#The Scent Of Lavender

[vilandel]

The Scent Of Lavender

Chapter 2 – Journey of Lavender

A/N The journey is slowly going and our main pair has a first real talk... that goes deeper than what Nozel intended 💜

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“I’m going to DIE!!!”

“Come on, you overdramatic virgin delinquent, you are just seasick, that is no big deal.”

“No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? I’M DYING OVER HERE!!!”

“Given the strength of your voice currently, I highly doubt that you are dying right now. And you call yourself a Magic Knight?”

“Shut up, No-No! Why are you two so mean to me? I’m the one dying and you just throw shades at me? Talk about squadmates, you are worse than vice-captain Nacht and his horrible claims about our squad!”

“You have to admit that vice-captain Nacht doesn’t lie, as harsh as his words is,” Noelle replied with shrug.

“No, he is lying! He says that captain Yami is irresponsible with his grimoire!”

“Well, he is. Who in their right mind gambles their own grimoires, risking to lose them?”

“Real men do!”

“Reason more why men are stupid. The Blue Roses aren’t so wrong, after all.”

“Who are you calling stupid, you jerky majesty? Argh, I’m going to… can’t the waves just stop?”

“If the waves stop, the ship won’t be able to move forward and you’ll be stuck on it for longer. And of course I’m calling you stupid, I’m royalty.”

“What fricking logic is that even?”

Vanessa giggled at the argument of her squadmates. Poor Magna certainly regrets by now that he asked them to keep him company. For some reason, he thought that the butler of captain Rill would be a pain in the ass for him. Magna logic.

But Vanessa was now certain that Magna would actually prefer the butler as a travelling companion. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, dear old Walt would be the one spending the most time with him once they arrived at Lavender Island. Which would be in three or four days from now on, after their departure the day before.

It was strange that they hadn’t brought any spatial mages with them, though. They would have been there in no time. But apparently, any spatial mage known never set any foot on Lavender Island and for some reason, there were no Magic Knight stationed there permanently. Noelle of course pretended that it was because nobles there were full of themselves. But Noelle had a tendency to jump to the worst assumptions.

Vanessa was certain that if no Magic Knights were stationed on Lavender Island, it must been because everything was fine. Heck, maybe the nobles there were more open-minded and even kinder than on the mainland.

Plus, three weddings at once? That was so romantic.

Vanessa was certain that this mission was the best kind she ever had. It was really more like a vacation than a mission. Okay, it was sadly not a family vacation, since it wasn’t the entire Black Bull squad being sent. But well, they had the opportunity to work with people from other squads, to make new friends and this wasn’t something Vanessa dared to complain about.

Captain Rill was certainly a cutie, his butler seemed so caring and Mimosa Vermillion was just one of the most kind person Vanessa knew. That would be a piece of cake going along with them.

Captain Nozel was of course another level, more difficult to reach and there was the whole painful past with Noelle. But for Vanessa, it sounded more like a challenge. After all, there might be more about him than just a cold asshole. Him trying to mend his relationship with Noelle shows that he certainly had a heart.

Vanessa still wondered what could had happen to him that he ended up as cold jerk. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she didn’t had the impression that captain Nozel was enjoying being a jerk. Maybe a protection of some sort?

Protection from what, exactly?

Well, it wasn’t like this vacation mission was the perfect opportunity to learn more about him. Not to mention that he was handsome, which was really motivating for Vanessa.

Although, after she accidentally flirted with him when he caught her stumbling… the approach would be a bit difficult. Captain Nozel was related to Noelle, surely there has to be some sibling similarities and if awkward at taking compliments was one of them, he might trying to avoid her. It wasn’t like Vanessa didn’t felt embarrassed about it. She did and gosh, it never happened to her ever before to be embarrassed about her flirting and teasing. What a dumb first.

Not to mention that yesterday, Noelle scolded her for half an hour after Vanessa accidentally flirted with her brother. Okay, it was just Noelle overreacting like she did, but still, her squadmate make it sound like she just killed someone or something like that. Were Silvas really that bad at anything positive?

Magnas grunting brought Vanessa back to reality and away from that handsome yet cold man that was the captain of the Silver Eagles.

“I should’ve asked that stupid butler to keep me company. Or the captain of the Aqua Deers, even though he probably will take my plaster to paint on it. Or the sweet Golden Dawn girl, she seems nice and she is always in a good mood, plus she is a healer. Speaks A LOT for your cousin, Noelle. Heck, even the jerk captain of the Silver Eagles might be better company than you two!”

“That is not a kind thing to say to your squadmates, poor little virgin delinquent. Really, you’re in a bad mood when you’re seasick. And dealing with a wounded leg. Gosh, it’s both, no wonder you’re such in a bad mood!”

“Shut up, you wino!”

Well, if that didn’t proved Vanessas point, then what would it be? But honestly, Magna was really unhappy to be in this rest position. And the fact that he wasn’t on the mission. And probably because he couldn’t fly on his special broom in this condition. Vanessa actually hoped that taking the Crazy Cyclone with them would make Magna a bit happier. But well, if he can’t fly on it… But at least he would spent some of his time to take care of his broom instead of letting someone else doing it.

Hopefully Magna would realize it soon.

“Honestly, Magna, I have the feeling you’re just complaining for the sake of it,” Noelle sighed dramatically, trying to focus on her book. “Your situation isn’t that bad at all. Not the thriving adventures, training and gambling you have daily, but given your condition, you’re rather in a good place. Don’t tell me you would have preferred to have Luck trying to fight you every minute? Think of your leg, last time it happened, you couldn’t use it properly for a month!”

“Don’t remind me of that! I’m sure Owen just was overdramatic, it only took a month because… because Luck was being a jerk, that’s why!”

“It is better than losing your leg forever, if you ask me.”

The three Black Bulls turned their heads towards the door of Magnas cabin, only to see Mimosa in the frame, a teapot and a hot mug in her hands.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t knock, but my hands are rather full, so…”

Vanessa immediately stood up and guided the young Vermillion into the cabin. “Oh, it’s okay, come in, love. The more the merrier, am I right? Oh, is that tea?”

“Yes, for sir Magna. It’s a good herbal tea that would help for his leg. The waves and sea wind can be rather tricky. I put some honey in it, if it’s okay.”

“Of course it is! How kind of you! Magna, don’t be a jerk and accept this delicious tea.”

Oh, was Magna actually blushing? How cute! Well, Mimosa Vermillion was a pretty girl, but maybe it was just the kindness she was showing. Which also meant for him that he couldn’t get mad at her, unlike with Noelle and Vanessa.

Magna just grunted as he took a sip from the mug. Only to have his eyes brighten up the very same moment.

“Hey, this is actually pretty good! Thank you, Noelles cousin!”

“Magna, where are your manners? My cousin’s name is Mimosa! You should know that by now, it’s not like Asta never talks about her after he visits his rival… I mean, not that it matters to me at all!”

Vanessa frowned. Why did Noelle sounded kinda jealous right there?

“You’re very welcome, sir Magna.”

“Magna is just fine.”

“Okay, if you wish so. Asta told me a lot about you, he has you in very high esteem.”

Oh, did Mimosa just blushed right there? Yes, she did and even got a cute little smile on her face!

Vanessa started to understand. Mimosa certainly had a crush on Asta as well. Couldn’t blame that dear girl for that, honestly. Vanessa couldn’t tell though if Noelle was aware about her cousins crush on Asta or if she was just jealous that another girl was close to Asta. In any case, she wouldn’t admit it, obviously.

Well, that was some news. They weren’t even arrived at Lavender Island yet and she already learned something juicy. Vanessa was now almost disappointed that Asta wasn’t part of the mission, so she could have witness this sweet love drama in its full glory. But for the sake of those two princesses, maybe it was for the better.

Asta was a sweet lad, but so terribly dense and oblivious that sometimes even Vanessa was fed up with it. If he hadn’t realized Noelles feelings so far, it was only fair to assume that he also didn’t realized Mimosas as well.

What a situation, really. Logically, Vanessa was more close to Noelle, so she should maybe cheer for her squadmate more. But Mimosa was also such a sweet girl and she definitely appreciated Astas qualities, which was a huge plus point in Vanessas eyes. Happiness was something she deserved. And in the end, once he got a hold of his density, wouldn’t it be Astas choice? Be it Noelle, Mimosa or maybe someone else entirely?

That thought made Vanessa blink for a second. How strange. For as long as she knew the Black Bulls rookies, she always took for granted that Noelle and Asta would end up together one day. It seemed just the normal course of action in her eyes. But now that she learned that Mimosa Vermillion was also having feelings for Asta, she actually considered the possibility that Asta might fall for someone else…

Well, as exciting as it was, Vanessa hoped that it won’t end up tragically. It was fair to assume that both Noelle and Mimosa loved Asta enough that they would support each other, if he would choose one of them or someone else, that they would be happy for him. And Vanessa would certainly not try to sabotage any relationship just so Noelle can get with him. She often read some stupid romance novels were the love interest ended up with someone else first and the main character tried to sabotage that relationship, often with the help of friends. In the name of “true love” and because “it was meant to be”, some shit like that. Vanessa always hated this kind of plots and she refused to become that type of person. Even for her squadmates.

Even for herself… After all, since the jealousy towards captain Charlotte just wouldn’t come at this point…

Oh no, dangerous territory here, a slippery edge it was the best to ignore and drown in wine. But as Vanessa wanted to take another sip, she had to realized that her bottle was empty.

“Oopsie! Empty bottle. Don’t mind me, you little ones, I’ll just get another one and I’ll be right back.”

“Vanessa, you shouldn’t. This is already your fourth bottle today.”

Vanessa fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved Noelle dearly, but that constant worry about her drinking habits was sometimes really annoying. After all, her royal squadmate had the tendency to overreact.

“Noelle, sweetie, I’m really holding back. Normally, I would be at my eighth bottle at this point.”

“And what about those you drink in secret?”

Shoot, how did she know? Or maybe she was just bluffing.

“Don’t worry about it, I got this under control. Don’t forget, I’m an expert at magic control, that counts for drinking as well.”

Vanessa left the room before Noelle could protest. Thankfully, neither Mimosa nor Magna noticed it, Magna would have argued again with Noelle and Mimosa probably would have been worried too, as the healer she was.

As Vanessa closed the door, she heard Magna laughing, while Mimosa told something funny about Finrals jerk of a brother. Well, the bonding was already promising for this vacation. There was nothing to be worried about in her books.

If it worked with Mimosa, it would certainly work as well with the two captains of their team. Maybe it needed more effort with Noelles handsome brother. Especially after the accidental flirt yesterday. Gosh, this was really embarassing. But what would life be without some little challenges here and there?

But first things first, a new bottle of wine. So, where was the kitchen of this ship again? With the cabins or below or above? Ships were rather like labyrinths for Vanessa and she lived in the maze that was the Black Bulls Hideout. But to be fair, she had never been on a ship before, no wonder it was easy to get lost.

“Ah, screw it, I’ll just ask a sailor to show me, let’s go on deck.”

Sadly, she didn’t saw any sailor on the deck, except for one who was behind that strange wooden wheel that was apparently leading the ship. Vanessa didn’t know what it was called and how it worked, but he looked certainly like he was on duty. So, better not asking him to show her the ships kitchen.

The only two other people present were the captains of the Aqua Deers and the Silver Eagles.

Uh, captain business?

Gosh, seeing them together like this, so different in so many ways, it was actually hard to believe that both of them were captains.

Not to mention that they were both so different as well from captain Yami… and captain Charlotte…

Dangerous territory, Vanessa. Don’t think about it.

Why did that thought sounded like she was trying to convince herself?

To distract her, Vanessa started to observe captain Nozel in particular.

Like yesterday, she was taken aback that she never realized how handsome this man was. Okay, she knew that he was handsome, but what she never noticed before was how fine-looking he was.

His profile was something else, it looked sharp and at the same time, there was a softness within, making him elegant. That jawline was probably the most mesmerizing one she ever saw and she had been in awe of Yamis jawline for long. His hair looked spiky, but Vanessa was ready to bet that it only looked that way. The shining of it was the same as Noelles and her young squadmate had quite the silky hair. Maybe his hair was silky too, just fuller? It had to be fuller than Noelles, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to make such an iconic braid out of his bangs.

Speaking of, it was astounding how such a hairstyle looked so good on him. Not ridiculous at all. Vanessa didn’t know how the captain of the Silver Eagles could pull it off, but he did. It was somehow fitting, as it did give him an eagle look. Was it on purpose or just a coincidence?

The beginning sunset bathed him in some pale golden light, only accenting his beauty. He was still looking cold and distance, yet the golden light somehow made it look as it was just a mask, as there was more behind. She saw the metallic lilac of his eyes, such a rare and mesmerizing shade. Vanessa did wonder if under a certain light, maybe his eyes would have more a lavender shade.

In this moment, it was almost the case…

Captain Nozel seemed to have finished to talk about whatever it was with captain Rill, as he walked away from his colleague. Vanessa was taken aback about how elegantly he was walking. Why haven’t she never realized it before? Granted, she never had much to do with him or Silver Eagles in general. But still…

His march seemed so focused, his aura was still cold. Yet, when he walked on the deck, his Silver Eagle robe slightly floating behind him, his expression serious, his lilac eyes clearly hiding more than they were showing, he looked more than just royal in her eyes. He looked majestic…

Gosh, did she really just thought that? Damn… maybe Zora was right, maybe she could easily be distracted by a pretty face. Well, she could still admit that Nozel Silva was handsome, no need to interpret more. After all, he wasn’t her type. He wasn’t buff like captain Yami. Yet, looking at the captain of the Silver Eagles, Vanessa dared to think that while he wasn’t buff, he wasn’t a beanpole either, like captain Jack. She knew that you don’t need to be buff to have muscles. Maybe it was the case for Nozel Silva? He always wear a lot of layers, like his Silver Eagle robe and Vanessa knew from Noelles clothes that the Silva attires could be rather complicated and with multiple layers. Light ones, though. Maybe there were some muscles hiding under all those layers.

Lean, well-defined muscles… That seemed rather attractive. Maybe she should stop looking only at buff men?

Phew, her thoughts were running wild. Was this good or bad? Was it right to forget her crush on captain Yami? Maybe, since the jealousy just wouldn’t take her.

Oh no, slippery slope again. Why did it always come back to her mind?

Nozel nodded slightly as he passed her, but that was all. He didn’t even glanced at Vanessa. Well, at least he wasn’t ignoring her, like he might would have done before his apology to Noelle. Yet, Vanessa wouldn’t have blamed him if he would’ve ignored her. Given how she accidentally flirted with him yesterday.

Still, it was somehow rude, just a nod and nothing else. Good reminder actually that he was still a cold jerk. But a damn attractive one.

“Oh, hello Vanessa!”

Captain Rills voice took her away from his eye-catching colleague and he even waved at her. Vanessa waved back and went towards him. Why not bonding with him too? He was a kind and sweet lad. So different from Nozel Silva…

“So, what were you two captains talking about? Captain business? Some small-talk? Enjoying the view?”

“I was, but Nozel was more focused on the mission.”

“I wonder why, it’s an easy mission, feels more like a vacation to me.”

“Well, it’s about nobles and weddings, I guess it is especially important to not lose focus.”

Really, captain Rill as well? Vanessa couldn’t be the only one who saw no problem with those weddings and this mission.

But maybe the captain of the Aqua Deers only tried to act like his rank. After all, he was the youngest captain ever so far and all the other ones were quite older than him. She wondered how it was like during captain meetings.

“Is it really such a big deal, captain Rill? I mean, when it comes to nobles and weddings.”

“It is complicated to me for the most part and thankfully my mother never urged me so far to get married. But I know enough to not be blind about it.” He was still smiling, but his voice was more serious than it usually was. “Noble marriages aren’t really out of love, it’s more about deals, power, alliances between houses, money… oh, that is a rough draft, but it’s the basic idea. I can’t really explain to it in details. Maybe you should ask Nozel, he understands certainly more about this topic than I do. Plus, he is also Head of House, he has to deal with such things probably on a daily basis.”

Vanessa frowned. Again this urban legend about loveless weddings and nobility. She just couldn’t believe that it was true, as it didn’t make any sense at all. At least to her, plus Noelle and Finral always have the tendency to exaggerate.

But captain Rills statement… and the fact that it was the first time someone outside of the Black Bulls talked about that topic…

“Maybe the nobles on the island are more open-minded about marriages than on the mainland,” Vanessa said slowly.

“Or maybe they are even more traditionalist because they live on an island.”

Well, she didn’t expected that statement. Why did it gave her a bad feeling about the whole mission?

“Captain Nozel knows more, you say?”

“I think so. I don’t think he likes it, he sometimes makes a face about nobles when he think no one is looking. Did I made a drawing of that face once? I certainly should. But yes, it’s only logical that as a Head of House, he knows more about it. If you wanna know more about nobles and their strange world, he is certainly your best shot right now.”

Maybe… But was it necessary? Vanessa was never really interested to know more about nobles and their world. It was too far away from her reach and since most of them never cared for the likes of the Black Bulls, why bother?

But somehow…

Was Noelle right? And Finral and some others, even captain Rill? Was it important to know more about nobility sometimes?

💜💜

“You are kind-hearted, Nozel… thank you…”

He could have sworn that his mother was smiling. But why would she? She was in pain, she had no reason to smile.

Nozel hold her hand a bit tighter. Fighting the tears in his eyes.

Was it just him or did her hand felt colder all of a sudden?

Maybe he should tell the servants to make some fire, his mother shouldn’t be cold in her condition.

But just as he stood up, her hand fell back on the blanket.

Lifeless…

“Mother?”

Acier Silva was still lying, her head a bit to the side were Nozel had been crouching, holding her hand. Her eyes were closed, her hair across the pillows looked like silver ink and she was actually smiling.

Does that mean that she was better? Was there still hope? It has to be, since she was smiling!

“Mother?”

Nozel put a hand against her cheek. It was cold…

And she wasn’t moving.

She wasn’t moving!

“Mother?”

There was no breathing… No, it was probably there, just very faint, not to be heard. Normal in her condition.

But as Nozel felt her pulse and her heartbeat, there was nothing but cold.

“Mama?”

Nozel hated how stammering his voice sounded now. He shouldn’t show any weakness. Mother counted on him and he was the only one who knew about this horrible curse. If not him, who else would be able to support her.

He shook her shoulders, softly first, then a bit more firmly. But Acier Silva, captain of the Silver Eagles and the Dancing of the Battlefield, didn’t moved.

“Mama…”

She can’t be dead, right? They wouldn’t let evil win, they were stronger than that. But she wasn’t moving.

Nozel couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, still denying the horrible fact as he fell on his knees, taking her hand again and looking at the smiling face of his mother. She was smiling, but it was cold.

Calling her, but she was gone… as well as his childhood.

“MAMA!”

Nozel woke up, sweating and panting, despite not feeling hot and wearing only his pyjama pants. As he looked around, he realized that he was not in his mother’s chamber on that fateful day, but in his cabin on the ship. Sailing to Lavender Island.

Just a nightmare. A memory.

They were always the same.

Nozel tried his best to calm his breathing. He should be focused, he was on a mission. Even worse, a mission involving nobles and weddings. This wasn’t the time to show any weakness. Neither in front of nobles nor of his companions.

One of them was Noelle…

He sighed deeply as he fell back on the pillow. On one hand, he was happy that his sister was also part on this mission. Of course, it wasn’t the first time that they got to be part of the same team, as they had been both part of the Royal Knights. But this had been before of his apology and before they started to mend their relationship.

Before he made amends…

And this was the reason why, on the other hand, he felt like it might be overwhelming for her. Nozel already felt so nervous about it, so how nervous could Noelle be, who suffered a lot because of his mistakes? Was it a good idea to be on the same team, on the same mission, for a rather long period of time?

Maybe he shouldn’t have accepted to go on this mission. But to be fair, Nozel accepted to take it before Yami even decided to send Noelle. Nozel wondered if he would have refused to go if he had knew beforehand his baby sister would be chosen to be sent on Lavender Island. And his own answer balanced between “yes” or “no idea”, but never to “no”. Wasn’t this the proof that he wasn’t a good man and never would be? That he was such selfish scumbag?

Nozel knew that he would never be able to make up for all the mistakes he did, that nothing he would ever do could make someone good out of him.

Yet, why was he still trying to reach to Noelle, to atone for what he did, when it was useless anyway?

Nozel couldn’t answer that. Maybe he didn’t wanted to, but he couldn’t see a reason for trying that wasn’t selfish.

Besides, he knew very well why he accepted this mission. It was because Lavender Island was the place his mother spent her honeymoon.

With his father… but Nozel refused to even think about him.

No, all he could think about was that his mother apparently loved to spent time there, on Lavender Island. If she had lived, she certainly would have brought all four them there. She had always loved to take him and his siblings on vacation, whenever she had some days off, which didn’t happened often.

Nozel didn’t understood even why this reason motivated him so much to go on this mission. His mind wasn’t even that much focused on the task ahead, but more about seeing a place that meant a lot his mother.

Even though, like everything related to the wonderful Acier Silva, it put a sharp dagger through his heart. It opened a wound that never had been close since he was fourteen years old.

For so long, Nozel had been afraid to focus for too long on anything that was somehow related to his mother. It always hurt too much and more importantly, he didn’t deserve it to have those memories without pain.

Yet, lately, ever since Spade, he seem to remember more often, willingly. The pain was still too much to bare, yet Nozel couldn’t stop it.

Having lost his curse must have made him mad in a way. He was so used to have it that not having it anymore felt… wrong. Now wonder he was going mad, if not having a horrible thing made him felt mad.

Nozel touched his neck, there were the curse mark used to be was now just a subtle scar, barely seen or felt. Making the golden chocker he still wore useless, but he put it on anyway. A good person would have abandoned it.

But that wasn’t him.

It would never be him.

He couldn’t go back to sleep. Not with those thoughts. Maybe he should walk around and come back, it sometimes helped him to fell asleep again.

Nozel wondered if he should try to ignore all those thoughts or rather dwell on them. Both options seemed appalling, though.

As he stood up, his eyes fell onto the office desk of his cabin. It was quite the ingenious invention, as it was anchored to the wall and on the floor, making it impossible to move, even during a thunderstorm. Same as the bed and any other furniture.

It wasn’t much anyway, but Nozel didn’t mind that much. This cabin, despite being smaller, actually had more furniture than his chambers back at the palace.

But his eyes fell on the books that were on it. Six, actually.

Three were his own. It was a long time since he read those stories and it felt a bit wrong to bring something on a mission that had nothing to do with it. But somehow, Nozel thought that maybe he could. Noelle did it as well, after all.

The Rose Crown, Fawkes & Geneviève, Lullaby of the Maiden…

It was just stories from old medieval times, when there was no Magic Knight squads and Wizard King. Stories of courteous love, of knights and fair ladies, tragedies, of only loving from afar.

If he ever would fall in love – as if that would happen to a man like him – Nozel always assumed that it would be this way. Only from afar, as pure as it could be. But never happy.

The other three books were more recent, had happy endings and were also about love. But despite that, it still hurt. Not only because he would never know that, but also because… those were some of his mother’s favourite novels.

Pride & Prejudice, Persuasion, Sense & Sensibility…

Why did he brought those books with him? Was it because he would go to a place his mother loved?

Well, Nozel didn’t want to read anyway.

After putting his sandals on, he made his bed and left his cabin. The ship was still moving, subtle only, as a mother rocked a baby.

Mother…

Nozel started to walk along the hallway. As silently as he could, to not wake up the others.

But apparently, it wasn’t good enough. A door to another cabin opened.

And the Black Bull witch came out.

Nozel froze. Why did it had to be her? As if it was already not enough that she certainly hated him because of what happened to Noelle and wouldn’t want anything to do with him? No, just yesterday, she stumbled as she came on the ship, he had to catch her… and she actually dared to flirt with him, in front of everyone, before realizing it was him!

Nozel wondered if she was as embarrassed as he was. But no, she was known as the Drunk Witch and given Noelles stories during her visits, that woman might have completely banned embarrassment from her personal dictionary.

The witch looked up and gasped a bit as she saw him. Nozel quickly looked away because… she barely was wearing something. Just her underwear! Was that even normal, even for a Black Bull? Not to mention that those pieces of fabric could barely be qualified as underwear, as they barely even covered…

Why did he looked back? Nozel turned his eyes again. She must think he was some kind of open pervert that only objectified women. As if she hadn’t already a horrible opinion about him.

He had to admit that, objectively speaking of course, she was quite beautiful. Much more than many noble ladies that always tried to woo him. Her porcelain skin, those long eyelashes, her elegant arms and legs, that swan like neck, her eyes, that wavy hair and that special shade of pink… what was it called, rosewood?

Oh no, he didn’t realized that he was staring again! What was wrong with him? Was this whole mission a big mistake, as he took decision he never would have made before? Like indulging anything related to his mother?

And the pain came back…

For a moment, Nozel had the impression that something in her eyes softened. But that was his mind playing tricks on him. Why would she ever soften her glance at him? He hurt Noelle who her squadmate.

“Bad dream, huh?”

“Is there any other kind?”

Nozel hated that he said that out loud. As true as it was for him, it was still a weakness and he shouldn’t show any weakness. Especially in front of someone who of course didn’t like him, might even despise him.

And who had good reasons for that.

“Wanna come in? That kind old sailor cook made me some and it’s always a good thing against bad dreams.”

Nozel looked up, shocked by her proposition. Why was she nice to him? Didn’t she resent him? She should, right? She had no reason to offer him something as delicious as hot chocolate.

And… why did she reminded him of his mother? Acier also swore that nothing was better against nightmares than hot chocolate.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you dislike hot chocolate, handsome. Noelle always needs at least three big bowls of cocoa each morning. Don’t tell me she is the only one the family, that sweettooth must be in the genes.”

Now, her tone was flirty again. Was it to tease him? A subtle undertone to show that she disliked him? Some noble ladies who tried to woo him sometimes used that tone with him, Nozel neither was blind nor deaf.

But somehow, it still felt different…

Again, his imagination. Just his imagination.

But the witch was also one of Noelles squadmates and probably a better sibling he would ever be, no matter how hard he tried. If he wanted to be on better terms with his sister, then being polite with her squadmates maybe would be helpful.

“Only one cup, then.”

He might be polite, but he didn’t want to stay for too long. It was already unfitting for him to enter a woman’s chamber, even though she invited him. Nozel already so much dignity with all the mistakes he made, he could at least try to hold the last bit of respect that wasn’t in the mud.

The witch smiled – why? – and waved him in. As he entered, Nozel saw that her cabin wasn’t different from his, except that it was fuller and completely in disorder. It almost looked like Nebras bedroom, either at the palace or back at the base of the Silver Eagles. And Nozel thought no one could top Nebras shambolic nature.

It was strange. There was some familiar feeling in this chaos, even though it wasn’t Nebras. And it wasn’t back home at the palace.

Although… The Silva Palace stopped to be his home from the day his mother died. It was just the place he lived, but not home.

Another pang of familiar guilt went through his heart.

In the meantime, the witch filled two little cups with hot chocolate and handed one to him. Nozel took it, careful to not show his hesitation. He still had no idea if the witch was just trying to be polite or if there was something he should be cautious about. She was a Black Bull and certainly knew about Noelles past. She had reasons to hate him and maybe thought that Noelle needed to be avenged.

And Nozel wouldn’t even blame her. Wasn’t it normal to want to avenge people you loved and that had been wronged? He himself wanted to take revenge on Megicula for his mother. Why wouldn’t the Black Bull witch taking revenge on Noelles behalf?

And yet still… Nozel couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, anything that would have woken up his suspicions.

“Not quite the talker, aren’t you, sugar?” the witch giggled while taking a sip.

“Not really.”

“Small talk isn’t the worst, you know?”

“Small talk is what nobles use if they hope to gain something on the subtle way from a royal, especially a Head of House. I had to deal with those kind of people my entire life since I was fifteen… So, I have yet to find something positive about small talks.”

The disgust must have been quite obvious in his voice. The witch frowned and looked closely at him. He felt like his mask was falling. And he couldn’t have that.

“You don’t like nobles.”

Well, what an understatement.

“You know, for long I thought that only the kind commoners, peasants and some misfits like us Black Bulls would dislike nobility. But not only, as I found out. If even a royal like you, who isn’t a black sheep like Noelle and who is actually a Head of House, doesn’t like nobles, I really wonder why nobility still exists.”

Good question. But it wasn’t as easy as that.

“It’s… complicated.”

“That’s an easy way to not handle things going wrong.”

“Sometimes… but sometimes, it is not an excuse. It is really complicated. I am… myself struggling with it. But I’m not the only one. It is difficult to understand for many and a lot of nobles… add to the problem. They love power and a lot just want more of it. It’s simply put, but it’s the basic image.”

“Why not getting rid of nobility and any status altogether?”

“If it was that easy, it would already be done a long time ago.”

Nozel refused say more. The witch clearly didn’t care about nobles and how that corrupt world worked. If her idea was to simply get rid of it, she clearly was naïve. Which was stupid and not a good thing to be as a Magic Knight.

Yet, Nozel envied her a bit for her naivety. He had it as well when he was a child. But he lost it when his mother died.

And he lost every right of childlike joy when he started his unforgivable mistakes…

The witch must have noticed something shifting within him, as she put a hand on his bare shoulder. Nozel flinched at the touch. It was cold, yet not disagreeable. And her skin felt like silk…

But his flinch made her back away.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you. But I think that since you don’t like nobles, maybe you shouldn’t have come to this mission.”

“The Wizard King asked me to come.”

“Well, I don’t think he would have mind you saying no.”

“I’m a captain. I can’t just say no when it fits me.”

“Yami does it all the time.”

“I’m not Yami.”

Nozel really hoped his tone hasn’t been to harsh. He knew how much the Black Bulls cared for the foreigner and they had good reasons for it. They went all to Spade in order to save their captain. Certainly the witch wouldn’t like if someone talks about Yami Sukehiro in a negative tone.

He didn’t like Yami, but he would be stupid to not respect him.

“Do you maybe have another reason to go on this mission?”

How did she know? Was her drunk reputation just a mask and she was actually terribly observant?

Nozel did the mistake again to look at her without his usual mask. And the witch dared to roll her eyes.

“It’s simple logic, darling. It visibly bothers you to go on that mission, yet you’re still going. You certainly have another reason than the mission. Nothing wrong with that, I don’t think you should be ashamed about it.

He wasn’t ashamed! Not really, but…

“It was the place my mother spent her honeymoon.”

“Oh.”

She sounded like she understood. Why?

“Does Noelle know?”

“Not yet…”

“You should tell her. Don’t you think you owe her that?”

“I know!”

He saw the witch flinch and he immediately regretted to have yelled. He didn’t want to yell, but he hated being remembered from others that he owed Noelle. He knew that better than anyone else. He owed his little sister more than could fit in the rest of his life and it would never be enough.

“I’m apologize for the yelling, miss Enoteca.”

“Please, handsome, you can call me just Vanessa.”

“Miss Vanessa… I know I owe Noelle this. But… Noelle looks so much like our mother and it is one of the pathetic reason that had lead me to do all those my mistakes towards her. I know that she deserves to know more about our mother. But Noelle is also her own person and after being practically in the shadow of a woman she never knew… it had hurt her. And I’ll do anything, anything… that it won’t hurt her again. I just… don’t know how to do it.”

Nozel hadn’t meant to tell the witch all of that. It was a bad idea, especially in front of someone who disliked him. It would sound to her like he was trying to find excuses. But that wasn’t it.

But who would believe that?

Still, it had felt… right to tell it to someone. To open his heart, even just a bit. He didn’t deserve it, of course. Yet it still felt it needed to get out. How strange.

Was he really getting unable to carry his burden anymore?

“Handsome… have you ever been able to grieve?”

Her voice didn’t sound any kind of upset or not believing him. Not even unkind. It sounded… like she was surprised, taken aback, maybe a bit sorry.

Hopefully it wasn’t pity. Nozel had never been able to handle pity.

And compassion had never been given, at least he never saw it.

“Tell me, miss Vanessa…”

“Just Vanessa is fine.”

“When… when a child, not even old enough to have a grimoire, lost a loving a parent… and is left alone to take care of the other siblings, unable to properly grieve and placed in a position to big for someone that age… What should be done?”

Nozel didn’t even know why he asked. After so many years, he hadn’t questioned why he didn’t got help. But…

All of a sudden, he remembered how he had asked himself this question when mother died. And he never get an answer. Was there even one?

The witch seemed to think a bit before answering, “Well, that child certainly shouldn’t be left alone. At least one adult should be there to support said child and the younger siblings, to help all of them dealing with the loss.”

“And… when no adult was there? When no adult helped?”

“That would be so cruel to leave a child alone with a task too big for that age. Left alone, that poor child might make mistakes and be screwed growing up, not to mention the younger siblings. But which adult would leave a child alone in that situation.”

Nozel didn’t answer. He just look at the witch. Not even trying to hold his usual mask. He didn’t had the strength anymore for it. Not tonight at least. He really was getting weak.

He saw confusion on the witch’s face at first, then the slow realization. His heart break for some reason at the sight… Was it right to have told her that much already? And why was his heart breaking when it wasn’t even whole in the first place?

Nozel felt like he was losing himself. Again…

“Wait… don’t tell me… that child is you? No one helped you? Why?”

He didn’t answer. After all, he didn’t had the answer himself. Except that he wasn’t a good person, but somehow, it sounded so… wrong?

The witch looked like she wanted to hug him, but thankfully she didn’t. Pity wasn’t something he wanted to get.

Instead, she put her cup back on the table and put a hand on his shoulder. This time, Nozel didn’t flinch. He couldn’t look at her either. It was wrong that he told her all of that. But it didn’t felt like it…

“You shouldn’t had been left alone back then…”

Nozel didn’t cry. He couldn’t. But her genuine kindness, despite her obviously disliking him, was enough to let at least one single tear fell from his eyes.

Vanessa went silent, but her presence was somehow doing more than his guilt…

[katsukistofu]

peanut butter and jellyfish

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face. 

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows. 

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!” 

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor. 

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth. 

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer. 

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch. 

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before. 

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you. 

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away. 

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him. 

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two. 

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps. 

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

───────── 

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day. 

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway. 

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies. 

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning. 

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in. 

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall. 

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch 

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl 

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

 

pikachew

girl what 

invisi-girl 

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock 

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice 

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl 

SEE

it’s barbie bitch 

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch 

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires 

can yall not flirt before lunch 

next time i’m gonna throw 

up before i get to eat

sue you 

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo 

sorry my love i cannot 

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics 

sue you

NO

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you 

forensic balls [you]

try me. 

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to 

i won’t now 

scotch tape 

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys 

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx 

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple. 

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings. 

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference. 

kazoo-ki 

K

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to 

finally get bitches in our class 

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen 

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real 

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish 

you two happy anniversary and 

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires  

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers. 

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

   ───────── 

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly. 

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb. 

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening. 

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling. 

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just–” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself. 

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands. 

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him. 

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier. 

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be. 

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips. 

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze. 

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear. 

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers. 

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!" 

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

   ───────── 

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw 

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1 

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1 

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1 

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1 

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

me

cuz u guys are NOT beating 

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why 

you two are sitting on each other 

ice spice

When the rest of the couch 

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new 

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

? 

dating allegation #1 

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro 

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

   ───────── 

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

 

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

us 

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and 

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

?

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over? 

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you. 

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

   ───────── 

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.” 

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants. 

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time. 

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

 “Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look. 

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

‧₊˚ 🐚 ✩ ₊˚ 🌊 ⊹ 𓇼

Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along. 

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away. 

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized. 

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically. 

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin. 

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest. 

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started. 

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks. 

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!” 

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank. 

“Glad the feeling is mutual.” 

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands. 

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you. 

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

   ───────── 

"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle. 

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper. 

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you. 

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. 

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.” 

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her. 

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands. 

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

[poirott]

David Suchet filming AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT 3x01 "The Mysterious Affair at Styles"

Rare behind the scenes footage from AGATHA CHRISTIE: UNFINISHED PORTRAIT documentary via BBC, aired September 20 1990 (please excuse the blurriness).

[harboretum]

New comic coming next week or right now if you're a patron

[skeletoninthemelonland]

*is taking a shower*

*picks up purple soap*

"hmmm. william afton fnaf"

*continues showering*

[mothtaire]

old men thursday aka recent doodles

[shiroganeryo]

BSD Rarepair Week, day 7: Rain

They got separated from their groups during a joint mission and unfortunately rain found them first.

White clothes and dark-colored underwear are a troublesome combo in this kind of situation...

[canisalbus]

had the thought of machete with sopping wet neck fluff that wouldn't leave my head

HAH oh no, the sopping wet dog lad. In a bubble bath. In a dusty rose pink bathtub no less ;_;

The expression is so good, he's just zoned out. Is he having a tiny existential crisis or just relaxing? Who can say.

I'm loving the soft dusk/dawn lighting, it looks so warm and atmospheric. And the way it passes through his ears and makes them glow is just *chef's kiss*.

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Insert Your Name (5)

Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

Link to series masterlist!

Notes and TW: Overthinker reader having a conversation with Mr. "Just Trust Me" Jade Leech. This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

Tags: @guava-writes @itszzmoon @twstsandturns @myteacupisempty @rou-luxe

“Would you like some tea?”

Jade offers you a cup of something that smells like lavender. You shake your head.

“I’m okay.” You turn your attention back to your screen. He sets the cup and saucer next to you anyway. “Who knows, maybe you’ve put a suspicious substance in it.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I can do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “You? Absolutely not. Give an inch and you take a mile.”

There’s a beat where he doesn’t reply. You look up at him, wondering if you’ve said something strange, but his back is turned as he walks to his seat. When he turns back around to settle in his chair, his expression stills like a frozen pond. Perfectly crafted, carefully unreadable.

A few hours have passed since his phone call. You’ve decided to work in Jade’s office today, thinking that you might get a clue or a burst of inspiration if one of the subjects of your thoughts is in close proximity. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his quiet hums and constant catering to your needs indicates that he’s rather pleased. Aside from the cup of tea releasing a wispy veil of steam, there’s also a plate of cookies and a bowl of cherries on his desk beside you.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

You close your laptop and sigh. There are too many to count, all swirling in your head without rest.

“Still thinking about what you told me this morning.” You don’t want to address the bigger issue—that (Y/N) apparently forgot who you are—so you start small. “I didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep.”

“Neither did I.” Jade frowns in thought. “I imagine it is a result of too few hours of sleep throughout the week.”

“Even so, you said it yourself. You can’t sleep around strangers.” You drum your fingers on the desk. “Maybe you actually do feel at ease around her.”

“That is not the case.” His voice carries certainty that surprises you. When you glance at him, you notice that his mouth is set in a firm line. “I was quite unsettled when I woke up.”

“Huh.” You can imagine it. His shock at his lapse in vigilance. But even so, no matter how tired he is, he has never made this sort of blunder before. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

A shadow passes over his face. He stands next to your chair and leans over you. His eyes stare straight into yours—piercing mismatched eyes with an almost magnetic pull.

“I will ask you the same question as last night. Do you really believe that manuscript is a reflection of things that will certainly come to pass?”

Your heart jumps. Is he using Shock the Heart? But a few seconds pass, and no words leave your lips. This is not his Signature Spell. This is Jade Leech asking you a sincere, serious question. Besides, you have no reason to lie.

“Like I said, I don’t know—”

“Then don’t talk and act as though it is.” Is that frustration in his voice? He maintains eye contact with you, and you feel as though you can’t look away. “I, for one, think a predetermined future is horribly boring. My actions dictated for me, every event predictable . . . . I would sooner abandon it all and throw caution to the wind. The only reason why I am following the manuscript is because it outlines a way to restore my parents’ health.”

His sentence ends on half a breath, as though he originally intended to say more. He doesn’t. You wait, but nothing comes out.

“And?”

He kneels beside your chair, no longer towering over you or crowding your space. When he speaks again, he is quiet. But in the silence of his office, you hear it clear as day.

“And because that is what you want.”

Many history textbooks praise the Sea Witch for her spells and potions. One of the most famous ones took away a mermaid’s voice. You wonder if this is what that mermaid felt like. A storm of thoughts, but none able to be processed by your vocal chords. Parted lips that leak no sounds. You stare, nonplussed.

Eventually, you manage to let out a breathy, barely-heard whisper.

“What?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “That is the truth. If that is what you wish for, then I will do my best to live up to your expectations. I know your good friend (Y/N)’s life is difficult. I know you think that by following this manuscript, everyone will be happy, because that is what it says will happen.”

You continue staring. The words seem to pass through you. It’s as though you are sitting in a dream, your surroundings wavering and surreal. What is he saying?

“The truth is that I could simply care less about (Y/N). She is at most an acquaintance. The reason why I give her special treatment is because I know she is precious to you.” He keeps rambling. You get the sense that he has been keeping quiet about this for a while. “As for the matter concerning my parents. If we follow the story, there is still no guarantee that they will be cured. Even you said you do not know if the manuscript’s plot will certainly come to pass. If Vil Schoenheit refuses to help my family, we will think of another way. He is not the only alchemist or curse expert in the world.

“I will follow what you want. But do not ask me to fall in love with (Y/N). That is the one thing I cannot do.”

“Why?” Your brain feels like porridge. Nothing seems to be getting through it. You cannot reason out a single thing. Isn’t (Y/N) created to be loved? Aren’t they written to fit like a glove on each other’s fingers? You’ve read the story. There doesn’t seem to be a particular reason why the Jade in the story obsesses over her aside from spending time together. It doesn’t actually matter. It’s the author’s will that their love is written in the stars—and the pages of that damn manuscript. It’s the point of the entire plot. “Is there something you don’t like about her?”

“Do I need a reason for failing to fall in love?”

Your mind blanks. Does he need a reason? He has a similar line in the manuscript. Do I need a reason for falling in love? If you think about it, isn’t it the same? No matter how you try and reason out the answer, love is not a puzzle with a logical answer. There is no formula, no recipe, no surefire step-by-step manual that you can follow to ensure success. Sometimes a spark causes a flame, and sometimes it sizzles out and dies. There is nobody to blame for either outcome.

You can’t wrap your mind around it. Why. Why. Why. Your brain, constantly overflowing with thoughts, cannot leave this topic to rest. A puzzle without an answer leaves you feeling antsy. Not knowing everything is a sin to your conscience.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“That is how love tends to be.”

An unsatisfactory answer. You dig your nails into your palm.

“Then answer me this. Why do you follow what I want? Is it because I’m interesting? No, that’s not right. You just said following a pre-written script is boring, and that’s exactly what I told you to do. I don’t understand.”

“The script is boring. You are anything but.”

“Me? What have I done?”

He smiles, then, one wholly different from his polite masks or his teasing grins or even his unhinged laughter. It’s an expression you associate with the times he talks about his interests. The expression that blankets and scatters across his countenance like orange rays of the setting sun over ocean waves. A quiet and calm beauty. A fondness that he rarely allows to be seen.

“Did you know that when you have much on your mind, you look up to the sky? That is why you prefer rooms with windows. The attic in my home that you love so dearly is one such room, and you spend all your time there nestled on the window seat. On that topic, you prefer small spaces because it helps you feel secure while you think. This is because you tend to zone out, and it is easier to defend yourself when no threats can appear behind you.”

“Uh, this is more like a behavioural report than a reason.”

“I do adore observing your behaviour. Particularly when you are lost in thought. I find myself wondering what you’re thinking about. If you’ll share them with me. But oftentimes, you do not trust me enough to do so.”

You swallow hard. “It’s hard to.”

“Why is that? I’ve known you for fifteen years. Floyd has known you for just as long, Azul a little less. (Y/N) has only known you for one year. So why can’t you trust me?”

You fiddle with your fingers, no longer capable of meeting his gaze. This kind of outburst is not something you expected from Jade. How long has he been thinking this way?

“I can’t tell what’s going on in your head. That’s why. Everything you say or do just gives me more to think about. If you’re being genuine or not, if you’ll suddenly decide to turn on me, things like that.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes. His smile shifts from fond to rueful and raw desperation permeates his shaky voice. It sounds brittle, as though a well-aimed push would shatter it into infinitesimal pieces.

“Is it so inconceivable that I could do things for you without ulterior motives?”

You look away. “Only until it no longer serves your interests or amuses you. Even if I can’t trust you fully, I’m sure there’s at least some level of it between us. I mean, we see each other regularly. I even let you drive me home.”

“Yes, but I am afraid I am a greedy man. Anyone else turning their back on me would be tolerable, but you—if it’s you . . . . At least promise me this. Even if I turn on the entire world,” he declares quietly, “promise you will trust that I will not betray you.”

You open your mouth as though to reply. Nothing comes out. You try again, your fingers gripping your knees tightly.

“I think we’re too similar. We’re both too cautious. We both think too much. Because of that, I can’t let my guard down around you.”

“Yet that is exactly what fascinates me.” He places a hand over yours. “Trying to decipher your thoughts, wondering about the motivations behind your actions, these are all things I find myself enthralled by. Your brutality and decisiveness towards that which would benefit you, but your willingness to do anything for the people dear to you. Your cautious nature as you execute your bold plans. Every time I think I have you pinned down, I only unearth another layer. The mystery intrigues me. On the other hand, I cannot help but wish you would trust and open up to me a little more.”

“That’s contradictory.”

“I cannot help it.” He smiles wryly. “I am contradictory by nature, as are you.”

You study his hand that engulfs yours. Cool to the touch. Ungloved, too. You muster your resolve.

“Then promise you won’t lie to me.” You finally lift your gaze until it returns to his eyes. Clear eyes that have been by your side for years. The eyes of a liar and schemer. Ironic for the one who wields a Signature Spell that forces out the truth. But these are the eyes of Jade Leech, and you won’t try to make him be someone he isn’t. “Lie to everyone else, I don’t care. But don’t lie to me. You can try to trick me or give me half-truths. I’ll figure them out on my own. If I still get fooled, that’s on me. Just don’t outright lie.”

The pounding of your heart fills your ears. Then, it is replaced by the sound of his quiet laughter.

“I expected nothing less from you.” He brings your hand up to touch his cheek. It only lasts a moment before he lets go and stands back up, returning to his seat. “I give you my word. I will never lie to you again.”

You look at the teacup on the desk, the lavender tea inside now cooled. The untouched cookies and cherries. A soft clink rings out as you take the teacup and bring it to your lips. Sweet and fragrant. Even cold, the tea Jade brews is impeccable.

[virune]

I figure Tails is one of the more fluffier puppets, so the others have probably shoved his face in his tails to embrace the fuzziness

tails definitely wins in the "total amount of fluff" department, but shadow overall feels more soft and velvety. and that little patch of fluff on his chest, albeit small, is the softest thing you'll never touch! nehehe

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I think the pervasiveness of sandalwood as a thing dudes smell like in fics is so funny. How do you all know what that smells like and that a dude would smell like it. I couldn't pick that scent out of a lineup

[thejesterstears]

Currently thinking about Ragatha sewing a plush for Pomni, maybe a cute star-shaped beanie-type plush in her signature red and blue, and it has one of those inserts filled with seeds and lavender that you can microwave so Pomni can heat it up whenever she's feeling anxious or under the weather and can be soothed by the warmth and sweet scent as she hugs it close to her. It's immensely comforting to Pomni when she wants to cuddle something but is feeling too touch-sensitive for physical contact and it means everything to her that her girlfriend so thoughtfully made it for her.

[newwavesylviaplath]

yeah okay but is she more fleetwood mac misty day lavender candles dancing around in my room to all of lust for life wearing a shawl and a flowy white dress long wild curly hair crystal charm bracelets cut outs of stevie nicks on the wall than me?

[irrigos]

whyd they make him so fuckable tho

[wandoffire]

Ways to use Essential Oils:

Sleep -> a few drops of lavender on a tissue to help you relax and fall asleep

Perfume -> dilute with a carrier oil (coconut, caster) and place on skin

Headaches -> peppermint oil is known to ease headaches

Clothing -> add a few drops to laundry for slightly scented clothing

Hair -> rosemary oil shown to improve dandruff and promote hair growth

Nausea -> the scent of lemon / orange oil is known to help with stomach upset

Reducing anxiety -> lavender, jasmine, basil, chamomile, rose (carry scented item or dilute onto skin)

Colds -> eucalyptus oil for congestion

Air freshener -> mix with water in a spray bottle (lavender, eucalyptus, lemongrass all work well)

* look for 100% on the bottle so you know it’s not mixed with harmful chemicals.

* always dilute when placing on skin, should not be ingested without knowledge and caution, and can occasionally cause negative affects in some people.

[nottheweirdest]

He's beautiful 🥹🪻