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elizaleclerc · 4 months

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two hearts, one home ☁️

charles leclerc x reader

summary: charles comfort after fem mc comes home from work with a migraine <\3

author's note: first post ever lol hope u like :,) also taking requests for more little blurbs! just message me

song: sweet creature by harry styles

word count: 1k

As you trudged through the threshold of your apartment, every step felt like a heavy burden on your tired feet. The long day at work had left your body drained and weary. On top of that, a sharp migraine had taken root in your head, making the second half of the day a struggle to get through. You could feel the tension radiating from your temples, as if tiny hammers were pounding away at your skull. Each breath was a chore, and you longed for the comfort of your bed, hoping it would alleviate some of the pain and exhaustion that consumed you.

Migraines were a familiar foe, often forcing you to retreat into the safe cocoon of your bed, shutting out the world and all its distractions. But today was different; there was no luxury of seclusion or quiet solitude. A crucial deadline loomed over your head at work, leaving no room for rest or respite. The persistent tapping of keyboards and boisterous conversations bombarded your senses, threatening to tip you over the edge with every passing second. Each sound felt like a sharp jolt to your throbbing head, aching with intensity. Tension coiled tightly in your mind, ready to snap at any moment.

With each step, the sharp click of your heels reverberates through the empty apartment, the sound echoing off the stark white walls. Yet even this noise is quickly engulfed by the incessant pounding in your head, a steady thump that feels like a constant reminder of your stress and anxiety. Your throat is dry and scratchy, evidence of a day filled with tension and worry. The faint taste of coffee still lingers on your tongue from a rushed morning, adding to the overwhelming sensory overload.

You languidly laid your purse on the counter and flicked your heels off your worn feet. It was a sluggish and melodious movement, as if your body was being pulled along by a slow-moving river and your actions carried the weight of the world.

Charles, clad in comfortable sweats, practically flew towards you with open arms. His embrace was warm and enveloping, his vanilla-scented skin bringing back memories of lazy Sundays spent in bed together. But today, that scent sent a sharp pain shooting behind your eyes. You mustered up all your energy to hug him back, but he immediately noticed something was off. He pulled back, his emerald eyes searching your face for answers.

“What’s wrong?” His voice, like a soothing balm, caressed your ears with its gentle murmur. It was as if he could sense the fragility of your body and mind in that moment, his tone soft and compassionate. His words were like a warm embrace, enveloping you in comfort and understanding.

Your eyes fluttered tiredly, “Migraine.” It was all you could manage to say, each word feeling like a heavy weight on your exhausted shoulders. Every uttered syllable and slight movement caused your already weak body to grow weaker.

Charles’s entire demeanor shifted as he tenderly placed his hands on either side of your face, his touch as gentle as a feather. “Oh mon chéri, I’m so sorry.” You managed a small smile for him before he took your hand and led you to the bathroom. “Let’s get you feeling better,” he said softly, his concern evident in every word and action.

As his fingers delicately traced the lines of your face, Charles used a soft cotton pad to remove each layer of makeup with gentle and precise movements. In between, he would pause to press light kisses against your lips, as if trying to revive you from a deep slumber. The pain in your head remained, but his tender affection brought some relief. Once finished, he slowly ran a brush through your tangled locks, his eyes focused on every move to ensure your comfort. You watched him through the mirror, admiring the love and care he showed towards you in such simple actions.

Each delicate touch was like a precious gift, cherished and savored amidst the throbbing pain in your head. With Charles by your side, it seemed as though all pain in the world faded away. His love was like a fragile, golden thread weaving its way through every moment spent together. As you sat there, exhausted from work and burdened by headaches, he presented you with your favorite silk pajama set and helped you change out of your stiff clothes. His skilled hands moved up to your shoulders, kneading away the tension as you closed your eyes in relief. Soft kisses trailed along your neck as he continued the massage, his warmth and presence alone enough to soothe your entire being. As the minutes passed, you couldn't help but feel better under his loving care and attention.

Your final destination, a luxurious white comforter and perfectly plush memory foam pillows beckoning you. As you settled into the soft embrace of Charles's arm, your mind finally began to let go of all its worries. Lying in bed, with your head still nestled against his chest, you couldn't help but marvel at the peacefulness that had come to you. Charles's heart beat steadily like a metronome, guiding you into a deep state of relaxation. With each rise and fall of his chest, you felt yourself sinking deeper into tranquility. In this moment, wrapped in his warm and protective embrace, the chaos of the world slipped away and all that existed was this safe haven of peace and love.

Your ultimate goal was not to drift off into sleep, but rather to simply ease the strain on your overworked mind by resting your heavy eyelids. Migraines often robbed you of the ability to sleep, making relief seem like a distant dream. Charles grabbed a book from his nightstand, propping it up to read on his lap. As he silently lost himself in the pages, the predictable sound of flipping paper lulled you into a peaceful daze. He would pause to place tender kisses on your temples, while his other hand held you protectively at the waist. Despite the struggles and hardships of migraines, you were grateful for moments like these when Charles's love enveloped you like a warm blanket, soothing both body and mind.

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another-identityofmine · 3 months

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I’m your puppet| ’65 elvis x costar reader ☁️🫣

summary: an anxious lil elvie, is all tied up in nervous knots, so his costar helps him out

a/n: an idea of @jhoneybees! currently working on some requests, and it’s been a while. Sorry babes :(((

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he wasn’t used to this, well sort of. Well maybe, but not anything like this.

not a pretty doll waiting patiently on her knees between his thighs, wanting to relief him of anxiety or pressure. He was the usual one making women squeal and scream to their heart’s contents…but nope, not this time. And especially not ever on set.

“A-ah b-be c-careful o-of lil Elvie, baby, h-he gets shy.” He mutters into his gloved hand, as your pretty hands graze against his straining bulge. Your eyes glance onto his little white laces tied so prettily on an arousing treasure.

you hum and nod, noting and being extra careful as you carefully and tenderly untie the laces, the pretty sky blue fabric complementing his lust filled blues that stare holes into you.

Finally unpatching the pretty ties, you’re met with surprise that he’s just bare beneath. He lets out a low groan, and his knees bounce slightly. Of both a silent whimper and plea and also of nervousment: nervous that you both will be caught.

As if you can read his mind, you gently roll up his black shirt to press a comforting kiss from your plump, decorated lips to his heaving, hairy belly. He whines out softly, scrunching his nose as he closes his eyes, and his manhood nudges against her chin.

You softly soothe his nerves by rubbing softly at his thick, built thighs and glaring down at the beautiful creation below you:

a pretty and lengthy with a generous amount of girth, pretty pink cock with a salty shiny glaze of precum bubbling at his tip, that gathers and dribbles down to his plump, swollen pink balls. All behind is a pretty, blonde light of decor, his pubic hair just as pretty.

You hum in delight, and you can feel him easing softly under your hands, remembering that lil Elvis is shy, and now he’s eased into comfort to you.

But ease and softly is out of the window, the moment you wrap your hot lips around his tip. He chomps and naws at his leather gloves to keep from making pathetic whimpers and whines that will let the whole crew on set know.

One little whimper lets loose though. As you let him gently cup your head, his sacs of cum smacking against your chin wetly as his cock is well bulging into your throat. “F-fuck, y-yes doll, yes yes yes yes.” He whines softly as his face scrunches in pure bliss, his eyebrows furrowed, and he’s nearly grinding needily into your face by now.

even through glossy eyes from sheen bright tears of gag reflex, you can see his face contorted in pleasure. His blond lil belly hairs cling onto him as his belly heaves and caves in and you gently fiddle at the lace strings of his pants, a lil puppet to play with.

then with no warning, he pulls out of your lips, your red lipsticks staining his blonde pubes and ribbons of his pretty, hot, yummy white cum lands to your lips and face, his head falls back and his chest catches a breath.

You giggle softly as you glance up at him with wetness over your cheeks, and then down at your mess. Well his mess.

Some of his sperm drops down from his cheeks and lands on his pulsing cock that nuzzles wetly with your sticky, gooey shiny saliva, and his white strings of cum complements his white lace on his pants, his lil puppet strings, you think.

I’m your puppet

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kazukazuhas · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ old friends, lloyd garmadon.┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ act one ;; scene five┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

୧ ⎯⎯ GREEN NINJA

୧ ⎯⎯ WARNINGS ;; some stalking ;; alluding to robbery and possible murder ;; some injures ;; lloyd being a cute dude ;; reader has anxiety and not have that strong of a will to live

୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; who knew that i would forget to included the other main character for a little bit. i tried to write anxiety to the best of my ability, but i'm tired af rn

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maybe this was a bad idea: coming to the store by yourself without anyone else to accompany, to chase away and ease your nerves. anxiety began to rack its thin finger against your heart as the car parked off to the side of the pavement. nya checked her phone quickly, angling the screen just short of out of your sight but you don't bother about what she's busy with both out of decency and being out of it.

the car's safety tried to call you back, singing a song of comfort as you reluctantly stepped out of the vehicle to complete your own tasks of the day. nya, while in the midst of your worrying and fastening breath hidden behind the disposable mask you grabbed, mentioned something you don't quite understand entirely from the slightly deafness you felt but nonetheless the least go along with it as she starts the car, waves and finally drove off to her own destination. maybe you should've let pixal when she offered to accompany you– well too bad it's too late now.

it's quick, you think to yourself to reassure the panic from settling in, a simple in and out. all you needed was a few things and you'd be out in a jiff, and the house was nothing but a good ten minutes away– you choose to believe that it is near instead of its realistic distance being further rather than closer. you hesitantly step inside the small convenience store, counting all the heads you see before walking around the side of the aisles to find the one you needed exactly.

relief flooded you like a thin stream of mist, the bell rang as the last person and their child, who was half embarrassed by their mother, left the store while bidding a rather noisy goodbye to the clearly tired cashier, who only rolled their eyes before continuing on with their own personal work. you pick the things you need up quickly, checking their prices quickly before grabbing a pack of some ramen you liked and a few energy drinks from one of the neatly packed fridges. skylor did say they normally restocked the night before saturday. with a good attempt, you tried to seem calm while walking up to the cashier.

they greeted you softly, still in their own haze of thought and daydreaming when you get to them after a quick moment. they half-smiled before continuing on with their job, taking each of the items from your short list and cashing them. their calm energy radiated and softened your nerves for a moment. they were just someone no older than you, mostly fresh out of high school and maybe even trying to make ends meet? or they were trying to earn enough to cover the cost of university or college, you couldn't tell.

it was something so fascinating about the whole — outside a single perspective, were the interesting lives of thousands of millions to billions, all filling the pages of their books with ink crafted to them in their own unique writing.

they handed you the bagged items and slip after they received the cash you handed back to them, letting out a small farewell greeting and going back to their own work and continuing on with their day. never caring of whether it was the last time you'd see them or if this was just the first.

but your mind was at ease– maybe you were hyper fixated by anxiety thumping against your head at first but it ceased, at least until you made it halfway down the road. something warned you, a gut feeling that meshed with anxiety and worry that told you to turn back and call someone to pick you up. your heart picked up the pace the faster you began to walk, your breath left you in a heave and pant.

regrettably, you spare a look behind you.

nothing.

the anxiety rushes forward, sending your nerves on an electrified run the moment the presence lurking after your steps vanishes from your sights and senses. it crashed roughly and flooded rationality, but you kept the fast pace and reframed from breaking out into a desired sprint back to skylor's place.

the steps became loudly, your sometimes false suspicion was now correct; someone was following you and not so discreetly. from the sound of the footsteps, they were heavy and following your exact direction you were heading. and you doubt they were of good intentions.

"fuck– please go away," you whispered under your breath, the only person who would have only heard was yourself, but you heard the desperation and fear that something might happen.

if only you were in shape, it's been forever since your last workout or try to keep yourself fit and in good health. since your high school career started coming to a close in your last couple years, it swiped you of any energy and time you had left outside your preexisting tuitions and classes. sometimes you wonder how you were still standing when you didn't have any of those energy drinks.

there was a drunken snicker from behind you, warily you glance back and catch the sight of a stranger watching you walk at a fastened pace with the utmost interest and caution.

you turned, a wrong one by your misjudgement and settling panic rising further than before. you notice you're panting slightly at how your body is coming to terms with how hard its work to keep you moving. vaguely you noticed the mistake you made, you were supposed to take the turn after. and it might cost you gravely.

your skin itches, a crawling feeling stretches up your arm and it becomes unreal how disgusting you begin to feel the moment the stranger grabs your arm. they grabbed you— it takes a moment to register that they managed to get a hold on you, but now your back hits the hard wall with a thud that rings heavy against the street's bare, lonely walls. the pain cracks through your body, a thick hurt fleet from your back and along your body with a burning touch. that's a faint sound of the contents from your run earlier meeting the ground, its vague against the loud ringing echoing in your hazy mind.

the stranger asks of something from you, their face blurry with the sky and wall meshing together. they ask a second time, louder and much clearer but it still didn't reach your hazy mind.

silver, no. a shiny grey moved from side to side in your sight, it was getting hard to see from your hazing eyes and tiredness getting to you. nothing seemed real at the moment, maybe your head hit the wall as well– oh that could be a concussion.

there was yelling, there was someone else who caught the attention of the stranger who thought of taking advantage of your half conscious state to take your hard earned cash, maybe something darker, death. it would be fine if the latter had occurred, you think. you close your eyes reluctantly.

"hey, hey–" the other stranger called to you, the one who chased the other one off. you found their clothing funny, all clad in green and black with a hood and mask hiding their face from everyone. "what's your name? can you tell me?" you tried to focus on their voice, the stranger sounded as young as you. you answered them with your name, fading from consciousness for a moment. their voice brought you back, "do you know who i am?" you shook your head as much as you could manage to, resting your face in the hand they held it, your face with.

"i'm the green ninja." ninja? so they were real?

"gonna pick you up- okay there we go. i'm going to take you to the hospital, do you have an emergency contact?" the ninja asks slowly, letting you process each word before saying the next. they wait patiently but not saying a word, but kept moving, you don't notice the rooftops and breeze until you reopen your eyes.

"skylor chen." the ninja chuckles, seemingly knowing of who to call. they quietly thank you for the answer before jumping to the next rooftop and onwards until finally reaching the hospital.

haze. haze all you felt.

you all but remember that day, except you'll remember the person in the strange clothes. they were quite interesting.

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ kazukazuhas copr. 2023 darling┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

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witchfyre7 · 9 months

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maladaptive daydreaming ☁️

well, i have a mental disorder. maladaptive daydreaming. no one knows about it, including my own family members or the people that i'm close with. i have kept this secret believing they will think that i'm insane or abnormal or weird. ngl, its fun being a weirdo though (a good type of weirdo).

i started dreaming in a maladaptive way when i was around six or seven. maladaptive daydreaming is when you fantasize about scenarios and people inside your head and you're unable to function without it. you create your characters and plots in your universe. you also fantasize moments about your friends or family. mine happened to stem from loneliness and anxiety, furthermore, also from the cartoons that i used to watch when i was a kid.

i spend 2-4 hours walking in circles or back and forth making elaborate stories in my head and mouth the dialogue of my characters. i like music that i use as a background for my thoughts. i make faces sometimes and talk to myself as i'm glad no one has ever noticed this. when i'm having lunch or doing something, i'm in my universe creating stories and mouthing dialogues when suddenly i say it out loud letting everyone hear. eh. it's kinda embarrassing.

maladaptive daydreaming can be scary sometimes, but it also makes me feel happy and safe. every bad, anxious, sad, hurtful, depressing moment that has happened in my life has made me feel better as i have comfort characters inside my head giving me relief about my worries. i love having this disorder but the most difficult part about this is that you can't focus and stay in real life. it makes my attention span lower and it is complicated to focus on the task that i want to complete. it's tiring and makes you forgetful even if it's a simple detail.

#maladaptive daydreaming

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shivunin · 1 year

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💐🍼☁️✂️💚 for everyone! (Unless that's too much which fair please feel free to pick and choose)

basjkfbi hahahaa Thanks for the ask, Lilou! <3

I'm going to answer this under the cut because I'm doing all five of them (leaving Adahlena and Ilriane out of this, as usual; all seven would have been too many).

(OC Emoji Asks List)

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Arianwen Tabris: Wild tansy, bay leaf, aconite (wolfsbane), dragonwort, and blue pimpernel. What a delight to finally make a bouquet for someone who wants everyone else to choke and die! In order: I declare war against you, I change but in death, misanthropy (and again i say: what a move to send someone literal poison so they know you don't like them), horror, and change. As a city girl, I think Wen is a bit suspicious of flowers and plants in general, so idk that she has a favorite (other than loving the dandelions that grow in the cracks of the road).

Maria: Arbor vitae, red chrysanthemums, red poppies, honeysuckle, and white larkspur. Unchanging friendship, love, consolation, generous and devoted affection, and lightness/levity. Going for the classic scarlet/white combo with hers. Her favorite used to be honeysuckle (her father showed her how to eat the center as a treat and she's never forgotten), but later she's very partial to poppies (for, you know. no particular reason c:).

Elowen: Canary grass, celandine, swamp magnolia, purple pansies, christmas rose, and a sprig of weeping willow. Perseverance, joys to come, perseverance again, thoughts, relief of anxiety, and mourning. Oh, Elowen my overthinking beloved. She loves willow trees most (willows are her Thing), and I think she would enjoy the blossoms too (they look really fluffy).

Emmaera: Lavender (of course!), vervain, elfroot, forget-me-nots, rosemary, lupines, and goat's rue. (starting from vervain) Enchantment, healing, true love, remembrance, voraciousness/imagination, and reason. Lavender is her favorite, hands down, but I contest the Victorian flower language meaning (distrust) and exchange it for respite.

Salshira: Sorrel, holly (herb), cranberries, orange and yellow daisies, spanish jasmine, orange ranunculus, and fallen maple leaves. Affection, enchantment, cure for heartache, beauty, sensuality, radiant charm, and reserve. Going for the deep red/white/orange/brown combo here, since she's very fall-themed. Salshira really likes daisies, actually, and would be most charmed by a kind of loosely arranged handful of them instead of an elegant bouquet.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Arianwen: Loves children, has no interest in making any of her own. Would kill anyone who hurt a child without question or hesitation. Vigil's Keep acquires a variety of orphans during her tenure as Warden Commander and they're sort of collectively raised by the Wardens (though of course she locates an actual tutor to educate them). For the first of them, Amethyne (the little girl you find in the alienage whose mom dies during the Cousland origin), Wen acts as a kind of close aunt (though Zev winds up regarding her as his kid, more or less).

Maria: Loves kids, wants a million of her own. She thinks the wonder of discovery that children still have is a way of feeling young again and has always wanted a huge family.

Elowen: Likes kids in theory, but struggles in practice. The idea of having children is generally foreign to her (though I do have one AU where it happens, for cultural reasons rather than personal preference).

Emmaera: Likes kids, but not very familiar with them because she didn't spend much time with kids her age when she was growing up. Winds up having two children of her own, both of them unplanned, and loves them to pieces.

Salshira: Likes kids, because they're pretty much always asking odd questions that having nothing to do with you or them. Basically the ideal for Salshira, who does not want to talk about herself. Never thought about having a family of her own until she fell in love, ends up wanting to give her children the kind of love and acceptance she never received as a kid. I haven't settled on how many she has, but at least one (Hauen).

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Arianwen: Sings to all her animals when they are upset or sick; has a pretty good singing voice, actually.

Maria: Extremely ticklish. Fenris finds this out on accident and the squeal she makes is so surprising that he falls off the bed trying to dodge.

Elowen: Bull said he was into the way dawnstone looks, so she chiseled every little piece she could find out of the hillsides and set the scouts to looking for deposits just so she could custom-order a set of pink armor for him.

Emmaera: It's not a new headcanon, but she hides little notes for Cullen all over his quarters (and later, the manor). Some are simple "I love you"s and others are more specific or practical. She loves surprises and likes giving him simple, sweet surprises as part of his day.

Salshira: Remembers all her friends' favorite foods, colors, songs, etc. and arranges for them to be on hand when they're down or when there's something to celebrate.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Arianwen: So easily. It doesn't take much for Wen to pull the plug, except for a very small group of people she's collected as hers. It would take something monumental for her to cut off someone in her inner circle (Zev, Alistair, and Morrigan would have to do something extremely out of character to make it happen, for example--though I do think Morrigan telling Wen she ought to kill the alienage dwellers for a power boost might have done it. Luckily, she didn't come along for that mission). For everyone else, she is all too happy to cut them off (sometimes, you know, literally).

Maria: Maria has a really hard time letting go, so something really drastic would have to happen for her to be done with someone she considered a close friend. Um. Blowing up most of a city would just about do it, I think.

Elowen: I answered this for her here c:

Emmaera: Emma is extremely logical about her interpersonal relationships. I don't think she'd jump to cut someone off, but her trust is hard to earn and easier to lose. She wouldn't cut someone off entirely unless she thought the negative sides outweighed the positives (she never really forgave Blackwall, for example, but let him stay with the Inquisition until they didn't need him anymore). If someone showed a repeated willingness to hurt innocents or others she cares for, that would do it.

Salshira: Likewise, Salshira has a really hard time letting anyone in, so anyone close to her would have to wade through several layers of obfuscation before they could actually know the real her. This is a defense mechanism, but it also means that she has lots of time to push people away if she's wary of them. Anyone she's really close with is someone she wouldn't let go of easily; she cherishes her found family. Again, it would have to be something pretty heinous or out of character to cut someone off.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Arianwen: Food is at the top of the list, for sure. Especially something unusual or made especially for her, but she's not very picky. She also likes loose physical contact (leaning against someone, for example) which she can easily get out of if she wants.

Maria: Being held is number one. Maria is always reaching out for other people, and those people reaching back makes her feel fulfilled and safe. She is also a very textural person, so soft, fluffy things bring her comfort, too. Lying on a soft bed in her silk robe while someone (cough cough) holds her is her ideal situation.

Elowen: Quiet company and hot tea. Elowen needs to process before she can talk when she's upset, but she really doesn't want to be alone. When she's ready, someone who will listen to her without judgment is crucial. Being somewhere high in the air with a decent overlook also helps.

Emmaera: Putting things in order makes her feel more comforted. She doesn't want help, but she does want company. When she's thinking or upset, Emma will clean and organize, and by extension her surroundings being reasonably neat is comforting to her. She also finds sunlight and a concrete task to complete comforting, so she gardens in the spring/summer and rakes or shovels snow in the fall and winter. Someone talking things through with her and weighing the pros and cons is comforting.

Salshira: Physical touch for sure. It's the first and easiest way she has to express herself and it's the first thing she looks for when she's upset. Being warm and wrapped in a blanket is second. Also soup---soup is her big comfort food (me too tbh).

#i didn't proofread any of this lol sorry #arianwen tabris #maria hawke #elowen lavellan #emmaera lavellan #salshira lavellan #if any of this is contradictory to something i've said before know that they contain multitudes #if soup is a love language it is my love language #emoji ask meme #ask response #oc ask response #i spent like an hour minimum on the bouquet question alone. i take flowers v seriously #you should have seen my wedding bouquet; it was a work of art

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deathdxnces · 1 year

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SEND ☁️ FOR A CHILDHOOD MEMORY

— @bells-of-black-sunday

Nervous doesn't begin to cover how she feels. It takes every tidbit of patience and discipline for her to sit still while waiting her turn, one amongst the many children who sought to learn under the masters at the Placidium. Anxiety makes itself manifest without her realizing, foot tapping restlessly as she looks around the spacious room. Some of the kids were older, Irelia noticed; she wondered if that also meant they were more skilled or better prepared.

Every year since she could remember anything, her family would attend the festival celebrating the arrival of spring, and every year Irelia watched, enraptured, as the dancers took to the stage. It was a natural call, easy, the sort that felt so right it would be hard to imagine any version of reality where she is not drawn to become a dancer. At eight, she doesn't even consider the thought. This is what she wants to do. And when she grows up, she might even be as good as Lady Zinneia herself.

The lady in question is highly sought after as a teacher, children from all over Ionia eager to learn under such a renowned master of her craft. She couldn't take all the students, so naturally, some sort of selection had to be done. What exactly was the criteria, the dancer never revealed (as her student, Irelia had soon realized it was never about technique, but rather feeling; Zinneia didn't want to teach those who knew how to repeat her motions, and sought instead those who would make each movement their own, imbued with feeling and eliciting it in the spectators in turn).

Great art is born of great feeling, she had often said. For one who felt as deeply as Irelia, perhaps there was never reason to worry at all.

She didn't know that back then, however. What she did know was that amidst the many who sought to become Zinneia's students, she had to prove herself worthy of her future teacher's lessons. Zelos had tried to reassure her there was nothing to worry about (Zinneia would be the fool to not take you as a student when it's obvious you were born for this) but the words had little effect, drowned out by the chorus of what if I'm not good enough her head seemed intent on repeating. Kai had been the one to hold her hand and say even if she wasn't chosen, there could always be another attempt; it wouldn't be the end of the world, and it didn't have to be the end of her dream.

Irelia didn't let go of her brother's hand until her name was called and it was her turn to take to the stage. Even then, part of her refused to let go, stuck in place as a tree with stubborn roots. Kai released her hand, meeting her gaze with eyes full of reassurance, before nodding for her to go. She glanced at Zelos, then, and the eldest of her brothers looked so confident in her that Irelia couldn't tell if it was a relief that he believed in her or a burden that she might disappoint. Regardless, heart fluttering within her chest like the wings of a hummingbird, she finally walked towards the stage, taking her intended place and waiting for the music to start.

It was remarkably easy, after that. There was no mystery to doing what she had done a thousand thousand times before, the music felt as much as it was listened to, guiding each fluid motion as rhythm washed away her worries. This was where she belonged, where she thrived, and any previous lack of confidence was promptly left behind in favor of certain steps, flowing as the silk adorning her arms moved with each motion.

Her dance winds down and comes to an end as the music does. Irelia stops, lifting expectant blue eyes toward her potential teacher. There is no uncertainty in her gaze or flaw in her stance, all of it vanished as her dance began. Before Zinneia says anything, her smile denounces her appreciation of the girl's performance. You show so much promise, my dear, she states regardless. I am certain you will be a delight to teach.

Irelia had been so ecstatic with the answer that the thought of leaving home would not trouble her until much later. Even when it did, trepidation was never enough to make her hesitate. At eight, she had been more certain of her life than she was at twenty-four.

Sometimes Irelia still mourns the version of her that followed that intended path, rather than have it derailed by war. Sometimes, in the middle of her grief, she is certain her family mourns what she became instead.

#» in character — ⌜the blade dancer.⌟#bells of black sunday #this took me a while.... but thank you 💖#baby irelia remains the most cheerful version of irelia c': even when she's worried skjdfnk

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Herbal Smoke Blends 🌿☁️

Hi! Let's talk about herbal smoke blends, their benefits, and how you can create your own! Fair warning, this post is going to be fairly lengthy!

~ first of all, what is an herbal smoke blend and why would someone choose to use one? It's exactly what it sounds like. A blend of herbs that are smoked! There are many reasons people choose to smoke herbs. Depending on which ones used, it can be very medidative, give you more energy, help you sleep, help relieve anxiety, and help you connect with your spiritual practices. Let's get into how to make one!

- Base Herb -

~ Each smoke blend must have a base herb! A base herb is one that will be gentle and even beneficial for the lungs. What you're looking for here is an herb that is light and fluffy. This herb will make up about 3/4 of your blend. Listed below are the most commonly used and reccomended base herbs!

Mugwort - a great herb to use as a base! Gentle on the throat and lungs, it's also an amazing herb to promote relaxation, better sleep, lucid dreaming, astral projection, and vivid dreams. Excellent for connecting to your spirituality, helping you you to be more receptive to your spellwork, divination, and overall energy.

⚠️Mugwort is a blood stimulant. Do NOT use if pregnant or menstruating⚠️

Mullein - not only a light and fluffy base herb, but also beneficial to lung health! Mullein has been used for centuries to ease help ease the symptoms of coughing, asthma, pneumonia, colds, and bronchitis. It can also be blended with cann@bis to make it gentler on the throat and lungs.

Red Raspberry Leaf - gentle on the throat and lungs, Red Raspberry Leaf can help nicotine smokers quit with it's nicotine poison neutralizing qualities! A sedative and muscle relaxant, it's also very calming and can help relieve menstrual cramps, regulate your cycle, and soothe body aches and pains. A wonderfully helpful herb for those who menstruate. Red Raspberry Leaf also contain polyphenols, a nutrient with anti-inflammatory properties that can help ease arthritis pain.

Damiana - known as the cann@bis mimicking herb, Damiana, a mild psychoactive, helps you to relax, brings feelings of euphoria, increases energy, and stimulates blood flow. It's also used as an aphrodisiac and may help in weight loss efforts.

- Add Ins -

~ Now that you've chosen your base herb, lets add in some other herbs for flavoring, metaphysical, and medicinal purposes! These should make up only 1/4 of your blend. Listed below are some commonly used herbs you can add to your base!

Lavender - a classic! Lavender promotes good sleep and relaxation, while also giving your blend a lovely flavor! Lavender holds many metaphysical properties including the healing and balancing of your third eye and crown chakras, and warding away nightmares.

Rose - adds a sweet floral note to your smoke blend. The metaphysical properties of Rose include drawing loving energies to you while healing and balancing your heart chakra. I especially love to include rose to blends when sharing with friends <3

Horehound - is a great herb for any seasonal allergies! Add a little to your blend to provide some relief from them. An excellent herb for soothing a distressed respiratory system. A warning though! Horehound has a very unpleasant taste, so make sure only to use a small amount!

Blue Lotus - with it's sedative properties, Blue Lotus is a sleep aid that can help relieve anxiety. It's also an aphrodisiac. Technically a psychoactive, Blue Lotus flower brings feelings of euphoria and deep relaxation. Used to heal and balance thr third eye and crown chakras.

- Instructions -

- For every tablespoon of base herb you use, add 1/2 teaspoon any extra herbs you might like!

- Mix them up. I have a special wooden spoon I use for working with herbs! You can use your (clean!!) hands too!

- roll or pack the herbs with your method of choice and enjoy!

🌀 if you stayed this long, thank you for reading! I plan to post my own smoke blend recipes soon! As much as I wish I could have herbal smokes on my etsy, I can't (not 21) so that'll be a project for the future!🌀

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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for one, that i!sapnap fluff i wrote, id love if youd have time to write a chap on that! also, if youd like, could you write sapnap comforting the reader after having a heavy argument with their father (ive daddy issues i need this rn HAHAHA)

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Yes, of course! Thank you for the ask! Also based on this request.

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

pairing: incubus!Sapnap x reader

wc: ~1470 (sorry this is so short :/ hopefully the fluff makes up for it ?)

± cw: daddy issues, angst, fluff, language

previous part * playlist

Your feet were heavy, dragging behind you like weights as you climbed down the mountain. You shivered against the snowy mountain, wondering how going downward wasn’t easier than going up. Haven’t your father told you that before he sent you down the slope by yourself?

You called out to him, your voice silent and empty as you began to panic. You clutched onto the side of the mountain, looking over the edge at the Tiepolo clouds, swirling with the paint strokes and Baroque colors. You quietly wished you were Diana, able to sleep on the clouds peacefully rather than be weighed down by your heavy feet threatening to crack the stone beneath you.

You tried to call for your father again, instead, the sound of his voice echoed in your thoughts. “We never would have been in this situation if your mother was here,” he bit passive-aggressively.

You shook your head, tears stinging your face. As you carefully brought your hand up to your face to wick away the streams from your eyes, your hand was covered in crimson. Your body shook realizing the blood spilling from your tear ducts. The scarlet color continued to drip from you, gushing as if from an open wound.

Your hand reached back, searching for where your hand was previously digging into the mountain, yet before you could hold on, your footholds broke and you slipped.

You woke up with a thump, landing in someone’s arms as your body swarmed with terror, clutching onto whoever had caught you. Your breathing was erratic as he shushed you soothingly, holding you tightly in his arms as you settled down. The warmth of his body and the smell on his close brought you a sense of calm only one person had the power to.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sapnap,” you whimpered, your body relaxing in his embrace as he pressed a kiss to your temple. He set you down gently, letting you cling to him tighter as you dug your face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply as he ran his hands up and down your back.

He pressed his lips to your shoulders as your fingers curled around the soft material of his sweater. “I got you, it’s okay. You were sleepwalking, baby,” he whispered. Your breath was still shaky as it sighed past your lips. You felt yourself beginning to cry in his arms, his sweater growing wetter as you thought of the day’s events.

You sniffled. “Where were you earlier?” You asked, pressing your body closer to him as he hugged your shoulders. His breath was soft, almost apologetic against your neck as he sighed regretfully. You had silently begged and pleaded for him while sitting across from your estranged father, your heart flinching each time the man’s voice was raised ever-so-slightly, your anxiety pulsing through your system. You weren’t sure why, but all you could think of was how badly you wanted to be with Sapnap. Your mind was beginning to twist and turn as you emotionally relied on him more and more.

Yet with each passing minute that he didn’t burst through the door, eyes blazing golden orange as he would save you from your father’s verbal wrath, your confidence in him dwindled. His skin was so warm against yours, feeling his nearly inexistent pulse pick up at the feeling of your lips against his collarbones.

He pulled away from you, brushing his thumb across your cheek. Relief rushed through you at the realization that your tears were how they usually were; no longer blood as you found your voice. “I heard you. I wanted to be there,” he stated softly, his tone gentle enough to lull you back to sleep. “I know what it was like for you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t…” He chewed on his lip, his sharp canines coming into view for a few seconds. “I’m sorry. I had a few things to sort out.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the crown of your cheek, his slight whiskers from the day tickling your face. “Let’s get you back to bed,” he muttered.

You cover his hand with your own, looking up at him through watering eyes. “Come with me, please,” you whispered, his thumb caressing your face.

His body heat enveloped you in the darkness of your room as you pressed your back to his chest, letting his arms braid around you beneath the covers. One of his hands slipped beneath your shirt, fingers gently brushing against your stomach. His nose tucked into your hair, lips pressing against your neck tenderly. “I know the effect he has on you. I could feel it in my stomach all day. I should have just ditched my appointments,” he lamented.

You turned in his arms, nuzzling into his neck again. You could almost see his eyes glowing in the darkness. “It’s okay. I know I’m one of many. It’s your job,” you consoled. Your heart ached to admit it, but you were convinced you were just his overtime.

He moved to be eye level with you, taking one of your hands in his. “You’re not my job anymore,” he countered. “It’s pleasure now.”

You looked into his eyes, the moonlight catching his irises as he searched your face. “Yeah, but how many of me are there?” You sighed, trying to alleviate his responsibility to you. His hand pushed into your hair, soothing more of your nerves as his fingers twirled around your locks, the softness an act of intimacy you didn’t know you needed. His thumb moved to smooth your creased brow.

“You’re the only one. The rest are covetousness, sloth, envy, and so on,” he assured. He brushed his nose against yours, moving closer to tangle his legs with yours. “You were lust,” he stated. “Then I had to switch you to envy because the witch read you incorrectly.” You could tell he was fighting to roll his eyes.

You swallowed. “Envy?”

He nodded. “All your life, you knew what was missing and saw it when other people had it and you wanted it. You just chose wrong.”

Your fingers traced along the seam in the knit of his sweater as you listened to his calm voice. “So, I’m guessing you were what I was missing?” It felt bitter on your tongue to admit but he shook his head.

“Oh no. I’m just a perk,” he answered bluntly. “It was support and reassurance.” You furrowed your brows at him before he continued. “You just needed a little shove and the promise that someone would back you up.” He smiled, his teeth barely visible besides in the strips of moonlight drawing across his face. “I’ll always come back to you. Originally, I was just going to fix you up enough so it seemed like you could handle it, but…” He paused, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. “I realized I need you just as much as you need me.”

You were quiet, mulling over what he had told you. He pressed his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes. His hand slipped from yours to wrap around the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin. For some reason, your mind clicked to when your father would leave after fighting with you, forcing you to wonder whether or not he was coming back until one time when he didn’t.

The scent of Sapnap was so reassuring to you that you were convinced it was what your nirvana smells like. He pressed his lips to yours briefly, pulling you closer to him. “I would kill him, you know?” He mumbled, digging his face into your hair again.

His words pulled you from your train of thought. “Who?” You asked, partially already knowing the answer.

His breath cascaded over your shoulders, your fingers moving to brush into the short hairs above his neck. “Your father. If you didn’t still care about him,” he paused, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “I would rip him limb from limb and hang him from a tree.” You bit back a smile, feeling sick that you knew he was serious and that you indulged in the thought. “Next time he shows up out of the blue looking for booze money, I’m handcuffing myself to you.” His arms tightened around your waist as he said it. He clung to you like you were the one that could leave him.

You wet your lips, settling into his warmness. “It’s so embarrassing to think that I could fall in love with a demon,” you chided, feeling safe and steady in his hold.

He chuckled against your skin. “Okay, Bella Swan,” he joked. “Imagine how awkward it is for me to feel the same about a human.”

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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Moonlight

Seungcheol Chapter 1: Love Struck

Character: Seungcheol x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, insecurities, fighting. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Personal Thoughts

☁️ & 🥀

Please remember that this is all fiction! It was written for entertainment purposes only!

Author’s Note: N/A

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Chapter 1: Love Struck

That first night, the pack offered to let you stay and sleep off your injury, something you gratefully accepted since you were still rather weak. Your head ended up hitting the soft pillow the foreign pack had given you harder than a bottle dropped from a five story building. Your body ached and your soul stung. You felt like the weight of a thousand bricks had been placed over your entire person.

Though part of you was still rather uncomfortable with the idea of staying with people you didn’t know. Something you figured all the male wolves in the house also must’ve picked up on as your thumping heart rate would’ve been difficult to ignore.

The other part of you however, seemed far more worried you’d upset the boys sleeping just mere meters away if you didn’t seemingly trust them enough to fall asleep rather quickly. Needless to say you were all but shaking in your place from the anxiety roaming through your veins at the entire situation. So when your eyelashes ended up fluttering closed near seconds after you finally laid yourself down to rest, it gave you and your newly found unknown mate some much needed relief.

When you woke the next day, you were feeling more like yourself. Despite having just been rung through with a load of silver and against all odds, your healing abilities seemed to kick in. You assumed it was because the boys had managed to somehow take all the silver out of your bloodstream. But because of your growing strength, you were certain you would just bid them a polite farewell and go back to your little cave on the very outskirts of the forest that you called home within a few hours.

However, once the boys found out that you were literally living in a cave (enough though it WAS somewhere you technically considered your home/den but still) they offered to let you stay with them for a while. Which was something that didn’t really make sense to you because… well… why would they do that?? I mean it was very kind of them to suggest it and you thought it was sweet for them to be so concerned for your well-being and all, but you had literally JUST met them. You could totally be a serial killer and they would have no idea. Men were really so unbelievably dumb and trusting.

But even if you weren’t a complete stranger, staying with them would mean that they’d have to share their home with you. What group of guys in their right mind would actually ever WANT to share their personal space with some rando girl??

Even though you were rather skeptical at first, you accepted the offer as the rational part of you did genuinely believe that, given you had almost an entire town out to kill you, it might have been a good idea to just lay low and heal up for a day or two. But the next thing you knew, the one or two days of much needed healing turned to three, and the three to six, and the six to ten. Soon you found that you had been with them almost a whole month. At that point, even though you were grateful, you had been trying to kindly tell them you’d like to get going. Being a wild wolf stuck in a normal house was like being a rat caught in a mouse trap. You felt like you were suffocating indoors and surrounded by too many people on a daily basis. You werent used to it and you weren’t sure you’d ever want to be. Besides, You didn’t want to overstay your welcome and potentially get the friendly pack killed. Werewolf hunters were everywhere and having multiple people trying to keep such a life altering secret was almost like giving a toddler a gun and letting them randomly fire it in the hopes that they would be able to aim correctly. It was dangerous for them to keep adding people around themselves. The bigger the pack, the more danger they put themselves in. You didn’t want to add to that burden. However, everytime you tried to tell them you thought it was time you left, the alpha would always brush it off and act like you were being ridiculous.

“We know you now and you’re our friend. We want you to stay safe and you’re safest with us.” Is all that Seungcheol would say.

But why would he care? He didn’t even know who you were. You could’ve mass slaughtered people before. You could’ve been planning to take everything their aged pack worked so hard to keep in their home. You could be totally psycho and pour the milk before your cereal. He didn’t know. So why on Earth would any of them, let alone the Alpha of the pack, think it a wise decision to have you stay with them even longer?

But again, as you didn’t want to seem rude, you just did what was asked of you and stayed with them. You did seem to get along really well with the boys after all. Being with them reminded you a lot of when you had home and almost gave you a sense of belonging. And playing around with them/helping to keep them in line and out of trouble made you feel like you had a real family again.

Though, there was one wolf that you really got along with even more so than the others. And when you meant get along with, you meant that most of the nights you’d fall asleep would be next to him in his bed because you spent every moment you possibly could together. But it wasn’t done in a sexual way.

Far from it, most of your interactions with him were rather… innocent. He hadn’t even really done anything pushy or creepy. Sure he’d give you the occasional side hug or midnight cuddle. Yeah okay maybe he would sometimes kiss the top of your head when you woke up from one of your many night terrors, but you figured that was just him trying to relax you. And okay yes you wore his clothes a lot of the time too, but his stuff was just so much more comfortable and snuggly. Your habits with him were something you both just… naturally fell into.

You did notice that he did have a slight tendency to get jealous when his brothers received more of your attention than him though. One time he even threatened to stab Soonyoung with his chopsticks if he didn’t stop leaning in so close to you at dinner while he was joking around with you, something he clearly hadn’t meant for you to hear. In retrospect, he shouldn’t have done it so close to you as you being another wolf meant that you could hear conversations across the house as if they were being whispered in your ear just as they could.

Even still, Seungcheol just had a way of making you feel… safe. Like nothing else in the world mattered but your time together. He made you feel like every star in the sky was shining solely for you. He made you feel like you were the waning moon to his rising sun.

You had honestly began to develop a bit of a crush on him. But honestly, how could you not? He was sweet, funny, charming, caring. And he was always thinking of you.

For example, he knew you hated being cooped up in the house all day, so we went out of his way to take you on little walks every night before bed, just so you’d feel more at ease. He made sure the boys all gave you first dibs on taking a shower in the morning because he wanted to be sure you had hot water. You always woke up later than most of the boys in the pack, which meant by the time you rose up from your slumber breakfast would long be over. But Seungcheol would save you a plate from their breakfast especially for you to be sure you’d have food to wake up to. He even taught himself how to braid your very complex hair so that way if you ever needed help managing the foreign hairstyles, he’d be right there ready to assist you.

He treated you like a literal princess. It was only natural that you gained a small crush on him. Though of course you’d never say that out loud. You were just some strange girl he let live in his home while you healed from your horrendous injuries out of the kindness of his heart. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t let your imagination dream.

There was just something about his smile that made him feel like you were home even though you didn’t have a home.

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“We need to go to the market!” Piped Hansol as he huffed a sigh of annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest. “We’re running low on some important supplies for potions and poultices. So any volunteers?” The healer of the pack looked to the boys seated around the kitchen table.

Most of the boys groaned in response. They hated the potions they had to ingest to cover their eyes true color everytime they went out into the real world. And they hated the market place even more as the noise of constant chatter and the people roaming about made them all constantly feel on edge.

“I think (Y/N) should go.” Joshua stated casually with a shrug while he attempted to finish the remains of his breakfast.

All eyes turned to you, waiting for your response. That is, all eyes but Seungcheol, who instead was looking Josh directly in the eyes with a piercing glare. Let’s just say if looks could kill, Joshua would’ve been dead seconds after he spoke.

The alpha stood up from his seat next to you, “She is NOT going into town. That’s out of the question! Why would you even suggest such a thing???” He quizzed with a low growl emanating from his chest in anger.

“Look I’m just saying out of all of us, she looks the most human. Plus she’s not marked. She could EASILY be a tourist just visiting from a neighboring town. No one would suspect anything. She doesn’t even have to cover her eyes because they’re more of a normal color. If more of us go, it could end badly. We don’t want what happened last time to happen again now do we?” Joshua gestured to Mingyu. Mingyu bolted himself up from his seat in a defensive stance.

“SO I DIDNT SEE THE TINY GIRL PRACTICALLY CAMOUFLAGED INTO THE BOOTH I WAS STEALING FROM! SO WHAT? WE GOT OUT DIDNT WE?” Mingyu started, causing small chuckles to erupt from the pack around the table. “God damn can’t a guy ever eat his breakfast in peace without his accidental little mobbing getting brought up around here?” He asked more to himself than to anyone else, sitting back down with a puff in exhaustion.

Soonyoung snickered while he pinched Mingyu’s cheeks between his fingers, “A guy can sure. You’re more of a child though so no, no you can’t,”, Mingyu slapped his hands away with a small grow.

“Plus accidental little mobbing? Try accidental little nearly getting us skinned alive! If it weren’t for Shua setting like half the village on fire to distract the townspeople, we would’ve met the wrong end of a silver bullet!” Jihoon snorted out seemingly more out of annoyance with his brother’s antics than anger.

There was a moment of laughter of remembering their middle brother’s multiple moments of getting them all almost killed before the lead Alpha slammed his fist against the table, “I dont care if you think she’s less likely to be spotted! It’s dangerous, so she’s not going and that’s final!” Cheol all but screamed at the top of his lungs to his brothers, throwing them off guard slightly as he was usually considered one of the calm ones in the pack.

You flinched back a bit at his unexpected loudness, something he noticed quickly, causing him to lower his voice slightly as to not scare you again.

Truth be told, you were at a loss for words. Usually if a man had told you that you couldn’t do something, you’d laugh in his face and do it in front of him out of spite. But when Seungcheol was the one who was denying you something, it seemed that you did genuinely care about what he thought.

You weren’t sure why that was though. He wasn’t your alpha so he didn’t have the weird pack mentality mind control over you like he did with the others. He was just some guy you had met a month ish ago and got relatively close to platonically. But It was like your body refused to disobey his wishes and really just couldn’t bring itself to potentially hurt his feelings by doing something that could make him upset.

Still, that didn’t mean you weren’t gonna fight whatever the strange feeling you were feeling was like hell.

“I can go! I don’t mind. As long as it’s not the same village I had to run from, I can do it!” You shook off Seungcheol’s previous comment and took up from your spot, “You guys have done so much for me. I mean you literally saved me life. So I wanna help contribute in anyway that I can!” you said, probably a little bit too enthusiastic for Seungcheol’s liking.

“No. You are not going. It’s crazy dangerous. Chan and Minghao or some of the others can go like usual. They’re used to making runs and know the town. You’re staying right here in the house where it’s safe.” He declared, grabbing you to move you away from the other boys and behind him, you assumed he was trying to emphasize how dead set he was on you staying to the others.

“You can’t tell me what to do! Who are you my father? I’m a grown woman and what I do is my business. And I say I wanna go to help your pack and that’s that.” You decided with an annoyed huff his way, feeling your eyes starting to radiate a heat which you knew was a warning that they were changing color from their original icy blue to a shiny emerald green.

Just when Seungcheol turned to actually face you and you noticed his facial features began to move as if he were to let out another remark, a nudge to the side from Jeonghan stopped him.

The blonde boy quickly spoke up, “She can do what she wants Cheol. She WANTS to help so let her help.” He finished with a sly smirk plastered on his tired face, knowing Seungcheol would listen to him if he reminded him it was what you truly wished to do. Seungcheol would do ANYTHING to make you happy.

Seungcheol stopped for a moment as if he was pondering his options. If he let you go, you could get hurt. You didn’t know the village they got their supplies from which was a plus. But it also meant that you didn’t know which booths were more likely to be associated with hunters and which weren’t. It meant you didn’t know the best escape routes or even your way back to the house since the area wasn’t as familiar to you yet. There was about 100 different ways he could see the run into town going wrong for you.

But as he watched your now dark green eyes get watery with tears of frustration, he knew he could only say one thing, “Fine!” He reluctantly agreed, causing your tiny heartbeat to speed up with joy as a smile beaming on your face, “If she really wants to, she can go. But if she’s going, then I’m going with you.”

You weren’t exactly thrilled that you basically needed ‘permission’ from the pack’s leader to go to a simple marketplace, but you supposed it was better to have his blessing to go with him than not have his blessing at all.

“Oh come on Hyung! We don’t need a babysitter. We know what to do. Dont you trust us?” Channie whined out, stomping his sneakers to the floor in annoyance at the fact that now his oldest brother was now gonna practically be holding his hand while he went and got supplies.

“With my life? yes. With her life? no.” He flatly stated as you all started to put your plates from your meals in the sink and began to get ready to walk out the front door, leaving no room for anymore arguments on the subject.

——

“That’ll be $5” said the kind old market stand woman.

You handed her some of the money the pack had given you, quipped out a quick thank you, and waved to her as you made your way over to the last booth you had to visit.

The boys couldn’t come into the town with you. One of the things they were low on was their eye color potion. And by low, they really meant out of but them being boys also meant that their logic and wording were far less direct than they should’ve been. So they stayed hidden in the tree line just outside the village square to make sure you were safe. Anytime you left their sight, one would find an abandoned alleyway and listen for you. Seungcheol was really apparently not kidding around when he said they wanted to protect you.

Reaching the last booth, you grabbed the last few ingredients you needed and put them in your little beige shopping bag. You also slipped a few of the smaller charms that they needed into your pocket hurriedly as to try not bring any attention to the fact that the ingredients added together were for a werewolf eye changing potion. Normal villagers probably wouldn’t have known that’s what the items could’ve made, but you couldn’t take the chance in case some rando witch was hiding in plain sight people watching. You couldn’t risk exposing the pack like that.

“Hey there sweetheart, what can I help you with?” Questioned the dark haired boy around your age (well not your ACTUAL age but your perceived age) behind the counter with a wink. Ew. What a lame way to try and hit on someone.

“Just these please.” You spoke as politely but uninterestingly as possible while you handed him the items you could actually purchase without drawing suspicion.

He gave you a toothy smirk that made you want to vomit inside, “Sure thing doll. Say what’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing in a dingy town like this?” He quizzed, eyeing you up and down in the process. Great. So he’s a small talker and a perv. Just your lucky day.

“Just sight seeing mostly” you airily answered while handing him the money needed to finish the transaction, hoping to be done with the uncomfortable conversation.

“Well if you ever need a tour guide, just come find me. I’d love to show you around some of the hot spots, even the ones some of the locals don’t know about” he clicked with too much of a side smirk for you to believe it was anything other than something sexual.

“Sure thing” you awkwardly laughed and bowed your head, signaling that you were done speaking with him and began your stretch to head home.

You could feel two sets of eyes on you as you started out for the forest. One was the creepy booth guy who made you feel super gross inside. The other was unmistakably the gaze of Seungcheol.

And you could feel all the anger boiling in his body with just his stare. Because of the fury you could feel emerging from him, you sat off on a quicker pace to meet up with the boys as to not piss him off even further.

——

The walk back to the den was quiet. Too quiet. No one spoke, no one even dared to sneeze. It got so bad at one point you could’ve swore you saw Chan holding back a cough as to not break the silence but you had no idea why. As you got to the steps, the two other boys gave you an apologetic smile and said a quick “dinner will be ready in an hour” as they went their separate ways. How Weird.

You started walking to the kitchen to grab a snack when Seungcheol suddenly grabbed you by your wrist and marched upstairs to his room withy you quickly following suit. Once he pulled you inside the comfortable confines of his humble abode, he slammed the door shut with such a force, you were afraid he’d snapped it in two.

“Cheol what the actual fuck-“ you started to question in absolute disbelief and frustration at his random outburst before he snapped in.

“Don’t you dare ‘Cheol what the fuck’ me! Why the HELL were you talking to that guy huh???” He fumed out, anger showing clearly as his nostrils flared while waiting for some sort of response from you.

“Guy? What guy? What the hell are you-“ you tried back at him to no avail as he swiftly interrupted you again.

“You know what guy. The guy from that last booth. You were talking to him and flirting with him. Why the fuck were you doing that???” He demanded with his eyes now glistening a crimson red color.

You snorted at his accusation, almost amused at how ridiculous he was being, “I wasn’t flirting with him! I was just making polite conversation. He was the one making it all creepy and gross. Why do you care so much about who I talk to anyways?? What the hell is your problem??” You were seething with rage at that point.

It would’ve been one thing had he nicely asked you about what had happened. In some weird wolfy territorial way you could understand. You probably would’ve felt the same way had the roles been reversed. But for him to completely blame you for something you didn’t even do without talking to you first? There was no way in hell you weren’t gonna be livid about it. Not by a long shot.

“Because you’re MINE! You shouldn’t be talking like that with anybody BUT ME! And that bastard!” He barked more to himself than to you, “That bastard was just lucky I couldn’t be in town with you! If I had been down there, I would’ve snapped his fucking neck for even insinuating that he could get you in any way!” He roared with a bit of an evil chuckle in the back of his throat.

“Excuse me?? I’m YOURS??” Now it was your turn to get angry, you weren’t a possession, “Where the fuck did that memo go because I sure as shit didn’t get it! You’re not my keeper! I’m not anybody’s possession. Especially not yours! I have half a mind to go back there and ask that guy on a date solely to prove a point to you!” You spit your venomous words into existence, clearly ticking him off with your last sentence.

“Like hell you are!” He snapped, “He can’t have you! Not the way I do! Not when we feel this way towards each other!” He yelled, gaining more fury in his veins by the second.

“And what do we feel towards each other Seungcheol, hmm??” You half taunted and half questioned the older wolf.

You weren’t really sure what he was talking about. Sure you had a bit of a crush on him, and sure you wanted to be around him more than anyone else, but that didn’t mean you were together. He had no claim over you. But part of you was genuinely curious as to what he was speaking about and so you gave him a second to elaborate on his previous statement.

His angered face turned to a frown as he looked down to the ground and kicked the floor at his feet, “You mean… you really don’t feel it?“ His heart felt like it was tearing in two.

He knew with you being another wolf and all there was a chance that you didn’t imprint back on him. Logically he did know that and he could never blame you if you hadn’t. Imprinting was up to fate and being unpredictable was just how fate was. But that didn’t mean the thought didn’t sting in his chest like a bitch nonetheless.

“What am I supposed to feel?“ you sneered at him, too blinded by aggravation to notice the shift in his features.

“Well with you being a fellow wolf and all, I’m not sure if it’s the same feeling for you. But For me, when We’re in the same room it feels like all the gravity gets sucked out of the air and you’re what’s keeping me grounded. It feels like I’m on cloud nine.” Cheol went on meeting your eyes with his. “You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. I know female wolves are different from males so different rules apply, but I really thought you felt it too…” he looked down as he said his last part barely above a whisper.

You hesitated to respond for a moment to think. Could he be talking about that weird feeling you started to get when you walked down to the kitchen for the first time? Is he talking about that feeling you get that makes you wanna take his face in your hands and kiss the hell out of him whenever he’s around?

“I understand if it’s not the same for you” He continued, trying his best to ease your obvious discomfort and confusion. “I know imprinting on another wolf is different and it doesn’t always go both ways but-“

“Hold on,” you interrupted him, “Imprinting??? You imprinted on me? That’s what that weird fire & Ice tingly feeling is! Why didn’t you just tell me to begin with?!” You sighed in relief as a small smiled played on your lips. You were worried that your health had started to decline as a side affect from the silver that was lodged in you just days ago or maybe that you were finally starting to go after centuries of being immortal. But no, you had just found your mate, and a pretty dumb one at that apparently.

“I didn’t want to push you or make you feel uncomfortable. I never wanted you to feel like you have to be here. I wanted it to be your choice if you decided to be with me or not. But going back to your cave could be dangerous and I just wanted to protect you. And when that guy started talking to you the way he did it just… made me angry. I’m sorry if I made you feel suffocated or repressed. I just couldn’t stand the idea of something happening to you.” He said sheepishly, putting his hands over his face as he sat on the edge of his freshly made bed.

You gave him a few seconds of sitting like that, really just to tease him. You went to stand between his legs. “Cheol, has anyone ever told you you’re the most obliviously stupid person ever?” You joked, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips. You took his face in your hands and lifted it to look up at yourself so your eyes could meet.

“I’ve been trying my very hardest to not smash my lips against yours every second of everyday” you cooed with a smile plastered on your face.

A smile started to form on his face as he grabbed yours and crashed his lips to yours in an excited outburst. You giggled at the feeling, but kissed him back none the same, relishing in the fact that you finally go to kiss the boy you had been hiding your feelings for for so long. You pulled back just so you could look at his sweet smile.

“I’m glad you didn’t deny me, because if you had, that would’ve been REALLY awkward at dinner later” he said with a laugh. You slapped his well toned chest as you chuckled along with him.

“You’re such an idiot Seungcheol”

“Yeah,” He rationalized, “but I’m YOUR idiot now” he said with a victorious sigh while nuzzling himself into your chest

“Yeah, my love struck idiot”

Author’s Note: Please forgive any spelling mistakes. I use my microphone instead of typing a lot as my hands don’t always work well enough to type. I know the differences between words I swear it’s just a typo!

(Last Updated 2/14/2023)

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