The air hummed with the melody of soft tunes from the old radio, blending seamlessly with the tantalizing aroma that danced through the space. "Just a coffee, please. And whatever your favorite pastry is," Hawks requested, his voice carrying a rare gentleness that seemed to be drawn out by the bakery's ambiance. The girl's (e/c) eyes sparkled with appreciation as she prepared his order. The counter displayed an array of choices, each pastry a small masterpiece. The air was thick with anticipation as she carefully selected a pastry, presenting it with a genuine smile. "Here you go," she said, her voice echoing the warmth of the bakery. "One cup of our finest coffee and my personal favorite – the raspberry almond croissant. I hope you enjoy it." Hawks accepted the offerings with a nod of gratitude, and as he took a sip of the coffee, the rich flavor warmed him from the inside. The first bite of the pastry brought a symphony of textures – the flaky layers, the sweet raspberry filling, and the crunch of almond. Hawks turned his attention back to the baker behind the counter who seemed to embody the very spirit of the bakery. The genuine smile on her face hinted at a passion for her craft, and the twinkle in her eyes suggested a depth of warmth that went beyond the delectable pastries.

"You know," Hawks began, his golden eyes meeting hers, "I don't think I caught your name." Her smile widened, and she leaned casually against the counter. "It's (Y/n). And you're... Hawks, right? I've seen you around the city. The number 2 hero with the fiery red wings." Hawks chuckled, appreciating the way she recognized him. "Yeah, that's me. But right now, I'm just a guy enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee and the company of a charming girl." (Y/n) blushed, her playful demeanor shining through. "Flattery will not get you extra pastries, you know." Hawks continued to sip his coffee, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "Well, (Y/n), I guess I'll just have to rely on the irresistible allure of your pastries then. They seem to have a way of sweetening the deal." (Y/n) laughed, the sound like a delightful melody in the cozy space of the bakery. "You're quite the smooth talker, Hawks. But pastries are limited, so don't get your hopes too high." He leaned against the counter, the air between them charged with a playful energy. "No worries. I'm not here for the pastries alone, you know. It's the whole package – the warmth of this place, the aroma that wraps around you like a hug, and, of course, the captivating company." (Y/n)'s blush deepened, and she retorts "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special, Mr. Number 2 Hero." He chuckled, appreciating the banter. "Well, (Y/n), it's not every day that I stumble upon a bakery that feels like a hidden treasure in the city. And it's certainly not every day that I meet a charming baker who knows how to make even the simplest cup of coffee feel like magic."

As days turned into weeks, Sweet Serenity Bakery became more than just a place for Hawks; it became a refuge, a sanctuary that beckoned him with an irresistible charm. The bakery's warmth and the sweet notes of laughter echoing within its walls drew him in like a moth to a flame. Night after night, Hawks found himself gravitating to the doorstep of the bakery after his patrols. The scent of fresh pastries and the inviting glow of warm lights greeted him, a beacon of comfort in the quiet corner of the city. Each visit brought with it the promise of shared moments with (Y/n), who had become a fixture in his routine. Inside the bakery, the atmosphere shifted with each arrival of the hero. (Y/n) would look up from her work, a welcoming smile curving her lips. "Hey Hawks, the usual?" she would ask, already knowing the answer, as if the bakery itself had memorized his preferences.

The counter, once a place for casual exchanges, now held an undercurrent of familiarity. The air crackled with a tension that mirrored the conflicting emotions within him. The bakery, now became a stage where the subtle undercurrents of possessiveness played out. Hawks, couldn't help it as he stood at the counter, golden eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she prepared his order. The aroma of coffee and pastries seemed to swirl around him, but his focus was singular – (Y/n), the captivating baker who had unintentionally become the center of his nightly routine.

As other patrons entered the bakery, Hawks couldn't shake the surge of protectiveness that welled within him. His gaze lingered longer than usual on those who approached (Y/n), and an invisible barrier seemed to form around her, guarded by the wings that were once symbols of heroism but now became shields of possessiveness. (Y/n), unaware of the internal struggle unfolding before her, greeted each customer with the same warmth that had initially drawn Hawks in. However, as the bakery buzzed with activity, the jealous ember within him flared brighter. Hawks found himself standing a little too close, intercepting conversations with a subtle territorial edge, his actions fueled by a longing to keep (Y/n) exclusively within the sphere of his attention.

"You're becoming a regular here, Hawks. What's the secret behind your sweet tooth?" she looked up from her task, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Hawks, caught off guard, couldn't help the accelerated beat of his heart. The playful banter masked the possessiveness that had taken root, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain composure. "Well, (Y/n)," he began playfully, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "I suppose the secret is the irresistible charm of the bakery and its owner." he says with a smirk adoring his lips. (Y/n) chuckled, her (e/c) eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. "Smooth talker as always, Hawks. But there's more to it, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes." Hawks felt a mix of vulnerability and desire as he locked eyes with (Y/n). The bustling bakery seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in a moment of charged silence. The warmth of the bakery, the sweet aroma, and the playful banter were overshadowed by the unspoken tension that crackled between them.

Hawks, however, held her gaze with unwavering sincerity. The usual twinkle in his golden eyes now reflected a mix of desire and possessiveness, emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The tantalizing aroma of pastries and the soft hum of the bakery became a mere backdrop to the unspoken tension between them. "It's not just the sweets, (Y/n)," Hawks admitted, his voice a low murmur, "It's you. I can't get enough of you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that shifted the dynamics of their interactions. (Y/n)'s surprise lingered, her playful demeanor replaced by a subtle vulnerability. The air between them thickened with the unspoken truth, each passing moment carrying the weight of an uncharted path. Hawks, unable to restrain the possessiveness that had taken root within him, continued, "I want you to myself. I can't stand the thought of others having a taste of what should only be mine." The possessive edge in his words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Hawks had laid bare the desire to claim (Y/n), not just as a friend or a fleeting connection but as something more, something exclusive. The revelation hovered in the space between them, a palpable tension that awaited (Y/n)'s response.

As he awaited her response, the seconds felt like an eternity, and the symphony of the bakery's sounds became a distant hum. The golden glow of the lights overhead cast a warm hue on Hawks, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with vulnerability. The beat of his heart, once steady, quickened with every passing moment. The mixture of desire, possessiveness, and the uncertainty of (Y/n)'s reaction created a storm in Hawks' mind. The air, thick with the heady scent of baked goods and the promise of something more, seemed to press in on him, amplifying the racing rhythm of his heart. Each passing second heightened the intensity of the moment, and Hawks, for all his heroic exploits, found himself standing at the precipice of something new and uncharted. The subtle tension in the air mirrored the tempest within him, leaving him acutely aware of the fragility of the connection he had just exposed.

A sly grin danced on (Y/n)'s lips, the playful banter now shifting into a more intimate territory. The air, thick with the aroma of pastries and the unspoken tension between them, seemed to crackle with anticipation. Closing the gap between them, she leaned in towards Hawks, her voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I get off work at 9," she said, her words carrying a flirtatious undertone that hung in the air like a secret shared between them. The proximity between their bodies created an intimacy that transcended the bustling bakery around them, making the moment feel like a stolen secret in the midst of a crowd.

As she leaned in, Hawks, overcome by the intoxicating blend of emotions, mirrored her movements. Closing the remaining distance, he gently cradled her face in his hands, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that spoke volumes. The warm glow of the bakery lights framed the scene, turning the space between them into a sanctuary where time seemed to pause. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a fusion of warmth and sweetness that transcended the flavors of the pastries surrounding them. The world outside ceased to exist as the bakery, with its aroma of baked goods and the hum of daily life, became a backdrop to this intimate exchange.

"See you at 9," Hawks whispered, his words a tender promise that carried the weight of unspoken emotions. With a fleeting glance, he headed towards the door, leaving (Y/n) standing there, her (e/c) eyes wide with a mix of surprise and realization. As the door closed behind him, the ambient sounds of the bakery seemed to return in full force, but for (Y/n), time stood still. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, she touched her lips, a gentle smile playing on her face as the warmth of the shared kiss lingered.

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▶ Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x GN Reader

▶ Genre: Fluff (tiny bit of a slowburn), Romance

▶ Word Count: 11,800 (Exactly!)

▶ Story Notes:

- "Shokupan" is just Japanese for Milk Bread

- I began writing this during Golden Week, but it's over now (Apr 29 - May 5)

- Golden Week is a series of festivals and holidays in Japan, but I didn't go into much detail with it in the story

▶ Warnings: None (Although I might want you warn you that this isn't exactly the best I've written since I'm not very good with romance >///<)

The bell chimed by the door, the light ringing making its way throughout the little bakery. Golden ribbons of sunlight were just barely beginning to peak through the windows, coating the entire shop in its sleepy yet cozy filter.

It was early in the morning, much earlier than when most people got up for the day, but as a baker you saw it as your duty to fulfill the daily tasks for your job - no matter how tedious or dull. It was what got you your job, after all.

Just as any other day customers filed in and out in wide, nearly empty groups, the early morning crowd mainly consisting of office workers, students and teachers, tired night-shift workers ready to rest, and sometimes a hero or two if you got lucky enough.

The syrupy aroma of various pastries, breads, and sweets filled the shop in a warm and inviting atmosphere. The sweet fragrance was something you had enjoyed when you first started working there, but you realized to your disdain you had eventually grown numb to it's smell.

The bell chimed in rhythm with the creaking of the door, accompanied with the sound of the cash register letting out its little clicks and beeps as you paced yourself around the small group of customers. And so the steady rhythm of your everyday life was beginning once again, just as it had done so many times in the past.

Finally, after waving goodbye to a little boy and his older sister you looked up at the clock to realize the early morning rush had finished. It wasn't too bad that day, and since it was the smallest rush of the day it normally helped to wake you up and let you prepare for the bigger crowds that come later on.

Just as you were pulling out a new tray of sweet pastries from where they were sitting in the warm oven, a small commotion gained your attention. The bell on the door rang, and it was quickly followed by three students that came crashing in, clearly in a rush.

Upon closer inspection, you realized that they were most likely around your age. The tallest one had a bright and cheerful smile on his face despite the concern of what time they had on hand, with bright yellow hair to go with his blue eyes.

The girl next to him was also all smiles, with a warm and rather cute expression as she forgot about her surroundings and smushed her face up against the display case that showed what pastries and sweets you sold.

Finally, you didn't even notice the boy standing behind them at first, but after he stepped out to say something to the blond-haired boy you saw that he was much more timid, a shy and nervous expression on his face - some if it being hidden by the indigo colored locks that fell in front of it.

The blonde haired boy was the first that went up to you, the timid boy trying to pry the girl from the case as she went up and down the long glass rows.

"Hey! Is it alright if I get one honey croissant, and- just a sec" he smiled kindly and turned to the other two, a gentle urgency in his voice as he asked them what they wanted.

"Ooh! The mochi! No, wait, the coffee jelly! Wait, wait, wait! I changed my mind, I'm going with the mochi, it looks yummy!" The blue haired girl was ecstatic, jumping around with the energy you felt could compare to an excited 5-year old who wandered in with their mother.

Suddenly, all eyes were on the shy boy, and even as you packaged the orders that were already asked, you could see him visibly shrink under the attention. A small part of you felt a little bad for the boy, so you decided that you'd do something kind to make up for the nervousness he had, especially since you had some extra goodies left over from the night before that you didn't want to go to waste.

"So Tamaki, what's it gonna be?" The blonde asked the shy boy - Tamaki, you learned.

Upon this request, he visibly hunched inwards, stuffing his hands in his pockets and directing his attention to the ground, muttering a simple "I'm fine".

"Nonsense! C'mon buddy, pick something out and then we can head to school - it's on me!" The blonde enthusiastically patted the boy, Tamaki on the shoulder. He seriously didn't seem to want the attention, but nevertheless he still sheepishly pointed at the Milk Bread in the display, a plain yet sweet bread for the less adventurous. You realized he might've just picked something to get the boy's attention off of him for the time being.

Quickly handing the girl her mochi and and placing the honey croissant on the counter, you went to packaging the single piece of Shokupan in its box. Only, before you closed the lid, you got an idea.

The three rushed out of the bakery after paying, and in a way you felt a little accomplished, enjoying the tiny break in routine. It certainly wasn't everyday you met such characters like them, with such contrasting personalities. You could only hope they'd come back for another visit sometime.

As Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki hurriedly made their way back to UA in order to beat the bell for first hour they snacked on their little pastries, all except Tamaki, who shoved the box into his bag for lunch without even opening it.

It was a typical day at UA, with studying, training, quizzes, and so on. A day that Tamaki felt he could easily handle since the familiar routine with comforting and predictable.

It went this way up until lunch, where he sat confused with a blank look on his face as he started into the box that held his Shokupan he had ordered earlier out of panic. Blinking his eyes, he registered that there wasn't just a single piece of the sweet bread in the box all by its self, but rather it had company.

A cute little cookie sat next to the bread, decorated to look like a little kitty. He normally would've found it charming, but at the moment he felt like a thief.

There was another pastry in the box! What if you put it there by accident?! What was he supposed to do, eat it? Give it back? It had been sitting in his backpack all day, so Tamaki doubted it would still be able to be sold if he gave it back. But he didn't pay for this, was he considered a criminal if the offense was on accident?!

Paranoid thoughts ran throughout his mind, and he struggled to come up with a solution. Mirio looked over, and upon seeing his friend starting intensely at the box with his bread in it, leaned over to check out what was going on.

"Oh, sweet! They gave you an extra!"

Tamaki's eyes flew open at his friends dismissal.

"No! No, they must've put it in here by accident! Mirio what do I do? I can keep this, it's not mine!"

Mirio chuckled reassuringly, patting his nervous friend on the shoulder.

"Well even if it was an accident, I don't think you can give it back-"

Tamaki's panicked expression worsened, but Mirio quickly finished his sentence to avoid being taken out of context.

"- Buut what else can you really do but enjoy it? Besides, there's always the chance they were just being nice!"

Tamaki grimaced as he looked at the little cookie in the box, Mirio's words not reassuring him the slightest. He mentally slapped himself, it was just a cookie! It was probably just 50 yen anyways, why did he always have to overthink everything? Why did he make things so hard for himself?

Before he could decide on what to do, Nejire caught up on the situation and smiled while cheerfully reaching over the lunch table - towards his cookie.

"Hey, it you don't want it I can always eat it for y-"

However, before she could get another word in, Tamaki snapped the little container shut, causing the two pairs of eyes to settle on him due to the unexpected and sudden reaction.

"It's... Fine. It'll be fine"

The two others looked at each other in confusion at Tamaki's sudden change in demeanor, but before either could get a word in, the bell rang and signaled for them to get to class.

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Later at the end of the day, you were just coming home after your own day of work, tired yet fulfilled. It was a fun aspect of your life, getting to bake for people and all. Seeing people eat your own creations and enjoy them was what made it all worth it

As you got ready for the night, you couldn't help but wonder what happened to that shy boy and his friends that visited earlier that morning. They were so entertaining to see, and in a way you felt the most similar to the nervous boy - Tamaki.

It was silly to realize about, but everytime you thought about the boy, you felt a small tug on your heart. For now, you just decided to chalk it up as pity since the poor guy was a shaking mess when you saw him. Maybe he'd visit again with his friends...

The day after was the exact same, making pastries and sweets, serving people, cleaning some, and so on. Only, a small part of you was hoping to see the unlikely trio again, and everytime the door opened your eyes would involuntarily flicker over with a spark of hope.

The day dragged on, and the further it got the smaller your hope would shrink. At the end of the day with no sign of them, you could only sigh and scold yourself for thinking so foolishly, after all they were only customers that visited once.

Just as you were stacking the used trays so they could be put in the dishwasher, a small knocking on the front door caught your attention. Turning, you saw none other than the trio you were hoping to see - well two of the three, that is.

It was only the blond and Tamaki that were standing there, the girl being nowhere in sight. Admittedly, you chuckled to yourself before gesturing for them to turn the handle, only to have to yell in response to further confusion "It's open!"

The blond chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck, while Tamaki groaned in either embarrassment or annoyance. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

The door swung open, the bell chimed, and then they were in the shop. Seeing the place near empty (except the one regular who was eating by his lonesome near the back), both their expressions turned a little apologetic.

"Ah! Sorry if you're closing, we-"

The blond got caught off mid-sentence by Tamaki, and this was the first time you saw the boy speak on his own without being pressured.

"We.. We can go. You look busy- don't th-they look busy, Mirio? L-let's not bother them." He tried turning around to leave, tugging his unmoving friend's arm in the direction of the door. Finally he stilled and his shoulders slumped as he looked at his friend who refused to budge, a pathetic and pleading expression on his face. And that's when you felt it again, that thumping of your heart.

"Actually... It may seem empty, but I don't close for another hour." You gave off the warmest smile you could in hopes of reassuring the both that they weren't intruding. The blonde - Mirio, you learned- smiled in response while Tamaki's expression stayed one of pitiful nervousness.

"That's great! We just wanted to visit again to say how much we liked your sweets! They're great, really. Tamaki especially agrees, don't you buddy?" Tamaki groaned his friend's name as his face blossomed into a shade of red at his friends comment, and once again you tried to defuse his anxiety.

"Oh! That's so sweet of the both of you, I have some extras if you'd like one?"

Tamaki waved his hands in front of him, not wanting to deal with the guilt of more free food, while Mirio was about to ask something.

You cut the both off with a genuine smile, "No, really it's okay! It's technically regulation to get rid of the day's batch since we can't use or sell it the next day, so you'd be helping to not let some of that go to waste. Y'know, only if you want of course"

They both looked at you, watching them eagerly with your hands clasped together and a bright smile stretched across your lips. Tamaki felt his face grow hot and his heart speed up, and in a panic he gasped out and clutched his shirt, confused on this newfound feeling and not knowing what to make of it.

Mirio didn't hear any objections from his friend, so he looked over and assumed Tamaki was just panicking over the social settings again. Taking matters into his own hands once more, Mirio smiled and accepted for the both of them.

And so, that's how they walked out each with a small box of slightly stale (yet yummy) treats, courtesy of you being the kindest baker they've met so far.

They walked across the little town, the rays of the sun slowly lowering, it's golden streaks begrudgingly being torn from the surfaces it once covered. Since it was cool, people were out and about as they pleased, cleaning their shops, playing in the park, going shopping, walking pets, and so on.

The evening was nice and calm, allowing Tamaki's chaotic thoughts to settle down once again. Mirio was already eating his way through the box he was given, while Tamaki could only clutch his tightly in his grip.

He thought back to you in the bakery, with your kind smile and genuine atmosphere. Of course he noticed how everytime he became panicked your eyes would flicker over to him. Only, instead of the typical curiosity or pity, he saw something else in your expression. Relation. Familiarity. You understood how he felt, what his position was like.

The fluttering in his chest grew at the thought, and he could barely restrain this feeling of desire and longing that surrounded him everytime he thought of... You.

It was stressful and chaotic.. but it was pleasant. A feeling that wasn't like any other he's experienced before. After so many years of so much anxiety, finally getting someone who knew what it was like and finally feeling some emotion that was a joy to experience... It a freeing in a way.

The sun glittered where it sat, the golden beams of light stretching over Tamaki's face as he conclusively came to terms with what he was feeling by finally taking a bite of the cookie you gave him. And a newfound satisfaction filled his head, his emotions swirling around in a sweet mixture of chaos and joy.

After that interaction with them, you began to see the trio everyday, and they let you know that they had dubbed your bakery as their new hangout spot since they were there so often. It was never set in stone though, because sometimes you'd see all three, other times you'd just see two or one of them. Either way, it flattered you to have a new set of regulars visiting on the daily.

A new rhythm was put in place as they squeezed their way into your life, and as the weeks passed you slowly saw them less as customers, but more at friends.

You had already talked to most of them individually a few times, but you noticed that Tamaki rarely came by himself, mainly with one of the two. He talked everytime he was spoken to, but you could never get him to speak freely on his own.

Truth be told, each time Tamaki tried to approach you, his emotions would get in the way and he'd second-guess himself enough to bail out at the last moment. He couldn't even look your way without you immediately meeting his gaze and smiling, causing his brain to malfunction and his face to erupt in a shade of red. He hated how hard his heart beat in his chest whenever he entered the bakery, the mere thought of seeing you causing his mind to go into overdrive.

You on the other hand began to think his distancing was probably due to lingering anxiety, and so you wanted to do everything you could to get him to trust you more. Both his friends were naturally trusting and friendly people, so they were easy to befriend. Tamaki however, was much harder for you. He'd never reach past the initial point of politeness that you had already passed with the other two. It was shallow, and you wanted something deeper.

Each time Tamaki visited since then, he'd always be greeted first and he noticed you spoke to him much more than you did before. He couldn't shake you off, your kindness was sticky in a way, and it was hard to avoid. It only served to cause his emotions to rush about his head more aggressively, and as much as he was flattered to have your attention on him, there was only one problem. He wasn't good with attention, whether it good or bad.

Every night he laid on his bed, pondering how he would go about this. He couldn't just tell you about his feelings, what if you were just being kind because of your job? No, that wasn't an option for him, it was unprofessional.

He so desperately wanted to look you in the eyes and pour out everything that he was holding in his heart. To have your eyes set on him while he let his thoughts and feelings loose made him clutch his heart over his shirt, the mere idea thrilling but terrifying.

Every smile given his way caused his heart to thrum with elation, and every pastry you gave him made his head buzz with thoughts, always so loud and overthinking on the inside. It was a contrast only he knew of.

To be so excruciatingly chaotic and loud beneath the quiet and somber surface was nothing but a secret held past closed lips. He wanted to open up everything he held inside and let you in, you being the key to his lock. Truth be told, Tamaki was tired of holding it all in. Your welcoming nature and caring behaviors made him feel safe around you, as if he could just hug you and melt away as all his stress was lifted from him.

His thumping heart and doubtful thoughts made themselves known, and that's when he remembered what was keeping him from you. A chain of his own mind was the strongest leash that held him down. As much as he didn't want to be a prisoner of his own creation, he found that no matter how much he struggled he just couldn't loosen the reigns that his mind held over his heart.

And so, all he could do was to continue visiting the bakery, simply being glad to see your face wherever he could. Your sweet remarks were what made his day, being music to his ears. Tamaki had never met such a kind soul before, and he was absolutely captivated by your charms.

Soon enough, he began visiting more frequently on his own, and you were thrilled with the thought that he was getting more comfortable around you. Each time he visited you'd always send him with a little goodie bag with a pastry or two, something that you normally wouldn't do for just anyone.

There were only a few key encounters that you remembered with him. One was when you were closing up, with Tamaki sitting at one of the tables and keeping you company since you were by yourself that night. You had to walk home since the train was down that day, and Tamaki had offered to walk you there - for safety, of course.

"Are you sure?"

You hadn't wanted to push him so far out of his comfort zone.

"...It's dark. It wouldn't be safe you to walk on your own. Sorry."

And so you accepted, the two of you walking side by side until you got to where you lived. It was the fact that it was something out of the ordinary that made the memory so important to you. Along with the realization that he had come to you on his own advances, surely that could be a sign of acceptance or comfort?

Either way, you cherished the thought, and you held onto it with a rigorous hope blooming in your heart, growing only with each interaction.

As time moved on, the three continued visiting as much as they could, and you even spent some time with them outside of the bakery. Small festivities were being held since the one and only Golden Week was coming up, and they each invited you to come with them to the festivals and parades in the coming week.

The air buzzed with excitement, and the bakery was swamped with cheerful orders as people planned out their celebrations. You even had to go as far as pushing back your closing time just to accommodate all the orders, but you didn't mind too much since it was all in great spirit.

The end of the day approached much faster than you had realized, and you only came to know this due to the trio arriving at their usual time at the end of the day.

"Wow! It's crowded in here! Looks like you're gonna be busy for awhile, huh?" Just the same, Mirio was the first to greet you, with Nejire piping up behind him.

"O-oh, so does that mean you can't hang out?" She asked with slight dejection in her tone, yet it wasn't as prominent as her air of glee that nearly shadowed the small negative moment.

You looked at them with an apologetic smile, promising to take a day off to spend time with them at the festival. They both smiled in response, and Mirio went to Tamaki to hear his thoughts on the idea.

"That sounds fine with us! You can't control work after all, what do you think- ...Tamaki?" Your attention was directed to where the taller boy was looking behind him, and you three were all met with nothing. He wasn't there.

"Hm, I swear he was with us when we arrived!" Mirio's expression was now one of confusion, his brows furrowing.

"Yeah, I wonder- Oh! There he is!" Nejire began, then turned to point outside the door to see the missing boy still standing at the entrance - hands in pockets and trembling slightly.

The three of you turned to see what she was pointing at, and you huffed out a small laugh, realizing that so many people in one area would naturally be Tamaki repellent. So in a way you had no idea what you were expecting, but you weren't upset with the thought - just a little amused.

"Well, I guess that's where he is. I'll be sure to tell him, and we'll come back when it dies down, thanks for having us!" Mirio waved his hand as he held open the entrance door, Nejire skipping out and then waving from behind the glass window (shouting a muffled "bye bye!" that you couldn't fully hear due to the surrounding chatter).

You watched them go for a second, then realized something as Tamaki's eyes sorrowfully met yours, clearly upset with his timidness that caused him to not be able to see you properly due to his apprehensive feelings of being around large crowds.

It was the same look he had in the beginning when you first met him, one of utter powerlessness and regret. You weren't about to undo all the hard work you had built up to befriending him, so you rushed out with a small bag of goodies to help remind him of all your chats and walks.

"Tamaki-kun! Please wait!" The trio all turned almost immediately upon hearing your voice, Tamaki being the quickest to come to a halt and whip around. You were calling out for him, for him. Looking closer, he saw the typical goodie bag and understood your intentions.

"Here." You grabbed his hands and placed the bag gently in them, giving them a squeeze before waving bye to them and rushing back inside to assist your coworkers with the rush.

Tamaki was frozen in place. You held his hands. He couldn't believe it, wouldn't believe it if it didn't just happen in front of him. Mirio and Nejire both looked over, curious at the new information. Mirio then grinned as he realized what was going on, nudging his friend in the side with good hearted intentions.

"So-o~" Tamaki frowned at his friend's teasing voice, directing the gift away from his sight only for Nejire to approach him on his other side and attempt to grab the bag from him with gleeful curiosity.

"It's nothing, seriously" Mirio didn't seem to believe him as he looked at him with a smug grin and waved his eyebrows. Tamaki furrowed his own, and Mirio silently responded with a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. Before anything else could be said, Nejire turned at Mirio and they both shared a look of understanding before Mirio patted Tamaki and the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, if you say so~"

"I'm serious, Mirio-" He cut Tamaki off with a wave of the hand.

"Yeah, like I said, I get it. We'll just all hang out some other time, 'kay?"

And with that they all walked off, yet Tamaki couldn't forget the expression the two of his friends held, knowing they were always up to something. He'd just have to hope it wasn't anything bad.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

The next morning things began to slow down because your bakery was taking a day off to restock and prepare for the upcoming influx of orders, one of the biggest times of year - only coming second to Christmas and New Years.

It was your favorite kind of day, a day filled with no orders or customers, just baking and decorations and preparing. It was all hands on deck, the bakery set up to be swarmed with workers in the upcoming hours. You had come early to set things up, seeing as you had nothing else planned that day.

As you reached the entrance, you fumbled around your pocket for the key, the feeling of some unknown paper catching your attention. You huffed to yourself, hoping you didn't forget some wrappers in there again, only to be met with a neatly folded note upon pulling it out.

Catching you off guard, you nearly forgot to open up the bakery if it weren't for the sudden clank of your keys hitting the cement as they fell out of your pocket. Opening the doors and setting your things down, you finally unfolded the note to read its contents.

"Dear [Name],

When I first met you, you were the sweetest person I had ever met. You saw something in me others didn't. Your baking skills are unmatched, and your desserts are like little pieces of heaven. I always look forward to coming to the bakery just to see you.

If you want to find me, follow the upcoming clues. Find the next clue where you usually get your special ingredients.

- Your Secret Admirer"

Red began to coat your cheeks as your face warmed upon reading the note. Rereading it over another two times to make sure you didn't miss anything, you simply stood in shock, not knowing what to make it the sudden event.

It couldn't have been a person playing a prank, right? But then, why would they go through the efforts to write such a sweet note? It didn't make any sense to you... and all of a sudden it hit you. What if Tamaki-...?

Shaking your head, you pushed the thought away. He could've... He wouldn't... Right? But it did make sense with how shy he was... But he's not the type to do that! Right?

For a split second you considered dumping the note somewhere and starting work, when a flicker of curiosity got sparked on by a sliver of hope.

Maybe...

You'd give it a shot, after all what harm could a little game cause? Hopefully it'd be quick.

You read over the note once more, and immediately pinpointed the spot, as the "special ingredients" of yours were simply things that were prepared for the festivals.

You went out to the kitchen, and as you opened the pantry you saw white in the corner of your eye.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Meanwhile, Tamaki was getting ready to walk back to his home after training at UA - a daily occurrence on weekend mornings. Packing his things in his duffle bag, he jumped a bit upon hearing a crinkling after shoving a piece of his equipment in the bag. Hoping he didn't forget or damage something important, he took out a few things one at a time until he found the source.

A cute little note was sitting in his bag, surrounded by his clothes and training gear. A shiny red heart sticker decorated the front flap, and it was milk white. Not being able to do anything but stare at it in shock, Tamaki swallowed thickly, the note seemingly weighing heavily upon him.

He gently brought it out, hands shaking as he looked at it. His mind once again went into overdrive, thoughts pushing in and flying out all around his head.

On one hand, he didn't want to raise his hopes up only to be crushed. He was given enough joke letters in middle school to know better, and the memories of it caused him to break into a cold sweat as he stared the note in indecisive agony.

Then again... There was the (ever so small) chance that it could've been real. He didn't want to think about the logic, Tamaki only wanted this to end without anything bad happening. There was no shame in opening it, after all.

He delicately unfolded the note, taking a deep breath before reading its contents.

"My dear Tamaki,

You're always one of my favorite faces to see each day. You light up my day and you have the true heart of a hero!

If you want to find me, follow these clues: To find the next note, go to the spot that's filled with life in the air fluttering around you.

I look forward to seeing you!

~ Your Secret Admirer "

Nope. He couldn't do it. A simple note was one thing, but a whole search was another. What if he was led on? What if it was nothing but a prank? No, he couldn't handle the embarrassment.

He folded it and put it in his pocket, hiking his bag over his shoulder as he left UA high. As he made his way throughout the streets, he couldn't help but continually think about that note.

What if it really was someone that made it for him out of love? What if they were waiting somewhere for him? And how disappointed would they be if he didn't show up?! They'd think he was a jerk!

Tamaki stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and gripped his bag tighter under his hands. Looking down at the ground with an agonized expression, he didn't know what to do. He didn't like drama, and he certainly didn't want to in middle of something like this, completely the dark.

Well.. 'fluttering'...

He had a small idea of where the other note might've been. Maybe taking a small detour wouldn't hurt...

Tamaki breathed in to ease his nerves. If it got to be too much he wouldn't push himself, he'd just quit.

He turned and made his way to the park, heading straight for his favorite area where the butterflies liked to group since there were clusters of flowers over there. He looked around, in no hurry and simply enjoying scenery. That's when he saw a note taped to the large oak tree- right where he liked to sit and do his work sometimes.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You turned to see the note that was sitting ever so delicately over the ingredients. You plucked it off from the wall it was taped to, and quickly opened it to read it.

"Dear [Name],

Your bright personality fills my day with joy. The way you treat your customers shows me you have a big heart of gold. You're much too sweet for this world!

The next note is placed where a statue of gold stands with its fist in the air.

See you there! ♡

~ Your ever so loving Admirer "

Gold? Gold... You thought about it for a second before immediately remembering the All Might statue that stood on the center of taken, decked completely in gold paint.

Town square... You knew it'd be quite busy with preparations and festivals, but you still went seeing as it was close by. Your coworkers were doing just fine, and everything was ahead of schedule, so why not?

A quick trip on your bike and you were there. The area was buzzing with activity, and you had to swerve around groups of people just to get to the statue.

Upon arrival, you looked up at the statue standing mighty and towering over everyone. Some people had placed Boy's Day carp streamers on the sides and some necklaces on the neck of the golden All Might. You laughed a little, enjoying how he was always decorated, before circling around to search for the note.

Panic began to seep through you as you circled twice and came across no sign of a note. They said golden, right? You knew of no other golden statue in the area, the only other one being a golden flame all the way in Tokyo.

Your eyebrows creased, and worry gnawed at you as you frantically searched all over the statue. Only to come up with nothing. Was this it?

Sighing, you turned to leave, disappointment weighing heavily upon your heart. Before you could take more than 3 steps, a sudden tap on your shoulder caught you off guard, and you turned to see a friendly looking lady smiling at you while offering you something. Initially thinking it was a free sample, you tried to decline, only for your eyes to widen in realization. Looking closer, you saw that she was holding a white letter with a shiny red heart sticker holding it closed.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

As Tamaki went over to the tree to pull off the note, he began to hope that all this wasn't some elaborate trick. From all the little notes you put in the bags you gave him that held the pastries, he began to suspect this wasn't even the same handwriting.

He opened the note to read it, hoping this game wasn't going to last too long. It was beginning to get tiring living in a state that was a mixture of hope and worry.

"Dear Tamaki,

I'm so proud of you combating your anxious thoughts everyday, I know it's hard. Your courageousness certainly benefits! You help so many people each day, you're a true hero, through and through!

Go find next note where you took down your first villain. See you there!

~ Someone who admires you with all their heart"

These notes were getting to be too much for him. Why did this have to happen? He finally catches the eye of someone, and he can't even know who they are unless he plays this game.

It was a little enjoyable though, the unfamiliar events causing him to rethink so many aspects he once held about himself and his life. It was eye opening, too bad it had to be shoved in his face for him to see it.

Gently folding the note and placing it with the others in his pocket, he sat back and thought. Now.. where did he take down his first villain? What could be considered his first win?

The more he thought about it, the more shocked he grew at the number of things he's accomplished over the years. He didn't think it all added up to much, but just trying to remember a certain event that happened his first year of secondary school all seemed like so much alone.

Racking his brain, he came up with a small list of villains he took down around the same time.

There were three instances he remembered, but he just couldn't pinpoint the first if asked. Panic ensued, and he started hyperventilating until he calmed himself down.

'Let's think logically now...'

The first one was more of a con-man than a hero, tricking innocent civilians into believing his lies about heroes and trying to get people to buy his quirk supplements. Tamaki scratched that one off the list, the man put up no fight.

The second one was a cult member who believed quirks were the downfall of society. She had set up an elaborate trap in the center of town, where numerous stands, shops, and people were. It was busy, with vendors selling food, ingredients, and supplies.

She had tried building several barricades around the area and blowing it up, but ultimately failed after Tamaki got to her first. Now that he thought about it, he remembered that in a last ditch attempt she had grabbed a hostage and threatened to use her quirk on them. He was sure he had taken the lady down himself.

Then the third was simply a person who could alter photos on any piece of media. They had tried violently assaulting a hero to frame them and pretend that heroes hurt innocent civilians unprovoked. Tamaki was quick to take them down, even with as sneaky and sly as they were with escaping.

Picking through his options, he decided to go with the second one. The one in town square. The place that was currently crowded full of people celebrating Golden Week...

He gulped at the thought.

The white paper crinkled and deformed in his shaking grip as he clutched it tighter unconsciously at the thought. He'd only have this one chance find out if it was worth it...

Truth be told, Tamaki knew he had to train himself on getting better on dealing with crowded spaces, seeing as he going to be a full fledged hero one day. He just didn't think it'd be so soon.

It was now or never...

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You looked at the note the mysterious lady had given you with a blank expression. It held no letters of affirmation like the others except for an "Almost there!".

On it was a map. A map you weren't familiar with. You recognized the very place you were standing, and decided to break it down into chunks. You saw the statue... And took a few steps in the direction of the arrows until you saw a crooked sign that matched the one on the map. One step at a time, you followed the steps on the map to the best of your ability.

It was entertaining in a way, as it reminded you of the pirates you always on the TV when you were little. In a way, you were also hunting for a treasure - it was just a little different than gold coins and shiny jewels.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Tamaki stood frozen. All around him people bustled about, swerving around him, running past him, carrying heavy, hot, or delicate containers. Talking in loud voices, singing songs, placing decorations on things, running around... It was overwhelming.

For a split second Tamaki wondered if he was in too deep and debated on whether or not he should leave.

'No... It'd be silly to give up this far...'

Steeling himself the best he could, he breathed in and tried to ignore the crowd that caused his body to shake with nerves.

He stuck close to the walls, looking around for a clue, any clue. This letter was so vague, he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about finding it out not. Even if he were to ask for help, the number of people that would actually be able to direct him or do anything helpful would be too tiny to risk sounding foolish.

Sighing out tiredly, he looked at the sky to see sun lowering. Not to the point to where it was dark, but just enough so it surprised him with how long he had been playing this game. No, he definitely couldn't quit now.

A tap on his shoulder caught him off guard, and he almost jumped into the air if he hadn't been on guard all day. Turning around, he saw no one. Now this was confusing. He simply scratched his head and supposed it was someone playing that tap shoulder game.

Well, he did at first. Until he looked down and saw a note left sitting on the edge of the golden statue, almost as if it was waiting for him. He groaned, knowing what he had to do.

Tamaki clenched his jaw, and hesitantly pushed his way through the crowd of people. Slowly... Slowly... A sharp contrast to the hurried, constantly flowing around him.

People pushed and pulled, the crowd moving in an almost hypnotic manner. It was as if it was alive, like a river winding down the roads of the city. A sea of people that threatened to swallow Tamaki in its deep, dark waters. It swelled, it shrunk. It swerved and straightened. It was like he was looking the beast of his fear directly in its glowing eyes.

And it looked back.

What was supposed to be a short walk normally was stretched out beyond, due to the fact Tamaki had to shuffle around so many bodies that brushed against his.

Closing his eyes, he reminded himself.

'I can do this...'

Opening them, he almost didn't believe it as he looked at statue that sat directly in front of him. He had so many worries and anxious thoughts about whether he could, he didn't stop think about what would happen if he did.

And yet, he was there. The white paper in between his fingertips bearing the weight of his struggles.

He opened it, only to be greeted with a congratulations and a map...

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You had struggled a bit and had to restart after mistaking a certain shop for the one on the map. This time, you decided you'd give it your all.

The sun was setting lower and lower in the sky, the purple color taking place of the bright orange, and the darker blue (that was almost black) taking place of the purple.

Slowly, more and more lights began flickering to life, and you panicked once again, hoping you weren't slowing things down.

Step by step, slowly but surely you eventually followed the landmarks in a chain, one by one. You let the guide lead you up to a grassy hill in the park next to town, right at a point where you could see both the town festivities and what went on in the grassy field on the other side.

It was a beautiful sight. The sun lowering with the creamy beige and pink clouds surrounding it, the flickering lights as they began to be turned on, streamers and kites rising above the city... It was magical.

You stood, simply enjoying view. You had already saw the note sitting on the tree that stated you had reached the final destination. But you weren't too bothered with that anymore.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Tamaki grunted, frowning at the map as he nervously sped around the landmarks it read. He didn't know what was expecting him, but he was tired and the anxiety of not knowing what it was drained him further. He clung onto the hope that whatever it was, it was worth the effort. He didn't know what he'd do if it was all a joke. The pain would be monumental.

He passed the statue. He curved around the bent sign. He walked past the shop. Following all these steps diligently, Tamaki was determined to make the most of his time and effort. It had to be worth it. He really hoped so.

As he was walking, Tamaki began thinking. That villain he took down... Memories began surfacing, vague and fuzzy. It was difficult, trying to bring something into sight when you can't even remember what it was you wanted to see. The more he thought, the more a distant shape began to take place, unstable and quick to fall apart if looked at too long, too delicate to handle.

Now that he thought about it, your face looked so favorite familiar...

However, Tamaki didn't have much time to think about it as he looked up to see a grassy hill - the end point of this whole thing.

He stalled, now suddenly feeling shy and timid. He remembered the initial fears he had when he first started this game, and now he didn't know what he should do.

Only, he looked up at the hill, and those fears went away. Because standing at the top, in all your glory... Was you.

You were looking off to the side, looking at the beautiful scene that played out in front of you, the golden and orange colors of the setting sun swathing you in its sheet of light, only serving to further cement the look of grace and elegance that surrounded you. You hadn't noticed him standing at the bottom of the hill, too occupied with the gentle landscape ahead of you, a look of bliss adorning your face.

And at that moment, for the first time Tamaki felt... Calm.

Calm when normally his heart would be breathing out of his chest.

Calm when normally he would've broken out into a cold sweat.

Calm when normally his head would be barraging him with terrible, fearful thoughts.

All he felt was at ease. And it was amazing, astounding even. He normally only felt comfortable whenever he was at his own house, alone.

Yet, looking at you gave him a sense of comfort, a feeling that he couldn't explain, only feel and experience.

And that's when he remembered.

All those years ago during his first year of UA, he had started interning with Fatgum. His anxiety back then was eternally much, much, worse. So much farther behind his peers, Tamaki had wondered if he'd even make it out as a hero. When all his classmates were already being seen as future heroes, when they had already taken down too many criminals and villains to count... He was still hiding his face in the wall.

He wasn't even on the clock that day, he had just been strolling around and enjoying a calm, cool day. It began to get crowded, and naturally he went to leave to somewhere less populated.

And that's when he ran into a shady figure with the same idea. There was a lady who had been walking around, hands in pockets and head down. He knew something was wrong, but he doubted his judgement.

The actual fight was blurry, he didn't remember much of that. Just the fact that he saw her placing what he knew was explosives, and a chase ensued where he also saw her locking in gates, doors, and walls to keep people from escaping.

He had looked around for a hero, nervous about whether or not he could actually do this alone. All his classmates at least had the wisdom of their mentors at their side... He was alone.

He had to steel himself that day for the first time. He had to scream at himself in his head that if he didn't do something because of his anxiety, people would die.

And he fought. And he was ahead. He was winning. The lady wasn't the best with combat, but she still put up quite a fight. Yet, Tamaki was winning, he had the upper hand. It was thrilling, yet terrifying. But still, he'd do it again to prevent the deaths of innocent people.

However at that moment, the lady split off and ran into the crowd, and Tamaki followed her without thought. He only knew something was up when a ring of shouting and worried people started to form, and he had followed the crowd. Only to see the lady holding a random person she had grabbed from the crowd, holding her hand against their head. And that person..

Was you.

It was you.. Tamaki couldn't believe he forgot. He knew your face looked familiar.

He had defeated the lady, and you had thanked him in abundance, a sweet smile decorating your relieved face.

After that, you had walked off. Only, right before that he remembered you had reached into your bag to hand him something.

What was it again?

Tamaki toiled adamantly, trying to piece together the random floating fragments of memories that flew around the vastness of his head. He thought about the past and the present, trying to come to a logical result.

Was it a trinket? No, he would've kept it.

How about a small drawing or something? No, he wouldn't put it in his pocket, and he remembered there was nothing in there.

What was it? You were a baker, so he began to believe it was a treat of some sort...

He gasped lightly to himself. That's why it all looked so familiar.

It a cookie... Decorated to look like a cat.

Too many things clashed together at once, and all Tamaki could do was look up at you in awe and nostalgia. The sounds around the park had subsided as it was getting darker, people all going inside to prepare before going to come out again in some time.

The empty air whistled around, rustling the trees and giving a slight chill to the both of you as the sun lowered even further into the darkness - not quite gone, yet not quite there.

He looked up at you solemnly once more, taking in a heavy breath as he shook at the implications that awaited him. He looked back to the time you rushed out of the bakery just for him. You had run out to still include him, even if he shied away due to his anxious thoughts.

Now it was his turn.

He walked up the hill, step by step. Bit by bit.

The entire way there he didn't take his eyes off you, not even once. His thoughts were screaming at him in his head, and his face was practically lit aflame. Yet he walked up to you with the practiced stride of that of a hero who had a deep focus he intended to complete.

You watched the sun slowly lowering, the light quivering and distorting the lower it got to the bottom of the horizon. The largest stars began to litter the sky, a balance of grey in a black and white world. Where it's not yet day, nor night.

A slight crunching off to the side caught your attention, and it suddenly hit you. You remembered the game you had played, and you stilled for a second in confusion before turning to see the source of the noise.

Eyes widening in surprise, your breath hitched as you came eye-to-eye with the person you had been wanting to see all day.

Tamaki came to a slow halt once he stood directly across from you. Neither had expected to get this far, yet it was equally desired.

Tamaki's hands broke out into a cold sweat as he trembled in place, scared yet still determined. Your heart hammered in your chest, a look of wonder taking hold of your expression.

"I-"

"You-"

Looking at each other with a bewildered appearance, a grin suddenly formed across your face as you broke out into a fit of snickers, Tamaki joining in with that crooked smile of his. He was eternally grateful you knew how to defuse his nervousness, even without particularly trying.

"I suppose... You got the notes too?"

You chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah, I don't suppose you were the one responsible for them?"

He shook his head, a knowing smile growing on the both of your faces as you recalled two particularly mischievous friends of yours.

"No, it wasn't me, sorry."

He swallowed thickly, quickly deciding to get this over with.

"But..."

He choked on his words a bit, the idea and fear of rejection taking hold once again. He loved having you as a friend, and while the idea of being something more was certainly appealing, he couldn't risk losing what he already had. It was terrifying. Even with that small part that constantly screamed for him to get over it.

You smiled softly, a silent understanding. "But..." You parroted, stepping forward and gently taking his hand in yours.

He felt the connection, and you both went silent, only looking at your intertwined hands. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to force the words out. All that came out was his hand enclosing yours.

Yet it spoke so much more than words could've.

The sun had completely gone down at this point, leaving the two of you to depend on the few surrounding street lights that were placed farther below. The darkness was comforting in a way, and Tamaki felt a little more at ease without his sight constantly worrying him.

If he looked closely enough however, he could trace the outlines of your face, the soft light of the curved moon lighting up the edges of your jaw and nose, along with adding a slight shimmer to your eyes. The darkness took away most of his sight, but it strengthened his other senses. Such as the feeling of your warm, soft hand in his.

The cool breeze blew by once more. A setting that Tamaki knew he was comfortable with.

You were about to say something, when you felt a gentle tug on your hand. Looking back up, you saw the silhouette of Tamaki looking back at you, gesturing gently downwards towards an empty field of grass at the bottom of the hill.

You silently followed, a giddy grin on your face and fuzzy feelings in your stomach. You both stumbled down, softly laughing at the clumsiness caused because of the lack of light. Your laughter rang out like sweet chimes and bells to Tamaki, and he wanted to hear more. He wanted to see you smile more. For you to be more content. All around him, with him, because of him.

You both came to a stop in the middle of the flourishing grassy area, filled with moist plants trying to cling to your legs and the calming aroma that was caused from the rain that fell the night before. You giggled and grabbed Tamaki's other hand, unknowingly giving him a slight confidence boost that was so badly needed for him.

He smiled at your cheerful state, thrilled that this wasn't going bad as he feared. He looked at you directly, silently diverting your attention to him. Tamaki smiled kindly before turning to look at the expanse of grass that grew tall and short all around you.

You turned to try to see what he was looking at, and Tamaki looked at you from the corner of his eye with a tender smile before softly brushing his arm over some of the taller grasses that grew, causing them to gently sway. You were about to ask him the reasoning behind his odd behavior, but your question died out before you could get it out of your throat.

What had caught your attention was little yellow and golden glowing specks that flickered to life before hazily floating around in the air, some almost as if they were half asleep, others shooting around as if they were a coiled spring waiting to jump to life.

They were fireflies. Tons of them.

You looked up around you in awe, and for a split second Tamaki was grateful for his secluded lifestyle, only knowing of this trick after years of visiting this grassy plain since he was a child. It was a secret only few knew of, and he was more than willing to share it with you. The look on your face caused him no regrets - a first in his life.

You continued looking around at the fluttering orbs of light, their soft glows weakly illuminating the area. It was surreal in a way, and the constant feeling that you were floating around in outer space never left you.

Letting out a soft chuckle, Tamaki gingerly squeezed your hand a little, seeing no way in which he'd allow this moment to be ruined by his nervous thoughts.

Laughing in response, you grabbed his hand tighter in yours, and with you leading the way you both walked around the field together, igniting many more of the fireflies to begin flying around at the disturbance in the grass. All around you now they fluttered, their glow flickering and buzzing. It was as if little stars were surrounding you, always in constant motion.

The sounds of the people beginning to come out started trickling in, fading in from small laughs and chatting and growing into an inferno of singing, clanking, yells and screeches of joy from little children and the barking of a random dog every now and then. The festivals were starting, but luckily they were held on the other side of the park, it being split in two by a thick layer of trees heavy with leaves.

Your attention was brought back to Tamaki again as he feebly tugged your hand once more, avoiding eye contact with you when you turned by directing his attention to ground, timidly rubbing the nape of his neck.

Reaching out a hand, you softly brought his head up to look you in the eyes, offering him a kind smile when he followed suit. He felt inside of his mouth grow dry and his heart skipped a beat. You looked too lovely for him to handle, the light caused by the flames of the lamps being set out illuminating you in a dreamlike manner.

"So... About those notes" you started.

His eyes flickered up to yours for a second before just as quickly flittering back away. "I'm sorry if they caused any trouble... "

He looked down further at the ground, the swaying grass helping to comfort him a bit. He liked being outdoors, being one with nature.

"But... Whatever they held... Ne-never compared to how I really feel about you"

Darn, the stuttering was kicking in. He needed to get his words out or it'll get worse. He didn't think he'd be able to bear the embarrassment.

"Tamaki-"

He grabbed your other hand in shaking grip. All inside, his body and mind was going into overdrive, he was melting from the inside out. His brain screamed and his body trembled. Things were falling apart, deteriorating. But he wasn't going to leave without you at least knowing how he felt. He was terrified. But bravery isn't the absence of fear. It's being courageous in the company of fear. Fatgum taught him that.

Time to be brave.

"I can't keep this from you anymore, and-and I'll understand if you don't feel the same. I-I'll get it..."

He took a deep breath before looking you in the eyes.

"I really don't want to lose you... So ple-please, if this is stupid, please tell me now. I want you in my life anyway I can-"

Before he finished you squeezed his hands, cutting him off. "I can never leave you. I never want you to worry about that, okay?" Your voice was soft and serene.

Tamaki gulped and nodded. "I have this weird feeling when i'm with you, I can't explain it, but I know it's a good feeling..."

"...So please... [Name]"

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to get it out quickly enough before his mind could retort.

"Iloveyousorry.." (I love you, sorry)

He froze in place, not even bothering trying to take his hands back from you to his side. He simply stilled, every inch of him frozen in terror, worry, and anticipation. He's never even felt this anxious over any of the villains he fought.

A thick silence weighed down upon the two of you as you tried to take it all in. It was heavy, the sheer power of three simple words.

You could see Tamaki beginning to shake more and more, and through his shut eyes you saw small tears forming. Quickly jumping into action, you attempted to calm him down.

"Hey... calm down, it's okay." You rubbed his hands in yours with your thumb, trying to urge him to look up at you. He didn't speak, only shaking his head to the side a bit.

"Tamaki..."

You looked down at the ground too, your own stomach fluttering and heart thumping in your chest. Now it's your turn.

"I... I love you too."

Clearly not expecting that response, Tamaki blinked opened his eyes, slowly pulling his head back up to look at you once again. He looked at you in silence for a second, caught off guard by the response.

"You.." he then pointed to himself, dazed. "M-me...?"

You shook your head, chuckling a little.

"Yes, you. Yes, I love you. It's always been you, just you and only you..."

"You're everything I've always wanted and more..." He whispered lightly, stunned and barely holding it all together. He felt lightheaded, and drunk on joy. His heart no longer beat in aching desperation, but rather now for you. His mind no longer screamed at him but rather sat silently, you being the only one that was able to make the painful words disappear.

The wind bristled the leaves of the trees and caused the tall blades of grass surrounding you to flutter and quiver. Someone was cooking something nearby, because the smell of warm cooked foods wafted through the air. Laughter rung about and filled the area with a sense of comfort.

Time seemed to freeze around the both of you, the feeling of being the only ones to exist engulfing you both entirely as you looked each other eye in loving eye.

You both seemed to be drawn in by each other's presence, as if a magnet was pulling you towards each other. Soon enough, you both were barely inches from each other. You looked up at him, simply enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence.

"Can I... Can I hug you?" You broke the barrier with your question, and for the first time Tamaki saw you nervous. You, the one who was just as boisterous as Mirio and Nejire. You, who was friendly with everyone you ran into. You, who was now standing in front of him, fiddling with your fingers in his hands and switching your weight on each foot as you fidgeted from side to side.

He shook his head, a small tender smile growing on face. "I'd like that..."

You leaned in, a little surprised to see Tamaki leaning in as well to meet you halfway. Both your arms wrapped around each other in a loving, silent embrace. He rested his head on your shoulder, and you noticed his grip was light, too afraid of squeezing you too tight.

Staying that way for a couple minutes, you both visibly relaxed at the relief that came with the realization that it was all over. No more games. No more desperate pinning. No more lonely heartaches. You had him and he had you.

Feeling Tamaki begin to pull away slightly, both your faces warmed when you realized just how close you both were. He stuttered a bit, quietly to himself, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Can I... - no sorry, forget I said anything"

He tried diverting his attention to the ground again, although you noticed he never removed his arms from around you, both not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the other. You gently brought him to face you again.

"No, no... You can ask me anything. Please don't worry about any judgment from me, I'm not going to get upset with you."

He slightly brought in some air through his teeth, creating a light hissing sound as he debated over it, ultimately deciding to go for it.

"May I... I-is it if I kiss you?" His voice grew quieter as he spoke, until it was almost unintelligible at the end - which it possibly would've been if you weren't so close to him.

Your face warmed as your heart hammered away once again, a shy smile forming on your lips.

"I'd... Like that. Please"

He nodded, and without any further words leaned in, connecting to you in a quick, sweet peck. He pulled away for a second, but you leaned in and crashed your lips against his once more. He froze for a second, face burning hot, before finally melting into your embrace. His hand moved from around your back to settling on your waist, content and comfortable.

The moment was tender and soft, and the two of you were too wrapped up in each other to pay any attention to the fireworks that blazed across the sky in their colorful glory, marking the peak of the festival.

Pulling away, you both looked at each other for a split second, before Tamaki burst into red, pulling you a little closer and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, the red reaching all the way up to his ears.

You simply held him close just as he did to you as well, both reveling in the loving solace you brought one another. The fireworks continued to go off. The fireflies were still flickering. People were laughing, and music was still being played.

You smiled as you turned to Tamaki, the smile growing at how content he was while holding you in his arms.

"Tamaki...?"

He opened his eyes, pulling away to look at you clearly. "Yes?"

"Do you want to go look at to festival with me?"

At that moment Tamaki realized just how drained he was. That game had taken most of the day to complete, and being constantly surrounded by people along with the anxiety that was brought on by his worrying about confessing only served to drain him further.

"I'm a little tired..."

"It's alright, we can get something to eat and then head home."

He smiled softly and held you tenderly, completely enamored by how you were so loving and kind.

"I'd like that..."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

"So-o ~"

Mirio teased Tamaki as they walked through the hallways to the cafeteria.

"I-it's nothing, Mirio" Tamaki groaned in response, regretting having let his friends in on what had went down only a few nights before.

You had both agreed to start seeing each other officially, and soon enough Tamaki became a regular at the bakery you worked at, much to Mirio's and Nejire's delight.

"Seems like it's something to me!"

Nejire piped, am equally teasing look on her face as well.

Tamaki could only groan and hide his face in his hands as Mirio and Nejire congratulated him, with Mirio patting him in the back with his good hearted nature.

Tamaki was eternally grateful he had you in his life. You helped him see things about himself he never knew before, helping to boost his confidence a smidge along with easing his anxiety levels. In a way, you were his new emotional comfort, no longer needing to hide his face in the walls as much (he'd just go to you for a hug instead).

And it was all because of a little cat cookie.

∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴

BONUS:

"I knew she looked familiar!" The blue haired girl exclaimed.

"Yeah, but he's never going to admit he has feelings for her anytime soon, you have any ideas?" The blond boy questioned, his finger on his chin.

"Ooh! I know! What if we write them confession letters, and sign them from each other!" The girl came up with.

"Hmm, I was going to say Scavenger Hunt, but I like that idea too"

The girl hummed in thought, when a mischievous smile broke out across her face.

"Why don't we combine them?"

The blond chuckled, an equally wily smile growing on his own face as well, his blue eyes sparkling playfully.

"I like the sound of that. They'll be sure to have lots of fun!"

Fun for them, maybe.

A/N:

I'm sorry if that wasn't the best! It's not exactly what I normally write, but it was still such fun writing anyways! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Also for some reason a lot of my friends were particularly interested in seeing how this one turned out [probably because it's the first romance I've written wwww ( ´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) ]

I hope you liked this at least a little, I tried rather hard with this one because I wanted it to be realistic but not boring, and fluffy but not embarrassing to read ヾ（´▽｀）

Requests are open! Tags are open! Feel free to ask anything or let me know of any feedback/comments you have! I appreciate it a lot! (ृ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )

Thank you all again! I hope you have a lovely day! ⁠♡

年2023/月05/日10

[lizardsquisher]

The Pirate and the Professor

Chapter Two: Memories Old and New

Emmrich Volkarin had spent his life unraveling the mysteries of death. Staring into the glowing eyes of reanimated corpses. Breathing the musty air of crypts. Feeling undeath flow through his veins with every spell he cast. He knew death better than almost any other living person. And it terrified him. One could understand fire—how to create it, how to harness it, and how to dispel it—and still not wish to be burned.

Knowing Emmrich’s thoughts on the matter, his friend, Hendricks, was shocked to the toes of his spit-shined boots when Emmrich told him he was thinking of joining a party that planned to face down Blighted elven gods.

“That’s hero business,” his fellow Watcher fussed, the ruffles on his shirt practically bristling. “You’re a scholar.”

“Think of the opportunities, Hendricks.” Emmrich leaned across the table, lowering his voice. After all, they were in the library, for the Maker’s sake. “According to the letter I received, this party is housed in the Fade itself. In the Fade, Hendricks! Can you imagine?”

“Only in my worst nightmares,” his friend grumped.

“Oh, it’s perfectly safe.” Emmrich waved a ringed hand. “They’ve been living there without issue for some time now.”

“According to who?”

“The girl’s a long-time correspondent. Bellara, her name is. Charming girl. Very curious. Very clever. She’s vouched for the party. Says their leader is brave but level-headed. And she believes I might be able to help them preserve the integrity of the Veil, and thereby, the world.”

“It’s a suicide mission, Emmrich. I’ll likely only ever see you again to prepare your corpse for burial.”

“Do you not think me sufficiently skilled?”

“I think you’re one of the most skilled mages I’ve ever met,” Hendricks countered. “But they’re gods, Emmrich. How many people have fought gods and lived?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Emmrich said lightly. “History has never been my focus. But the fearful thing about death is its lack of predictably. You could choke on your evening scone and expire in your study tonight. All your potential could be snuffed out without you ever doing anything riskier than swallowing a slightly stale baked good without a sip of tea. I may fear death, but I may not be able to avoid it, lichdom notwithstanding. And if I’m to shuffle off this mortal flesh, then let me choose my fate. Let me die fulfilling some grander purpose. But I will do my best not to die. I promise.”

“See that you do,” the man muttered, bowing his head over his books. “And if I choke on my scone tonight, I will be most cross with you. Although, I suppose that would relieve me of the burden of teaching new necromancers which end of a staff is which.”

Emmrich chuckled, patting his friend on the shoulder as he rounded the table to walk towards the door. For a proud curmudgeon like Hendricks, this conversation was the equivalent of saying “I love you.” After a thirty-year friendship, Emmrich heard both the unspoken and the spoken.

It would be hard to leave the Necropolis. It was home. Much as Emmrich knew he’d had another home before he came here, his memories of that place had faded. His parents had died so long ago. The details of what they looked like and what his life with them had been like had become blurry. He spent some evenings struggling to recall his mother’s scent. The light floral fragrance had blended nicely with the aroma of fresh-baked bread that clung to her clothes, filling his senses when she’d hugged him. Perhaps during his journeys, if the opportunity arose, he would buy a bottle of her perfume. It would be lovely to become reacquainted with something familiar as he faced the unknown. And being schooled in respect for the dead taught one the importance of preserving memories.

But he was ready to make new memories. To have adventures beyond his beyond his books and papers. Maker knew how long he’d be able to do so. He was not as young as he once was. Better to take this chance while he was still hale and spritely.

In any case, this collection of would-be heroes was expected at the Necropolis at sundown. There was much to do before then.

Read the rest of the chapter here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61873225/chapters/158714245#workskin

[yuukidoodles]

I got the My Hero Academia fragrances!

They all smell amazing!

• Deku’s fragrance has a fresh and clean soap scent with a hint of citrus. As it settles, you get a touch of gentle florals and a woody base. It really gives off a straightforward and pure vibe, just like him!

• Bakugo’s fragrance starts off with a strong, spicy kick—like an explosion of clove and cassia. It has a smoky, intense scent but gradually turns into a warm, deep woody aroma. Definitely a bold and powerful fragrance, fitting for him!

• Todoroki’s fragrance is a cool and refreshing blend of lime and sage at first, but then the spices come in, adding warmth. The mix of icy freshness and subtle heat feels just like his quirk. The final musky, woody notes bring it all together perfectly!

Each scent really captures their personalities well. If you’re a fan, I highly recommend them!

[caffeinatedcursedcutie]

Whumpee kept up her polite smile, her head swimming with the symphony of fragrances wafted through the room, a blend of delicate perfumes and the aroma of meals being served, some of which she couldn’t even pronounce the names of. The hum of conversations, clinking of glasses and silverware making it hard to narrow in on the person in front of her, trying to talk in polite conversation that she doesn’t give a shit about in the first place. Eventually, she realized they had asked her something, and leaned in closer as if the noise of the ballroom is what caused her to miss the question. “Ah! Showtime already? Of course, best to be up to the stage!” She offered a smile, standing and tossing her fancy napkin off her lap, onto the forgotten plate of food that she was too nauseated to eat. Her entire head lurched as she did so, and she sucked in a sharp breath over the usually effortless and automatic motion caused a dull, throbbing pain across her ribs. Being shoved into a beautiful dress with bruises blooming across her skin, each movement, each breath, serves as a poignant reminder of the bruised ribs she had sustained while being the face of the city, the hero they deserved. 

A deep set weariness made her sway on her feet, which she covered up by stepping across the ballroom, around the back to the stage stairs. Another rattling breath, and she stepped up across the stage with a dazzling smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, our own wonderful…” 

The sound of the announcer’s deep voice blended into the murmur of the crowd, a crowd that to her looked like a sea of shining accessories and silhouettes of people turning their gaze to her, a never ending audience that demanded more, more, always more from her. 

She sucked a breath through her teeth before picking up the microphone, the closest thing to silence that the ballroom could offer, the droning buzz of talk quieting down to something that didn’t make her head throb quite so terribly. “Give me my robe, put on my crown. I have immortal longings in me.” Her tongue snaked between her chapped lips, barely covered in lipstick that tasted of vanilla.

“Now, no more. The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. Yare, yare, good Iras; quick! Me thinks I hear Antony call. I see him arouse himself, to praise my noble act.” 

The pain in her side made her give pause, pressing her hand into her ribcage and hiding it as part of the performance, holding her torso as if in great grief. 

“I hear him mock the luck of Caesar, which the gods give men, to excuse their after wrath.” She sucked in a breath, the beating of her own heart banging against her skull like a tidal wave. 

“Oh, husband, I come: now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done?” Heat was crawling up her spine, pain, red as the sunsets that marred the sky of her city, fighting against her every word. 

“Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, the stroke of death is as a lover's pinch.” 

The words, she should know what the next word was. The crowds adored her for this talent, breathing life into the poetry that was otherwise dead on the page, and yet she found a falter in her words. 

“Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?”

She shut her eyes. Just for a moment, just lost in the performance, but not to look as if she felt something wrong with her body, the pain making her breath stutter and her mind missing the words. Time stuttered, a second feeling like an eternity, and it was a great effort to speak again.. 

“If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world, it is…it is not…” 

Her thoughts dissolved into silence, the world eclipsed into a void as her body fell to the floor.

[the-cultivated-home]

Lemon Thyme: A Journey Through Fragrant History and Gardening Triumphs.

Welcome to the world of Lemon thyme, where fragrance dances on the breeze and culinary adventures await. Unearth the history, unravel the secrets of successful cultivation, and unlock the magic of Lemon thyme. From soil secrets to sunlight desires, wateri

Picture yourself in a vibrant garden, the air filled with the invigorating aroma of fresh herbs. Among them stands an unsung hero—a petite yet potent herb known as Lemon thyme. With its delicate leaves and captivating fragrance, Lemon thyme has woven its way into the hearts and gardens of herb enthusiasts around the world. In this blog post, we embark on a journey through the enchanting world of…

[laxmideewanfragrances]

The Best Soap Fragrance Maker for Improving Your Product's Aroma

The fragrance that can create a high quality soap is today as much important as anything with a greater contribution toward creating tastes in the eyes of customers. Right scent enhances the user experience and builds an emotional association with customers. With the growing demand in the market for aromatic soaps and luxurious soaps, the role of the Soap Fragrance Manufacturer is caught up into the beauty and personal care industry. So in this blog we discuss the actuality about the importance of soap fragrances or their process of creating them, and why one must partner with a known Soap Fragrance manufacturer for the successful operations of their soap business.

Know about Soap Fragrance: The Unsung Hero of Soap Making

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Significance of Fragrance in Soap Making

Fragrances beautify soap, making it an attractive sensory and functional tool. There are several reasons why fragrance plays an important role in the soap-making process:

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Soap fragrance making is really a delicate, intricate science-and-art working procedure. Here goes how a Soap Fragrance Manufacturer makes fragrances for soaps:

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Final Testing: Once the fragrance is blended and stabilized, it is tested in the process of soap making. Soap manufacturers will then add the fragrance in their formulas for soaps to see it's behaving well while curing, and that the fragrance will remain the same when the soap is already completely dried and packaged.

Customization: Many soap makers want to develop their signature perfumes with a fragrance maker, and the most effective soap fragrance manufacturer works with brands to make proper fragrances for them. Customized scents can turn a soap brand into a new game-changer in the industry.

Why Consider a Trusted Soap Fragrance Manufacturer Following the Reason Behind Soap Fragrance M...

When it comes to a potential Soap Fragrance Manufacturer, one with a history of producing fragrances that can be termed quality, safe, and worthy of that title is worth their weight in gold. Here is why associating with a reputed manufacturer is imperative:

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Important Aspects to Take into Account When Choosing a Soap Fragrance Manufacturer

Consider these factors before selecting a manufacturer:

Reputation: Check the manufacturer's reputation and client reviews. A company with a strong reputation is likely to deliver high-quality products and customer service.

Fragrance Options: Consider a manufacturer that has an extensive fragrance portfolio that is able to meet your individual needs-natural or exotic.

Pricing: Make sure the price is competitive, and don't forget to consider a reduction in quality. Scents are significant in determining whether the soap sells or not; therefore, never opt for low-quality oils in an attempt to save money.

Support and Customer Service: Make sure you choose a manufacturer that has the highest quality service and is prepared to assist you to fulfill your needs. This is especially true where you are worried that fragrance may be custom-made or any particular requirement on the soap formulations.

Conclusion

Fragrance is an integral part of soap making and selecting the appropriate Soap Fragrance Manufacturer can take your products higher and also enhance your brand identity. Working with a trusted and experienced manufacturer guarantees your soaps have a signature appeal that lures consumers back again and again. From being a small artisan soap maker to being a large-scale manufacturing unit, high-quality custom fragrances will take your products into a competitive market.

[jarodharvey]

Understanding Terpenes: The Unsung Heroes of Cannabis Medicine

The role of cannabis in medicine has garnered significant attention in recent years, but often, the spotlight falls solely on cannabinoids like THC and CBD. What many people don’t realize is that another group of compounds, terpenes, plays an equally critical role in determining the therapeutic effects of cannabis. These aromatic compounds, found in cannabis as well as many other plants, are the unsung heroes that enhance and diversify the medicinal potential of this incredible plant.

What Are Terpenes and Why Are They Important?

Terpenes are naturally occurring compounds responsible for the aroma and flavor profiles of many plants, including cannabis. Think of the citrusy scent of a lemon or the soothing fragrance of lavender—these are the results of terpenes at work. In cannabis, terpenes are not only about smell; they influence the way cannabinoids interact with the body and determine the unique characteristics of various cannabis strains.

Over 200 terpenes have been identified in cannabis, each with its own set of therapeutic properties. For instance, limonene, commonly found in citrus fruits, is known for its stress-relieving and mood-enhancing effects. Similarly, myrcene, abundant in mangoes and hops, has sedative properties that can promote relaxation and sleep.

The fascinating part? Terpenes don’t act alone. They interact with cannabinoids to create the entourage effect, a synergistic phenomenon that enhances the overall therapeutic impact of cannabis.

The Science Behind Terpenes in Cannabis Medicine

Research has shown that terpenes have a direct impact on the body’s endocannabinoid system, which plays a crucial role in regulating functions like mood, pain, and immune response. While cannabinoids like THC and CBD bind to receptors in this system, terpenes modulate these interactions, amplifying or modifying their effects.

For example, a strain high in beta-caryophyllene, a terpene with anti-inflammatory properties, may be more effective for managing chronic pain and inflammation. Similarly, a strain with high levels of linalool, a terpene known for its calming effects, could be ideal for patients dealing with anxiety or insomnia.

The potential of terpenes extends beyond cannabis. Researchers are exploring how these compounds could be used to enhance treatments for a variety of conditions, from mental health disorders to neurodegenerative diseases.

Top Terpenes and Their Medicinal Benefits

To better understand the therapeutic potential of terpenes, let’s take a closer look at some of the most common ones found in cannabis:

Myrcene

Properties: Sedative, anti-inflammatory, analgesic

Uses: Promotes relaxation, aids in pain relief, and may enhance the effects of THC.

Found In: Mangoes, hops, lemongrass

Limonene

Properties: Uplifting, mood-enhancing, anti-anxiety

Uses: Relieves stress, boosts energy, and may improve digestion.

Found In: Citrus fruits, peppermint

Pinene

Properties: Anti-inflammatory, bronchodilator, memory-enhancing

Uses: Supports respiratory health and may counteract the short-term memory impairment caused by THC.

Found In: Pine trees, rosemary, basil

Linalool

Properties: Calming, anti-anxiety, anti-inflammatory

Uses: Helps manage anxiety, promotes sleep, and may reduce pain sensitivity.

Found In: Lavender, mint, coriander

Beta-Caryophyllene

Properties: Anti-inflammatory, neuroprotective, pain-relieving

Uses: Provides relief for chronic pain, inflammation, and certain neurodegenerative disorders.

Found In: Black pepper, cloves, cinnamon

Each terpene has a unique role to play, and understanding their properties helps patients and healthcare providers select the most suitable cannabis strains for specific conditions.

The Role of Terpenes in the Entourage Effect

The entourage effect is the idea that the therapeutic effects of cannabis are greater when its compounds—cannabinoids, terpenes, and flavonoids—work together, rather than in isolation. For example, while THC is known for its pain-relieving properties, pairing it with terpenes like myrcene or beta-caryophyllene can significantly enhance its efficacy.

This concept challenges the traditional approach of isolating individual compounds for medical use, as is often done with pharmaceuticals. Instead, it highlights the importance of whole-plant medicine, where the natural synergy between various compounds is preserved.

The entourage effect also opens the door to more personalized treatments. By tailoring the combination of cannabinoids and terpenes in a strain, it’s possible to create highly specific therapeutic profiles for conditions like anxiety, chronic pain, or even epilepsy.

Terpenes Beyond Cannabis

Interestingly, terpenes are not exclusive to cannabis. These compounds are abundant in a wide range of plants and are widely used in aromatherapy and traditional medicine. For example, the calming effects of lavender essential oil are largely due to its high linalool content. Similarly, the uplifting properties of citrus oils can be attributed to limonene.

The growing interest in terpenes has also led to their inclusion in skincare products, dietary supplements, and even beverages. As researchers continue to uncover their potential, terpenes could play a significant role in the future of natural medicine and wellness.

Challenges and Opportunities in Terpene Research

While the therapeutic potential of terpenes is immense, there are still challenges that need to be addressed. One of the biggest hurdles is the lack of standardized testing and regulation. Without clear guidelines, it can be difficult for consumers to know exactly what they’re getting in a cannabis product.

Another challenge is the limited research on terpene interactions in humans. While preclinical studies have provided valuable insights, more clinical trials are needed to fully understand how terpenes influence health and disease.

On the flip side, these challenges present opportunities for innovation. As the cannabis industry grows, so does the demand for terpene-rich products. From terpene-infused oils to custom strain formulations, the possibilities are endless.

Conclusion

Terpenes may not get the same attention as cannabinoids, but their role in cannabis medicine is undeniable. These aromatic compounds not only enhance the therapeutic effects of cannabis but also offer a wide range of health benefits on their own. Whether you’re seeking relief from chronic pain, anxiety, or insomnia, terpenes are the unsung heroes that make cannabis a versatile and effective tool for healing.

As science continues to shed light on the complexities of terpenes, one thing is clear: they are an essential piece of the cannabis puzzle. By understanding and harnessing the power of terpenes, we can unlock new possibilities in medicine, paving the way for a future where natural, holistic treatments take center stage.

[abhishekomg]

Awaken Your Senses: Transform Spaces with Fragrance Solutions and Scent Marketing

Imagine walking into a room where the air whispers lavender's calm or citrus's energizing zest. That’s the magic of scent marketing and carefully crafted fragrance solutions. Scents are more than just aromas—they’re experiences, memories, and emotions, woven invisibly into the fabric of any space. From homes to hotels, cars to cafes, fragrances have the power to turn ordinary places into extraordinary ones.

Let’s dive into how the art of fragrance transforms environments and creates unforgettable impressions.

The Art of Scent Marketing: More Than Meets the Nose

Scent marketing is storytelling without words. It’s the fresh-baked cookie smell that makes a house feel like home, the crisp, clean scent that makes a showroom feel pristine, or the soothing aroma that transforms a spa into a sanctuary.

Here’s why businesses are embracing this aromatic trend:

A Signature That Sticks: Scents trigger memory. A unique fragrance ensures your brand stays in the minds—and hearts—of your customers.

Mood Boosting: The right aroma can uplift spirits, reduce stress, and create a sense of belonging.

Sales Spark: When customers feel good, they’re more likely to linger, engage, and buy.

Whether it's a fragrance diffuser in a boutique or a fragrance machine in a sprawling mall, the right scent sets the stage for customer connection.

Fragrance Solutions Tailored for Every Corner

Every space deserves its own story, told through scent. Here’s how fragrance solutions can work their charm:

Car Fragrances

Why settle for ordinary when your car can feel extraordinary? With car fragrances, you can infuse every drive with your favorite vibes—be it zesty orange to energize your morning commute or soothing vanilla for long road trips.

Home Fragrances

Turn your home into a sanctuary with home fragrances that evoke peace, energy, or coziness. From candles to automatic diffusers, each scent becomes a brushstroke in the canvas of your living space.

Natural Fragrances

Nature bottled up! Natural fragrances derived from essential oils like eucalyptus and lavender not only smell divine but are gentle on the senses and the planet. Perfect for creating harmony in your space.

Aromatherapy

Why just decorate your space when you can heal it? Aromatherapy uses the science of scent to soothe minds, energize souls, and boost well-being. Peppermint for focus, chamomile for calm—there’s a remedy for every mood.

Perfume

A spritz of perfume isn’t just a fragrance—it’s a signature. A well-chosen scent can express who you are, leave a trail of curiosity, and spark emotions wherever you go.

High-Tech Fragrance Marvels

Welcome to the future of scent! Say goodbye to outdated air fresheners and hello to modern fragrance technology.

Automatic Diffusers

Let fragrance work on autopilot. With programmable settings, automatic diffusers ensure your space smells just right, all day long. Whether it’s a small room or an expansive office, these gadgets keep the atmosphere effortlessly inviting.

Fragrance Diffusers

Ultrasonic, nebulizing, or electric—fragrance diffusers are the modern marvels of scenting small to medium spaces. Add essential oils, press start, and let tranquility wash over you.

Fragrance Machines

For malls, hotels, or large venues, fragrance machines are the unsung heroes of consistency. They evenly disperse scents, transforming vast spaces into cohesive olfactory experiences.

The Grand Finale: Why Fragrance Matters

Scent isn’t just about smelling good—it’s about feeling good. It’s the soft welcome of a scented lobby, the focus a crisp aroma brings to a workspace, or the joy of coming home to a familiar, comforting fragrance.

Whether you’re a business aiming to enchant your customers or a homeowner looking to refresh your space, the right fragrance is your secret weapon. From scent marketing to natural fragrances and automatic diffusers, the options are endless, and the impact is powerful.

Ready to elevate your space? Discover premium fragrance solutions that will transform your environment at Wikka Fragrances.

[areixyn-en]

Fragrance of Evil

The fragrance of hyacinths abruptly filled her nostrils. Water type, coming from number 4.

Aimee marks the answer on her answer sheet quietly. This is the Test of Perceptual Abilities, the test for measuring a perceiver’s acuity given by the government.

Legend has it that god gave some humans the magic to manipulate elements of the world. However, they instead use their powerful abilities to do evil — even now, incidents of wizards wreaking havoc are still being reported on the news.

Aimee doesn't know what kind of god lets people they chose abuse the power they gave them, but at least god doesn't completely favor wizards — god also created perceivers. Perceivers can’t use magic, but they can sense traces of magic. Whenever magic is used, traces of magic are created, and perceivers can thus identify the wizard that used magic.

Therefore, perceivers took on the responsibility of maintaining social order. Since a perceiver’s abilities are discovered, they are sent to designated kindergartens to receive training and improve their acuity of sensing traces of magic. The second a perceiver senses a trace of magic, they should be able to identify the user and the type of magic used. This is the ability every qualified perceiver should have. After leaving kindergarten, perceivers should also attend regular Tests of Perceptual Abilities to ensure that their abilities are in the best condition.

This time, it’s the scent of jasmines from wind-type magic. It’s from wizard number 7. Aimee colors in the corresponding blank. The sound of pencils scrubbing against paper can be heard across the room.

A light aroma of roses from number 5. Fire magic.

A cool scent of mint. Earth magic.

Wind again, but number 3 this time. There are only 4 types of magic, after all. There isn’t much to be tested.

Before she knew it, the last question ended. The bell signifying the end of the test rings, and the supervisors take away the answer sheets.

Aimee takes a deep breath to relax her overused nose. After packing her belongings, Aimee stands up to leave.

Before leaving the exam room, Aimee glances at the wizards standing by the wall. They surround the room, wearing clothes with the original color barely recognizable and a number card hanging from their neck.

One of them looks at her. She can’t tell what emotion the other has behind the emotionless front. Hatred, perhaps? These are the heroes who caused their downfall, after all. Wizards here most likely got reported by a perceiver.

She looks away. In the end, after getting reported and imprisoned in Tarus — the prison for wizards, how the wizards are treated in there…

Has nothing to do with her.

[giftshopfestival]

Unique and Personalized Gifts for Parents That Will Make Their Day

Choosing the perfect gift for your parents can be a daunting task, especially when you want to make it memorable and special. Personalized gifts stand out because they show thoughtfulness, care, and effort, making them more meaningful. Whether it’s for Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, or Christmas, the right gift can convey your love and appreciation in a special way. Here, we explore some fantastic personalized gift ideas for your parents that will leave a lasting impression.

This Is What Awesome Dad Looks Like T-shirt

Finding the perfect Father's Day gift can be challenging, but nothing says 'awesome' quite like the "This is What Awesome Dad Looks Like" T-shirt. This stylish tee is more than just a piece of clothing; it’s a tribute to the man who has always been your hero, your confidant, and your biggest supporter.

Imagine your dad wearing this shirt with pride, knowing it was specially chosen for him. It’s comfortable, practical, and lets everyone know just how much he means to you. Great for weekend outings, backyard barbecues, or just lounging around the house, this T-shirt is a versatile addition to his wardrobe.

Additionally, this T-shirt can be customized to include a special message or your dad's favorite slogan, making it even more personal. Every time he wears it, he’ll be reminded of your love and appreciation for everything he does.

To a Wonderful Mom Scented Soy Candle

When it comes to Mother's Day gifts, few things are as universally appreciated as a beautifully scented candle. The "To a Wonderful Mom" Scented Soy Candle is an exceptional choice that combines elegance and practicality. It’s more than just a candle—it’s a statement of your love and appreciation.

This candle comes with a lovely fragrance that will fill her home with a soothing aroma, offering a moment of relaxation and tranquility. Each time she lights it, she’ll be reminded of your heartfelt message and the special bond you share.

Soy candles are also environmentally friendly, burning cleaner and longer than traditional paraffin candles. This means your gift will not only be cherished but also sustainable. Plus, you can even choose a scent that you know she will love, making it even more personalized.

Sorry About Your Other Children Custom Mug for Mother

Humor can be a great way to show your affection, and the "Sorry About Your Other Children" Custom Mug is perfect for Mother's Day. This funny and unique gift is sure to bring a smile to her face every time she uses it.

This mug is not just a vessel for her morning coffee; it’s a daily reminder of the special bond you share. It’s a playful way to acknowledge the quirks and laughs that make your relationship unique. Made from high-quality ceramic, this mug is durable and microwave-safe, making it practical as well as amusing.

You can customize the mug with your own message or even add a family photo to make it extra special. It’s a perfect blend of humor and personalization that your mom will treasure.

Mom, Papa, and Cherry Customize Ceramic Mug

For a more traditional yet personalized gift, the "Mom, Papa, and Cherry" Customize Ceramic Mug is an excellent choice. This 15-ounce white ceramic mug is not only practical but also offers endless customization options.

Whether you want to include a family photo, a special message, or a fun design, this mug can be tailored to fit your needs. It’s microwave-safe and dishwasher-friendly, making it a convenient addition to your parents' kitchen.

Every time they enjoy their morning coffee or tea, they’ll think of you and the effort you put into creating such a thoughtful gift. It’s a wonderful way to show your love and appreciation on any special occasion.

Mums Coffee Flower Mug

Looking for a unique DIY gift idea for Christmas? The "Mums Coffee Flower" Mug is perfect for crafting a heartfelt present. Instead of store-bought gifts, encourage your children to create their own masterpieces this holiday season.

This mug can be decorated with hand-drawn designs, fingerprints, or messages from the kids. It’s a delightful way to involve young children in the gift-giving process, making the present even more special. Parents will cherish these handmade keepsakes, and children will enjoy the creativity involved in making them.

This DIY gift idea is not only fun but also adds a personal touch that store-bought gifts often lack. It’s a perfect way to celebrate the holidays with a memorable and meaningful present.

Mom's Last Nerve Scented Soy Candle

For parents with young children, safety and practicality are key when choosing a gift. The "Mom's Last Nerve" Scented Soy Candle offers a safe and mess-free alternative that still provides a touch of humor and relaxation.

This candle comes with a humorous label that will undoubtedly bring a smile to her face. It’s a great way to acknowledge the challenges of parenthood with a lighthearted twist. Plus, the soothing scent will help create a calming atmosphere at home.

Soy candles are a great choice for families as they burn cleanly and are less likely to cause allergies. This makes them a safe and thoughtful gift for parents with young children, combining practicality with a touch of humor.

Journal

A journal can be a deeply personal and meaningful gift for any occasion. It offers a space for your parents to reflect, plan, and document their thoughts and experiences. You can choose a beautifully bound journal and personalize it with their name or a special message on the cover.

Journaling has many benefits, including reducing stress, enhancing creativity, and improving mental clarity. It’s a gift that encourages self-care and mindfulness, making it a thoughtful choice for Mother's Day, Father's Day, or Christmas.

Consider pairing the journal with a high-quality pen set to complete the gift. It’s a simple yet elegant way to show your parents that you care about their well-being and personal growth.

Florist Mama Printed Sweatshirt

For a cozy and practical Christmas gift, consider the "Florist Mama" Printed Sweatshirt. This comfortable and stylish sweatshirt is perfect for the winter months and can be customized with a personal message or design.

The sweatshirt is made from high-quality materials, ensuring it’s both warm and durable. It’s a great way for your mom to stay comfortable while showcasing a personalized touch. Whether she’s running errands or relaxing at home, this sweatshirt will keep her cozy and remind her of your thoughtful gift.

Personalized clothing items like this sweatshirt are not only practical but also add a unique and personal touch to any wardrobe. It’s a fantastic way to celebrate the holidays with a gift that’s both functional and meaningful.

Heart a Blaze, Mom's Grace, White, Scented Soy Candle

The "Heart a Blaze, Mom's Grace" White Scented Soy Candle is another excellent choice for a personalized Mother's Day gift. This elegant candle combines beauty and functionality, offering a soothing fragrance that will fill her home with tranquility.

The candle’s white design adds a touch of sophistication, making it a beautiful addition to any decor. Personalized with a heartfelt message, it becomes a cherished keepsake that she’ll treasure for years to come.

Soy candles are known for their clean burn and long-lasting fragrance, making them a sustainable and thoughtful gift choice. This candle is a perfect way to show your mom how much you appreciate her grace and love.

[jolybeautyofficial]

Sandalwood Oil: Nature's Gift for Glowing Skin

For centuries, cultures around the world have revered sandalwood for its rich fragrance and therapeutic properties. But did you know sandalwood oil can also be a game-changer for your skincare routine? Here at Joly Beauty, we believe in harnessing the power of natural ingredients, and sandalwood oil is a true gem in our collection.

Extracted from the heartwood of the sandalwood tree, this essential oil boasts a warm, woody scent and a treasure trove of benefits for your skin. Let's delve into why sandalwood oil deserves a spot on your bathroom shelf:

Soothe the Savage Beast: Struggling with irritated, inflamed skin? Sandalwood oil's anti-inflammatory properties come to the rescue! It can help calm redness, ease breakouts, and soothe conditions like eczema and psoriasis.

Hydration Hero: Dry, flaky skin doesn't stand a chance against sandalwood oil. This natural oil acts as a humectant, drawing moisture to the skin and keeping it plump and hydrated.

Mattifying Marvel: For those with oily skin, sandalwood oil can be a godsend. Its astringent properties help control excess sebum production, leaving your skin shine-free and balanced.

Anti-Aging Ally: Worried about wrinkles and fine lines? Sandalwood oil's antioxidant power helps fight free radicals, those pesky molecules that damage skin cells and contribute to aging.

Scent-sational Self-Care: Beyond its skin benefits, the calming aroma of sandalwood oil can enhance your self-care routine. Its woody fragrance promotes relaxation and reduces stress, making it a perfect addition to your nighttime skincare ritual.

While sandalwood oil offers a multitude of benefits, it's important to remember that everyone's skin is unique. Here at Joly Beauty, we recommend consulting a dermatologist or esthetician before introducing any new product to your routine. They can advise on the best way to incorporate sandalwood oil into your skincare regimen based on your specific needs.

Ready to experience the magic of sandalwood oil for yourself? Joly Beauty offers a range of natural skincare products infused with this precious ingredient. Explore our collection and discover the power of sandalwood oil for a healthier, more radiant you. Remember, beautiful skin is achievable with the right natural ingredients, and sandalwood oil might be the key to unlocking your inner glow!

[lemaharaja]

Discovering Indian Spices: A Symphony of Aromas

Greetings, culinary enthusiasts! Join me on a delightful exploration into the heart of Indian cooking, where an array of aromatic spices transforms each dish into a culinary masterpiece. Welcome to "Discovering Indian Spices: A Symphony of Aromas."

Close your eyes and imagine the lively streets of India, where the air is filled with the captivating fragrance of spices. That enchantment is precisely what we are about to unravel.

1. Garam Masala: Pulsating Flavors of Indian Cuisine

Envision a fragrant blend of cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, cumin, and coriander – the secret behind the pulsating flavors of Indian cuisine. Garam Masala, the heartbeat of our dishes, adds warmth and depth to favorites like curries and biryanis.

2. Turmeric: The Golden Touch

Let's delve into turmeric, the golden essence that not only imparts vibrant colors to our dishes but also brings along anti-inflammatory properties. A superhero spice, turmeric leaves its mark on both vegetarian and non-vegetarian delights.

3. Cumin: Earthy Wonders Unveiled

Ah, cumin! Picture the warm, earthy flavor that seamlessly integrates into every spice blend. Whether it's aloo gobi or spiced rice, cumin is the unsung hero that gives our dishes that unmistakable Indian character.

4. Coriander: Fresh and Herbaceous Notes

Now, let's explore coriander in its seed and leaf forms. Ground coriander adds a refreshing, citrusy note to our spice blends, while fresh coriander leaves, known as cilantro, embellish many of our Indian delicacies.

5. Cardamom: The Regal Spice

Last but not least, cardamom – the regal touch with its sweet and floral aroma. Cardamom graces our desserts, chai tea, and various curries, crowning them with an exquisite flavor.

Summary: A Culinary Odyssey Through Indian Spices

In summary, what we've uncovered is more than just a list of spices; it's a symphony of flavors, a dance of aromas that creates an unparalleled culinary experience. Garam masala, turmeric, cumin, coriander, and cardamom – they are the artists in the masterpiece that is Indian cooking.

Now, if you find yourself in Paris and crave the magic of Indian spices, allow me to introduce you to a hidden gem. Welcome to Le Maharaja, nestled at 27 Av. Reille, 75014 Paris. Here, you can immerse yourself in the authentic flavors of India amidst the charm of Parisian dining.

Contact Details for Le Maharaja - Bringing Indian Flavors to Paris

Address: 27 Av. Reille, 75014 Paris

Contact Number: 09 50 93 81 48

Website: https://lemaharajaparis14.fr/

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Whether you're a seasoned lover of Indian cuisine or a curious newcomer, Le Maharaja invites you to savor the magic of aromatic spices in every bite. It's a culinary experience that transcends borders, bringing the essence of India to the heart of Paris. Bon appétit! Lien Google Map:

[mantraherbal]

Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” - William Shakespeare 

In Sanskrit, the rose flower is referred to as “Shatavari”, meaning, a flower with hundred petals. Ayurvedic textbook refers to rose water as the best ingredient that balances “Sadhaka Pitta”, a sub-dosha of Pitta, which controls our emotion and its effect on heart and thoughts. Rose water is also considered as “Tridoshic” as it aids in balancing Vata, Pitta and Kapha. The history of rosewater dates back to 10th century in Persia, where it was used to accentuate the beauty and elegance of kings and queens in ancient times. 

A fragrant beauty tonic created by distillation of rose petals in water is known as Best Rose Water for Face . It is a potent source of anti-oxidants, minerals and vitamins that boosts skin radiance and provides hydration. According to Ayurveda, the rose water has anti-inflammatory, anti-ageing and anti-bacterial properties that make it a hero ingredient for treating myriad skin problems such as redness, dryness, dehydration and open pores. Apart from this, having cooling properties, it also improves digestion and relieves acidity and heartburn. 

One of the best advantage of Rose water found in ingredient list of any cosmetic product, is that it suits all skin types and gives a healthy glow to the skin. This champion ingredient has attracted many skincare enthusiasts to imbibe in daily skincare needs. Kannauj, the perfume distillery city of India has been the master creator of 100% pure rose water in the world. 

I have come across different Rose Water products on the Instagram. Different brands promise different results on face.  But, there’s one brand that triumphs over all – Mantra Herbal. I got to know about Mantra Herbal’s Gulab Arka, from a beauty influencer on a social media platform. I was astonished to witness the diverse methods demonstrated for Gulab Arka as a multi-tasker aesthetic tonic. 

 The brand, Mantra Herbal descends from the legacy of Baidyanath, which has a century of expertise in making ayurvedic products. The most highlighting feature of this PETA-certified brand is that they have identified twelve toxic chemicals such as Parabens, SLS, SLES, Artificial color and fragrances. These twelve harmful chemicals are cited as “The Dirty Dozen” and excluded from the products. This makes Mantra Herbal a brand that follows transparent labeling policy in which a consumer consciously knows about all the ingredients in the product.  The other spotlight aspect of this conscious beauty brand that it has curated all the products based on the basic principles of Ayurveda – Vata, Pitta & Kapha. They have unique products that aim to pacify all the three doshas.

As mentioned earlier, Gulab Arka is Mantra Herbal’s most iconic product that has been a super seller since its inception. Infused with the finest quality of rose extracts from Kannauj, this rose water balances pH, provides intense hydration and enhances complexion. Being entirely free from toxic chemicals, Gulab Arka can be used as a facial toner post-cleansing. Every drop of this super-charged antioxidant elixir calms skin rashes, redness and breakouts for oily skin. The mesmerizing floral aroma energizes mind and body. Add Gulab Arka in your freshly prepared homemade face mask to boost glow in weekly skincare routine. For extremely dry skin in winters, you may add a few drops of Glycerin and massage onto your face for locking moisture after bath. At night, sprinkle this rose water onto face and neck before applying your most-loved facial oil for complete skin rejuvenation. 

Gulab Arka’s versatile property makes it an excellent scalp tonic to treat scalp dryness and itchiness. If binge watching a web series makes your eyes tired, then this product works as an instant eye refresher that shreds away tiredness and puffiness. Or if dark circles have been bothering you then you may spray Gulab Arka in a cotton ball and keep it pated on eyes for relaxation. Especially during summers, add 5ml to 10ml of rose water in Thandai, a well known Indian cold-drink, to boost digestion and alleviate bloating.

Rose water is a mega-hit ingredient in the cosmetic industry for its benefits for skin. Mantra Herbal’s Gulab Arka is quite a differentiating product that I have used personally. The superior grade quality, reasonable price and travel friendly packaging will definitely make you a true fan of this product.