#aroma dreamer

[yandere-wishes]

⋆༺ One For The Money, Two For The Show ༻⋆

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Yandere!Harvey Dent x Housewife! Reader ɞ˚‧｡⋆

⋆.𝄞 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇'𝓈 & 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒟𝑒𝓁 𝑅𝑒𝓎𝄞˚.⋆

Love does not eliminate flaws it accepts them.

⋆◐⋆ Thinking about Yandere! Harvey Dent who's always been a dreamer. Whose thoughts are always a bit too diluted with fantasies and fiction, with a rêve just out of his reach.

⋆◐⋆ Courtrooms or suburbia. He harbors both between his teeth letting the nectar trickle down his throat, choking on a perfection he knows he'll never be.

⋆◐⋆ Maybe he'd always been a bit too orthodox, a bit too romantic. That's what happens when you're raised on Americanna fairy tales. On folktales of princes riding white fords and finding their princess having Malts at the local soda fountain. That's what happens when you overdose on sitcoms and kitchen commercials. They make you dream of soft hands and even softer lips...

⋆◐⋆ Yandere! Harvey Dent who, even now, even after his disfigurement, after his fall from grace. Still dreams of having a perfect life. A sweet little wife to come home to. Someone to trail kisses over his bullet wounds, to hold both sides of his face. Someone to love like the sun loves the moon, someone who'll love him back.

⋆◐⋆ He watches "I Dream of Jeannie" and "Bewitched" in surfeit, intoxicated by the soft pink and green hues of domestic bliss. Childhood habits die hard but they always resurface screaming. He's sprawled out on the couch as Harv nags him to change to "The Addams Family" or at the very least "The Munsters". But it's the same thing, right? Two sides of the same coin. What Harvey wants Harv wants. This perfect little life, with a perfect little wife.

⋆◐⋆ Morticia, Jeannie, Lily, Samantha. What the hell is the difference? Harv's eyes follow the trajectory of the silver celestial spinning atop their head. Does it even matter what side it lands on if they want the same thing? They're both dreaming of opening a pristine door. Of being greeted by the thick aromas of spice and rice. To hear the melodic click of heels on tiled floors. Maybe they've always been desperate for comfort, chasing a fantasy he can never quite grasp.

⋆◐⋆ Yandere! Harvey Dent whose dreaming of a girl he knows, a pretty little girl from his past. A starry-eyed law student doing her internship at the DA's office. Or maybe a spunky little lady he took on as a henchman, a broken-hearted girl who rains bullets like stars and follows every decree of his coin, like a sacred oath. It doesn't really matter. So long as you're you, his ethereal little princess awaiting your two-faced prince to find you.

⋆◐⋆ In his dreams, you wear heels that chime on the carpeted floor. How he doesn't really know. You hand him a cup of tea when he walks in and a kiss that tastes like honeydew.

⋆◐⋆ Harv agrees, so maybe just maybe that's enough to satisfy the fantasy. To know that, if he's crazy, it's not only his half going insane.

⋆◐⋆ You'd be his perfect bride, and he'd love you with all his tattered heart. Plus he just knows you'd look better in the 1950's Dior dress and channel-cropped cardigan. Harv laughs he's more interested in the heels, designer, long, pointed. Relishing in the thought of their tips digging painfully into the back of his thigh.

⋆◐⋆ 'She'd look better inside the apartment, scurrying to the door when she hears us come in.' Harvey closes his eyes, the thought tastes utterly divine, rattling around his fractured head. Being wanted, being needed. It would feel nothing short of heavenly.

⋆◐⋆ 'You'd like that college boy I know you would, pretty little princess wrapping her frail arms around our neck. Kissing your cheek, my cheek. Our hands trailing up her hips-"

⋆◐⋆ Harvey shakes his head trying to get rid of the fantasy. He can't let such thoughts linger long, or else he'd spill blood just to have you between his arms. Sweet, cute, and frivolous, awaiting him to return to you once more.

⋆◐⋆ Thinking of Yandere! Harvey Dent, whose coin lands on the scared side, but really deep down he knows it never mattered what side was destined to surface. He knew he was always meant to have you.

⋆◐⋆ Yandere! Harvey Dent who corners you when you're out alone one night. Who pushes stars between your lips tasting eden on your tongue, eager to choke on your sweetness. It's a proposal laced with desperation and obsession. A bloody candy gram screaming I love you.

⋆◐⋆ He's too high off of his delusions to notice how you struggle and squirm.

⋆◐⋆ He only fully registers the fear shimmering all so brightly in your big doe eyes, when the tears begin to fall. When he notices how desperately you try to pull your wrist from his grasp. It takes a moment to calm Harv down, to make him understand that you're reaction, while not ideal, is in fact normal.

⋆◐⋆ 'This is fine' he thinks, 'it just takes some getting used to'.

⋆◐⋆ Everything takes getting used to at first. Fingers trailing absentmindedly over the knuckles of his scarred hand.

⋆◐⋆ That night you cried yourself to sleep, as Harvey whispered saccharine little words into your ear. Kissing up and down your neck cooing and cuddling. As he drifted off into blissful sleep right next to your tortured form.

⋆◐⋆ Thinking of what happens when he's had his darling for a while. Does he coax her into the role of his perfect wife? Does she haphazardly stumble into it out of sheer boredom?

⋆◐⋆ Thinking of Yandere! Harvey Dent waking up cold and lonely. Fingers stretching to your side desperate to feel the softness of your flesh. Instead, he's met with the neatly made comforter and the painful absence of you. When he breaths -shakey ragged- there's vanilla under his breath, sugar wafting through the dichromatic apartment. His heart skips a beat, you really are the greatest.

'We should warn her to stay in bed until we wake up!'

'Then who the hell is going to make your breakfast moron? Huh? Didn't think that far ahead did-'

'Oh just shut up it's too early for your yapping.'

⋆◐⋆ "Harvey!" you chirp melodious lithe of your voice ringing ceremoniously to greet him. You're dolled up already in that purple dress he likes with the white heels Harv always picks. You run up to greet him and the click of your heels along his kitchen floor has him seeing stars. You leave lipstick prints on both his cheeks. Run your nails over his bare chest. You're so close, he can feel you're pretty heartbeat through your ribs.

⋆◐⋆ Thinking about making breakfast for Yandere! Harvey. Turning on the TV and talking to him all so sweetly, you've been meaning to try a new cake recipe and you're wondering what flavor he prefers cherry or coconut or both? And there's a new Zorro movie playing in theaters you're wondering if he can take you after work tomorrow? He watches eyes blown wide as you bite down on your hotcake, fork between your plump lips, as you tilt your head. "You don't like it do you," you ask and the brittle nature of your voice has his heart shattering. "I do" he assures, they both do. They're just so surprised you're acting this nice, this loving, this...

⋆◐⋆ Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you look at him. Have you done something wrong? Is he mad at you? "Are you having another dissociation episode?" you're quick to rush to his side. You sit on his lap and run your fingers through his hair. Kissing his soft and scarred lips. Holding his face firmly. "We're fine" Harv assures, voice polluted with trepidation. Unconvinced you break off tiny bits of his hotcake and gently tap the fork on his lip. You feed him so tenderly, basking in the way his pretty eyes never leave your face. As his fingers play with your dress, pinching playfully at your hips.

⋆◐⋆ Thinking about seeing Yandere! Harvey Dent off at the door. He's got a gang to run, a city to protect and destroy all in the same breath. You're sure one day you'll look out the window and see Gotham going up in flames only to be remade under your lover's careful hand. You wish him a good day, moaning softly as he kisses and bites your shoulder. Both hands entwining with your fingers. "Some day I'll take you with me, have you give the orders and watch as everyone jumps to obey."

⋆◐⋆ Thinking about Yandere! Harvey Dent in his office. He runs most of his operations from his two-toned building. He's closer to you this way. Keeping you locked up in the penthouse. Even when he's ordering his thugs around, planning the next heist or crisis or perfect crime he can't get you out of his head. He swears he can still hear the click of your heels from six stories up.

⋆◐⋆ Maybe it's cause he hasn't been happy in far too long, they both haven't. This eccentric euphoria bubbling inside their chest feels too foreign, painful even. Melconay replaced with something so warm and sweet. Something he never thought he would have.

⋆◐⋆ Thinking about surprising Yandere! Harvey Dent with lunch in his office. He's busy interrogating one of Falcone's thugs. Locations or gangwars you don't really care. You wince as Harv fires a bullet at the man's chest. Blood marring the walls and floor, you're careful to stirr clear. When the rage wears off he finally sees you, really sees you. Harvey is shocked and Two-Face is about to start yelling at you for leaving the apartment without permission. But you simply skip over the bloody body and hand him his lunch, kissing tenderly up his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. He's too starstruck to notice the dead man pulling out a gun. Precouopied with running his tongue along your teeth, and molding your bones to his touch. He never notices the dead thing writhing for life, for revenge...Until you've pulled out one of his shooters and shelled the man point blank. Beaming up at him with that eternally cheerful smile. Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, and inching closer to his lips...

⋆◐⋆ Thinking of Yandere! Harvey Dent waking up to the muffled sound of your sobs. And realizing it was all just a dream. You're curled up on the furthest end of the bed trying all so desperately to avoid him. He can faintly make out where you've thrown the new heels and the purple Dior dress he loved so much. Even after all this time you still haven't forgiven him for stealing you away. For locking you up and making you play into his little fantasies. Harvey rolls to his side trying to go back to bed, trying to tune out Harv's violent ramblings, trying to ignore the tear trickling down his cheek.

⋆◐⋆ He's happy, he's happy, he swears he's happy...

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[mint-yooxgi]

Dreamer - Yandere!Vampire!Yeosang

Yandere AU & Vampire AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Yeosang X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,771

Warnings: Hunter/Prey dynamics, Invasion of dreams mentioned multiple times, Possessive and sexual thoughts, violence and blood mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It's been a while... sorry for the delay in posting things, like I said, life has been crazy! I hope you all enjoy this one, something short and sweet for you all. Dedicating this one to @anyamaris hehehe... As always, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

The Sixteenth and Final of The Feral Drabbles

The loud chiming of the clock tower rings through my ears, nearly drowning out all other sounds. Golden light filters in through the widows, filling the stone walls with the last rays of the setting sun. If I listen closely, I can still make out the faint sounds of your heavy breaths. You cannot escape me, Starling. No matter where you hide, no matter how far you run, I will always find you.

I don’t know how many times I have told you how futile it is to try and get away from me, but you never seen to want to listen. I’m starting to think you rather enjoy the chase. Something about the imminent danger I pose simply gets your blood thrumming with excitement. I can just tell.

Of course, I could end this all in an instant. I could appear beside you at any given moment. My speed and tracking abilities are unmatched, especially when I have what I want in my sights. Yet, where would the fun be in that? I love listening to your heart race because of me. I love knowing I can make your scent spike suddenly with the slightest of sounds. You can sense me getting closer, can’t you? You know that I always get what I want, and what I want is you.

You smell amazing… Have I said that already? That pungent aroma of fear, permeated with the slightest thrill of excitement. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. After all, I know you better than you know yourself. In time, I’ll show you just how perfect I am for you, just as I know how perfect you are for me.

For months I’ve been studying you. The shadows have always been my friends, but when it comes to you, I am the shadows. All those dark and lonely nights I watched you, longing to be beside you, and finally be able to hold you in my arms. I longed to be able to brush my fingertips over your face, tracing loving patterns into your skin that only I can see. I wish to be there for you, and I so badly want you to be there for me.

Your soul called to me. The scent of your blood intoxicates me. Your laugh enchants me, and your smile sets my long dead heart aflutter. Just the sight of you has brought me back to life in ways I never thought possible, and I will cling to that essence of vitality for as long as we both shall live.

There is no me if there is no you.

Now, if only you could see that.

I’ll admit, knocking you out and bringing you to an unknown location was probably not the best way to properly introduce myself. In my defence though, I did overhear you talking to that one friend of yours about certain particular fantasies you’ve always had. You’ll have to excuse me for jumping the gun. I got too excited, and besides, it’s not like you don’t know me.

For months I’ve been appearing in your dreams. It started out small, just in passing at first. A glance of my face here. A hint of my voice there. You seemed to be reacting positively to me, too! I noticed a few times you seemed to be looking forward to my slight visits. Sometimes, you’d even go so far as to continue searching for me in your mind when I passed by. A fact of which made me happy beyond doubt.

Then came the nightmares.

You’re prone to them, aren’t you? The darkest recesses of your mind which you hide away in the light come creeping out of the shadows to torture you while in your most vulnerable state. They’re relentless, and unforgiving. A hindrance to your livelihood which dulls your shine, and petrifies your strength.

You can see why I couldn’t have that. I vowed to keep you safe, and that will always include keeping you safe from yourself.

Which is why I had to step in. I couldn’t leave you to suffer all alone. Not only could I prove to you how valuable I could be to you in your dreams, but it let me interact with you. Even on a subconscious level, I could tell it was going to benefit me greatly. I could talk to you, protect you, keep you interested…

And interested you were! I can still recall the way your eyes felt raking over my full visage for the first time. I could tell that you liked me, and that only made me know stepping into your subconscious mind was the right thing to do. 

We were finally making progress! You could see me for who I was, and I could finally see you without hiding myself away. I could interact with you on a more personal level, even within a dream. 

Everything I said, everything I did, was real. There’s no question about it. I would never deceive you like that, anyways. You deserve my truth, for it will soon become yours as well.

Those nightmares, though recurring, also let me understand you better. Those monsters stalking your dreams will never be able to hurt you again. I made sure of it. I showed them what a true beast looked like. Though, I will say, feeling their blood drip from my hands after rendering them limb from limb is immensely more satisfying in real life than within any dream your mind can conjure. I only wish I could have inflicted more damage on them while they were still alive…

They didn’t suffer enough. Not after what they all did to you. Nobody hurts you, cheats you, lies to you and gets away with it. No one.

I’ll tear them all to shreds. I’ll rip their pathetic flesh from their bones and feed their mangled corpses to the sea. Hell is a blessing compared to what I have prepared for anyone that crosses you. After all, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you…

Oh, look at me… getting so caught up in my thoughts of you again that I nearly missed the sound of you changing your hiding place. It’s adorable how you think you can get away from me. As if you really want to. Why else would you have ran up the clocktower rather than out into the streets the first chance you got?

What will I get once I finally catch my prize? I’ll finally be able to properly feel your skin beneath my touch. Will you hold onto me as tightly as I’ll be holding onto you? Will you whisper my name so sweetly, granting me a long since desired wish? Or maybe, just maybe…a kiss? 

Oh, how I’ve longed to feel your lips pressed against my own, My Sweet Starling. Ever since that one fateful night, that glorious dream we shared, I’ve been longing to know what you taste like in real life. You’ve already let me touch you once before, now all there’s left to do is make your whole body shake in ecstasy in real life.

I know it was simply a dream, but fuck- I can still hear the way you cried out for me. The way your thighs wrapped around my head as I worshipped you between your legs… as I buried myself deep inside of you… I want to feel it again. This time, I want it to be real.

I want to hear those sinful lips of yours crying out my name. I want to hear you gasp as I sink my fangs into your flesh, and drink my fill of you. I want to feel your nails cutting into my back and pulling me closer because you cannot get enough of me. You already know that I can never get enough of you, and I will always prove that my love for you is true.

Oh, Starling… you’re going to make me moan if you keep smelling like that…

Delectable. Sinful.

…Mine.

Already I can feel my mouth salivating at the thought of catching you. My fangs are nearly pricking my lips. Starling, I don’t know if I can hold myself back for much longer…

I can hear your heart racing nearly in time with mine.

Tell me… are you as excited as I am right now? There’s something about the thrill of the chase, isn’t there? Knowing that I’m hunting you, wanting to catch you and finally make you mine. I swore to you that I meant you no harm, and that fact will always hold true. I will never hurt you. You are mine, and I am yours. That’s how it should be. That’s how it shall always be.

See! I knew you wouldn’t be able to deny me! We’re meant to be!

Look at you trying to be quiet after purposely giving away your location. It’s extremely endearing, you know. Try to hide all you want, but you can never escape the inevitable.

You may be able to lie to yourself, My Glorious Starling, but you cannot lie to me. Like I said before, I know you better than you know yourself. I can smell the excitement pouring off of you. You want me to catch you. I knew you wouldn’t be able to forget all that I’ve done for you in your dreams so easily. After all, my actions have always been, and will always be, as real as I am.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

The longer I let this go on, the more excited you seem to get. Just listen to your heart racing for me! It’s getting louder with each step, and this time, there’s nowhere you can run. This will be the last place you can ever hide from me. Or rather, should I say, the last place I’ll let you hide from me.

From now on, you’re mine.

Fuck- I haven’t felt this excited in centuries. Do you realize how special you are? My blood feels like it’s lighting a fire within my veins, and my hands are shaking. Do you see the effect you have on me?

And, oh, when I finally get my hands on you…

There will be no part of you untouched - unloved - by me. I plan to spend however long it takes worshipping you and showing you just how loved you are by me. Mentally, physically, spiritually… Nothing is too much for you. You deserve nothing but my best, and my best is what you’ve always deserved. Nothing less.

Tick tock, My Glorious Starling… Your time is up.

[kaiyunsim]

dreamer -

pairing : childhood bestfriend!yushi x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

summary : having a sleepover at your childhood bestfriend's place !

warnings : fluff, crack, short read, friends hanging out !

a/n : i love nct wish <3. hope you enjoy !

queueing : dreamer - laufey, no one noticed - the marias

- wc : 1.1k - not proof read ! -

it's a lazy saturday evening when you find yourself at tokuno yushi’s house, a familiar routine that’s been part of your friendship for years. he’s sprawled out on his living room floor, a pillow tucked under his chest, while you’re curled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket thrown over your legs. the soft hum of a cheesy rom-com plays in the background, but neither of you are really paying attention to the movie.

yushi’s hair is a mess of dark waves, falling into his eyes as he props himself up on one elbow. "so," he says, breaking the comfortable silence, "what’s your snack of choice tonight? popcorn or instant ramen?"

"you’re asking me to choose between two staples of fine dining?" you tease, tossing a throw pillow in his direction. it lands near his head, and he grabs it dramatically, pressing it to his chest like you’ve wounded him.

"i need answers, not sarcasm!" he exclaims, but his grin gives away his amusement. "your indecision is delaying our feast."

"fine, ramen," you say, stretching your legs out over the couch. "but you have to make it."

he groans like you’ve asked him to climb a mountain. "you’re lucky i’m feeling generous."

you watch as he stands and heads toward the kitchen, his oversized hoodie nearly swallowing him whole. it’s endearing, the way he moves with a casual ease, like this is exactly where he’s meant to be. you’ve always felt that way around him—like the world slows down just enough to let you breathe.

he comes back a few minutes later with two steaming bowls of ramen, balancing them carefully as he kicks the coffee table aside to make room. he plops down next to you on the couch, handing you your bowl. "don’t burn your tongue," he warns, already shoving a massive bite into his mouth.

"hypocrite," you mutter, but you’re smiling. the warmth of the soup seeps into your hands as you cradle the bowl, the savory aroma filling the room. it’s nothing fancy, but it’s perfect.

"so," yushi says between bites, "what’s the plan for tonight? do we marathon terrible movies, or do i crush you at mario kart again?"

"excuse me? 'again'?" you nearly choke on your noodles. "you’ve never crushed me at mario kart."

"oh, the denial," he says, shaking his head in mock pity. "it’s okay to admit defeat, you know. it builds character."

"let’s settle this right now," you challenge, setting your bowl on the table. "prepare to eat my dust, tokuno."

his eyes light up with excitement as he grabs the controllers, handing you one with a flourish. "may the best racer win," he says, already selecting his character. you both know this is going to get competitive, but that’s half the fun.

the next hour is filled with laughter, shouted insults, and dramatic cries of "betrayal" whenever one of you launches a blue shell. yushi’s couch becomes a battlefield, your legs tangling with his as you both lean into the game, fingers flying over the buttons. at one point, he’s so focused on trying to overtake you that he leans too far and nearly falls off the couch, catching himself at the last second.

"serves you right," you say, nudging him with your foot. "that’s karma for stealing my item box."

"you’re ruthless," he says, but he’s laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that makes your chest feel warm. "i respect it."

after your victory—which you’re quick to rub in his face—the two of you collapse back into the couch, the controllers forgotten. the movie’s still playing in the background, but neither of you pays it any mind. the only light comes from the soft glow of the tv and the faint string of fairy lights draped along the wall.

yushi’s quiet for a moment, his head tipped back against the cushions as he stares at the ceiling. "hey," he says softly, "thanks for coming over. it’s been a weird week, and... i don’t know, it’s just nice having you here."

his words catch you off guard, but they’re not unwelcome. "of course," you say, nudging his shoulder lightly. "you don’t have to thank me, yushi. you’re kind of stuck with me."

he turns his head to look at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "i wouldn’t have it any other way."

the warmth in his gaze makes your cheeks heat up, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he is. you clear your throat, trying to shake off the butterflies. "okay, enough sappiness. what’s next on the agenda?"

"pillow fort?" he suggests, his grin widening. "we haven’t built one in ages."

"you’re on," you say, already grabbing the nearest blanket. the next half hour is a chaotic whirlwind of pillows, blankets, and some questionable engineering. yushi insists on being the "architect," which mostly involves him balancing precariously on the arm of the couch to drape a sheet over the top. you’re in charge of "structural integrity," which basically means you’re holding everything together with sheer determination and a few strategically placed clips.

when it’s finally done, you both crawl inside, the makeshift fort lit by a single flashlight. it’s cramped but cozy, and yushi’s shoulder presses against yours as he settles in next to you.

"not bad," he says, surveying your handiwork. "i’d give it a solid 8 out of 10."

"excuse me?" you say, feigning offense. "this is at least a 9.5."

"we’ll compromise on 8.7," he says, grinning. "deal?"

"deal," you agree, rolling your eyes. "you’re impossible."

he nudges you lightly with his elbow. "but you love me anyway."

the words hang in the air for a moment, and you’re not sure if he meant them as a joke or something more. either way, your heart does a little flip, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting that hides the flush creeping up your neck.

"yeah," you say softly, "i guess i do."

he glances at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before it softens. "good," he says, leaning back against the pillows. "because i’m pretty fond of you too."

the rest of the night passes in a blur of quiet conversation, shared laughter, and the occasional sound of rain tapping against the windows. eventually, you both drift off to sleep inside the fort, your head resting on his shoulder and his hand brushing against yours. it’s simple and sweet, the kind of moment that feels like home.

and as you drift off, you can’t help but think that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

[cockslutpadalecki]

You Better Run

Summary: Once you’re on his list, there’s only one two ways off.

Characters: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven The Hunter) x F!Reader.

Words: ~1K.

Warnings: mentions of multiple orgasms, a little blood consumption, rough sex, mostly just PWP. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Saw the trailer and became immediately feral for this man. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I got right now. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

The unmistakable stench of blood is heavy in the air. A thick brew of copper and death that makes your nose itch. You try to scrunch it up to ease the sensation, but as it magnifies, you know you need more than that.

You need friction. You need your hands.

You tug against the weight around your wrists, but it fails to lessen. In fact, the pressure intensifies— tightens until you feel the bones in your wrists protesting, and a low rumble follows.

“Tryin’ to get away so soon?”

All you can do is whine in response, the deep, rippling ache between your drenched thighs ripping away your ability to speak.

The hunter fucks like he fights.

Raw. With violent precision. Every move calculated to maximize pain. But you’re grateful he’s not being driven by the need to kill you.

His needs are far more carnal than that.

More weight is forced against your back, the heady aroma of damp soil and hot sweat heavy in your nose. Can feel it wet on your skin as he covers your body with his, the weight pressing you hard against the trunk of the tree in front of you. The scrape of bark is freshly coarse on your flesh— flesh already rubbed raw by the friction of your body shunting against it with animalistic momentum.

A hand moves to cradle your jaw. Stray fingers smear cooling blood across your lips. You try to keep them out of your mouth, but he curls them inwards, encouraging your lips to purse around his probing digits.

The taste is stronger than the smell. Like rolling a dirty penny across your tongue. It initially makes you gag, but as the taste slowly fades from the back of your throat, another replaces it.

Briny. Almost sweet. The taste of you.

You’re reminded of his fingers buried in your cunt— positioned perfectly to make you surrender to his will.

Minutes was all it took for you to submit.

With some reluctance, you start to lap at his fingers, nipping your teeth along his knuckles in an attempt to stifle your moans. Your stomach tightens, rolling and twisting as you shamefully— eagerly— anticipate each thrust that follows.

Fierce grunts sound from behind you— gutturally deep and rough. “You can leave when I let you,” he tells you, his nose in your hair. He tightens his grip around your wrists, using his steel hold to pull you sharply back onto his dripping cock.

You see white. Your knees give out. You shiver and quake, wedged in like a vice as you come yet again. You’ve lost count, your brain fucked out.

“But if you keep comin’ around me like this,” he whispers, voice broken and jagged with lust, “you won’t ever be makin’ it out of my sight.”

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Chapter 1: A Night in Vienna - Hans Landa x OC (1st Person)

Premise 

Set in the Inglourious Basterds universe, Elizabeth Acton, the daughter of an Oxford diplomat, is studying history at the University of Vienna in the 1920s. After an unexpected encounter with the enigmatic detective Hans Landa, their lives intertwine in a passionate romance. Despite a loving marriage and idyllic life together, Elizabeth's world is shattered when Hans mysteriously disappears, leaving only a note. Heartbroken and alone, she embarks on a journey to Paris to rebuild her life and confront the haunting question: why did Hans leave? And will she ever see him again?

Story: 

Chapter 1

Vienna, in the late 1920’s, had a certain magic to it. It was a city of art, music, and intellect, where the streets echoed with the footsteps of philosophers and dreamers. I had arrived here from Oxford, together with my family. My father’s career as a diplomat meant he was stationed in the city, and though Vienna was a world away from the rolling green hills of England, I found myself captivated by its allure. The university of Vienna was renowned for its history program, and studying here seemed the perfect way to carve out my future. 

But if I’m honest, I was just drawn to the idea of escape. Oxford, for all its charm, had always felt like a cage. My father’s expectations, the stifling formality of our lives – it all felt so scripted. Vienna, on the other hand, promised something different. It was a city alive with possibilities, and I was determined to take advantage of every one. 

In the evenings, after long days of lectures, I’d attend French lessons with my friends, Elise and Margot. The lessons were my ticket to the next dream: Paris. I’d always imagined myself walking the boulevards, teaching history at a lycée, living among the poets and artist. It was a romantic vision, perhaps, but at eighteen, I had no reasons not to dream big. 

One night, after our French class, we decided to stop at a bar near the city center. It was a cozy little place, dimly lit with a warm glow from the gas lamps and the gentle hum of conversation in the air. The scent of tobacco smoke mingled with the sharp aroma of schnapps and beer, and the clinking of glasses felt like the pulse of the room. We took a seat in a corner, practicing our French while laughing at Elise’s attempts to order wine In the language. 

It was then that I saw him for the first time. 

He stood near the bar, dressed in a dark, tailored coat, his posture straight and confident. There was something striking about him – sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes that seemed to take in everything around him without giving anything away. His gaze moved across the room and paused on us, or more specifically, on me. 

I tried not to look back, but curiosity got the better of me. our eyes met, and a flicker of smile played at the corner of his mouth. Something about it unsettled me, though I couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Still, I felt drawn to him. 

Elise noticed my starring. “He’s a handsome one. Though I must say perhaps a little too old for you.” She teased. Margot noticed what we were talking about and chuckled. “Good for you, Liz. He’s handsome and older. Every woman’s dream” she teased. I chuckled at both of them. Margot was the flirt of the group. Every man wanted her, and every woman wanted to be her. 

“Not interested,” I lied as I took a sip of my glass of wine, trying to escape the conversation. Elise sent me a small smile while Margot just chuckled, “If you say so,” she teased back. Our conversation flowed until suddenly I noticed a presence standing by our table. I looked up and spotted the man from before. Up close he didn’t seem tall, but he had a commanding presence. 

“Good evening, ladies,” he said in flawless German, tipping his hat politely. My German was rudimentary, but I caught enough to understand his greeting. His voice was smooth, carrying an air of authority. “May I join you?”

Elise glanced at me a bit unsure. But Margot, always the bold one, nodded. “Of course,” she replied. 

He pulled out a chair, sitting down with ease, his attention now fully on me. “Hans Landa,” he introduced himself, extending his hand. 

I shook it, trying to suppress the shutter of nerves. “Elizabeth Acton,” I replied in English, my German too weak for conversation. 

“You’re not from here,” he said, switching effortlessly to English. It was more of a statement than a question. 

“No,” I smiled, a little surprised at his fluency. “Oxford, originally. My father is a diplomat, stationed here for now. I’m studying at the university.” 

“Ah, a student of history in the city of history and culture.” His smile widened, though there was sometime about it that remained enigmatic, unreadable. 

“How did you know I studied history?” I asked baffled, not having told him that. He sent me a wolf-like smile. “Intuition,” he replied, making all of his chuckle. 

“What brings you to Vienna? Aside from your father’s work?” he asked. 

“I wanted to study here. It seemed… different. And I’m learning French. We all are, actually.” I paused, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze. “I’d like to go to Paris someday.”

“Paris is beautiful,” he said, leaning back slightly. “But Vienna has its own charm. You may find it hard to leave once you lived here long enough.” 

Our conversation drifted into safer topics – Vienna, my studies, the little things about the city that charmed me. Hans listened attentively, nodding at all the right moments, his dark eyes never leaving mine. There was something magnetic about him. He was older, more worldly, but that only made him more intriguing. 

As the evening wore on, I found myself relaxing in his presence. He had a way making you feel like you were the only person in the room, as if your words mattered more than anyone else’s. And yet, there was something guarded about him, something he held back. 

I was drawn to that mystery. ______________________________________________________________

It had only been a few days since that night at the bar, but Hans Landa had already lodged himself in my thoughts. There was something about his presence that lingered, like a faint scent you couldn’t quite place but couldn’t forget. His attention was exhilarating.

After another evening of French lessons, my friends and I decided to take a different route home. The bustling square near St. Stephen’s Cathedral was vibrant with life – street vendors packing up for the night, the smell of roasted chestnuts in the air, and couples hurrying off to their favourite cafés. And then, as we turned the corner, I saw him. 

Hans stood leaning casually against a lamppost, his hat tipped slightly forward, watching the world pass by. His eyes flicked toward me, and I felt my heart skip. 

“Good evening, Miss Acton,” he greeted me with a slow smile, ignoring my friend, focusing solely on me. 

I was momentarily stunned that he remembered my name. “Mr. Landa,” I replied, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt. 

“Vienna is small, after all,” he said, his English accented but fluent. “We seem to be crossing paths again.” 

He gestured toward the street. “May I walk with you? Unless, of course, I’m interrupting.” He glanced briefly at Elise and Margot, but it was clear he was only asking out for politeness. 

I hesitated, glancing at my friends. Margot just smirked, while Elise gave me a knowing look and whispered. “Go ahead. We’ll see you tomorrow.” 

And just like that, I found myself walking with Hans through the twilight streets of Vienna, the atmosphere between us buzzing with curiosity. We talked – well, mostly he asked questions, and I answered. I found myself telling him more about my studies, about Oxford, my father’s work, my childhood. He listened with an intensity that made me feel seen. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” he said as we neared my street. “How are the French lessons going?”

I smiled sheepishly. “I understand much more than I can speak. My accent is… rather terrible.” 

He chuckled, and the sound warmed me. “Perhaps I could help.” 

I looked up at him and smiled. “I would like that very much.” 

The next week, Hans appeared outside the university as I was leaving my class. His presence was becoming less of a surprise and more of an expectation – one I wasn’t sure how to feel about, yet undeniably looked forward to. 

“Miss Acton,” he greeted, falling into step beside me. “I’ve been thinking about your French. If you’d like, I could assist with your lessons.” 

I raised an eyebrow. “You speak French?”

“Fluently,” he said, with a touch of pride. “After all, I’ve spent some time in France during my travels for work.” 

I was hesitant at first. Hans was a detective, a man with a mysterious aura, and this offer felt oddly personal. But I agreed. 

And so, our meetings took on a new routine. We would meet after my French lessons, and Hans would quiz me, correcting my pronunciation with gentle patience. It was strange – he was often so sharp and perceptive, but with me, he was careful, as though he didn’t want to rush anything. 

One evening, after correcting my imperfect “R” sound for what felt like the hundredth time, he looked at me with a teasing smile. “If you wish to speak with Parisians, you must soften your tongue. Let the language move through you like music.” 

His voice was so close, his breath warm against the evening air. I tried to phrase again, and he nodded approvingly, his smile lingering just a bit longer than usual. 

A few weeks later, after one of our informal lessons, we stood on the street corner, neither of us quite ready to say goodbye. 

Hans shifted, his eyes narrowing in thought before he spoke. “Elizabeth,” he began, using my first name for the first time, the sound of it unexpected and somehow intimate. “I’d like to take you out. Properly.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “You mean… as in a date?” 

His lips quirked into a half-smile. “Yes, a date. Tomorrow evening? There’s a small café near the Danube. Quiet, warm…I think you’d like it.” 

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding, with a smile. “I’d like that.” He smiled charmingly back which made my heart flutter. ______________________________________________________________

The café Hans had chosen was quaint, tucked away from the busy streets of Vienna. It had wooden tables, candlelight flickering in the soft breeze, and a view of the river that was simply enchanting. We sat by the window, the city reflecting off the water in soft hues of gold and blue. 

Hans seemed more relaxed than usual, the guarded air he often wore like amor fading in the candlelight. We talked about everything and nothing. I told him about my life in Oxford, about my younger brother, James, who was still in school. In return, he shared snippets of his life – he’d grown up here in Austria, in the Alps to be precise. He had travelled widely for his work, but seemed to evade anything too personal. 

As the evening drew on, there was a brief silence. Hans reached across the table, gently placing his hand over mine. 

“Elizabeth,” he said, his voice lower, more serious. “I enjoy this. Being with you. I… don’t often feel this way.” 

I felt my heart quicken. “Neither do I.” 

We walked along the Danube afterward, the stars reflecting off the water. When we stopped by the river’s edge, Hans turned to face me fully, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, he simply looked at me, his gaze intense, as if weighing some unspoken decision. 

Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed me, his lips warm and soft against mine. 

The kiss was gentle, tentative, as though he was testing the waters. His hand came up to cradle my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across my skin. I responded instinctively, letting my eyes closed as I melted into the warmth of his touch. The city seemed to blur around us, and for that brief moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. 

When we finally pulled away, the air between us was thick with unspoken emotions. I looked up at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking, but Hans, ever the enigma, simply smiled softly and took my hand, guiding me away from the river. ______________________________________________________________

The weeks that followed were filled with long walks, secret glances, and quiet conversations. Hans was unlike any man I had ever known – intelligent, mysterious, and yet gentle with me in ways I never expected. He was thoughtful, bringing me books from his personal collection, surprising me with small gifts like pressed flowers or an ink bottle from Paris, knowing I dreamt of going there. 

Our time together felt stolen, as if we were living in a world apart from everything else. We would meet in the afternoons after my classes, sit in a café or stroll through the gardens. There was always a tension beneath the surface, something deepening between us that neither of us could ignore. 

It was late one evening after dinner, and we were sitting in a quiet park beneath the glow of the streetlamps. Hans had been quieter than usual, his mood more intense, his eyes following me with a kind of hunger. I felt it too – the pull between us, the unspoken desire. 

We talked, but it was the only surface-level, both of us skirting around what we were really feeling. Finally, as the conversation died down, Hans turned to me, his expression unreadable. 

“I’ve been holding back, Fräulein,” he admitted, his voice low and raw. “But I don’t think I can anymore.” 

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, but this time there was nothing tentative about it. His lips pressed harder, his hands pulling me close, and I felt the full force of what had been simmering between us. I returned the kiss with equal intensity, my arms wrapping around his neck as the world spun around us. 

When we finally broke apart breathless, the air between us had changed. We didn’t speak, but there was no need. We both knew that things had shifted. I smiled up at him, and he smiled back. And in that moment, he seemed to me to be the most beautiful and charming man, I had ever met. ______________________________________________________________

It didn’t take long after that before Hans suggested to meet my family. My parents were cautious, particularly my father. He was sceptical of Hans, though polite. 

Dinner with my parents was a formal affair, and Hans, to his credit, handled it well. He charmed my mother with his knowledge of art, and even managed to get a laugh out of my younger brother, James, who was typical shy around strangers. My father, however, remained distant, his questions sharp, probing Hans’ background and intentions. 

After the meal, when Hans and my father retreated to the study for a private conversation, I was left with a knot of anxiety. My father was protective, and though he rarely interfered with my life, I could sense his concerns. 

When they finally emerged, Hans looked calm, though my father’s expression remained unreadable. Still, when he shook Hans’ hand, there was a sense of grudging respect. 

I followed him to the door, and while I really wanted to kiss him, I couldn’t with my parents lingering close by. He smiled at me and winked as he left, making me chuckle. 

That night as I went to bed, I had a smile on my face and dreamed of Hans. 

We continued like this for months. He would help my study, take me on walks, to see museums and art galleries. He had come over a couple of more times to dine with my family, and in time my father seemed to like him more and more. 

Even after all of this it still took me by complete surprise. I came home one evening after class, expecting the house to be quiet. Instead, I found Hans sitting in the Parlor, his hat resting on the table beside him, his coat neatly folded over the chair. My heart raced in surprise. 

“Hans? What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping into the room, confusion clear on my face. 

He stood, walking over to me with a serious expression. “I’ve just spoken with your father.” 

My stomach flipped. “About what?” I asked in concern. 

Hans took my hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. His eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time since we’d met, I saw something like uncertainty in his gaze. 

“My liebe, Elizabeth,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve asked your father for his blessing to marry you.” 

The air seemed to leave the room, and I stared at him, trying to process what he had just said. 

“I love you,” he continued, his hands tightening slightly around mine. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you’ll have me.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and all I could do was nod. 

Hans smiled then, a rare, genuine smile that made my heart soar. He pulled me into his arms, and as he held me close, I whispered, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

We kissed again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty - just the promise of a future together. 

Just a few short months later, I graduated from the University of Vienna. Hans was there, sitting in the audience with that same proud smile that made my heart flutter. The diploma in my hands felt like a culmination of years of hard work, a symbol of the life I had dreamed of building. But the moment I walked across the stage, my eyes found Hans, and I realised in that moment that the future was no longer just mine – it was ours. 

Our wedding followed soon after. It was a small, intimate ceremony in a charming Viennese church, attended by my family and friends, and some of Hans’ friends. My mother fussed over every detail, while my father walked me down the aisle, his expression soft with emotion. Hans waited at the altar, looking more handsome than I’d ever seen him, his dark eyes flowing with affection and promise.

The ceremony was simple but perfect. The moment we kissed as husband and wife, I felt a swell of love so strong that it left me breathless. I knew my life had changed forever. ______________________________________________________________

After the wedding, I moved into Hans’ apartment – a beautiful, sunlit space in the heart of Vienna. The rooms were filled with the warm, earthy scent of wood and leather, and large windows overlooked the bustling streets below. It was smaller than my family’s home, but it felt infinitely cozier. We spent our first days as newlyweds either in bed or arranging the apartment to make it our own, combining our lives piece by piece. 

Life settled into a peaceful rhythm. I found work as a teacher at a local girls’ school, a position that fulfilled me more than I could have imagined. The students were eager to learn, and I found myself pouring my heart into every lesson. 

Hans’ work as a detective kept him busy, but when he was home, we filled our time with quiet dinners, long walks through Vienna’s parks, and cozy nights reading together by the fire. He would often surprise me with flowers or a new book, and I loved the small ways we cared for each other. We were happy – truly, blissfully happy. 

A year or so into the marriage, my father received word that his posting in Vienna was coming to an end. My parents were being re-stationed back to England, and though I knew this day would come, it still felt like shock. 

The evening before their departure, my family gathered for a final dinner at our favourite restaurant. The air was thick with emotion – my mother trying to hold back tears, my father quieter than usual, and James, now taller and more mature, struggling to say goodbye. 

“I’m proud of you,” my father said, hugging me tightly. “And I know you’ve made the right choice.”

I watched them leave the next morning, waving until their car disappeared from view, tears streaming down my face. Vienna felt emptier without them, but I still had Hans. And that was enough.  ______________________________________________________________

Hans I had tried to start a family, but as the years went by, our hopes began to fade. Each month brought fresh disappointment, and I started to fear that the fault lay with me. Doctors confirmed my worst fears – something about my body, something I couldn’t fix, made it difficult, perhaps impossible, for me to conceive. 

I wept often during that time, feeling a deep sense of failure. Hans, ever gentle and patient, would hold me, his hands stroking my hair as I sobbed into his chest. 

“We’ll be fine,” he whispered, though I could hear the sadness in his voice. “We heave each other, my darling Elizabeth. That’s all I need.” 

He never blamed me, not once. But I couldn’t help but feel like I had let him down. 

To lift our spirits, Hans surprised me with a trip to Paris – the city I had always dreamed of visiting. We arrived in spring, the city blooming with life and colour. The air was warm, the streets lively with music and laughter. Paris was everything I had imagined it would be – romantic, vibrant, and a full of history. 

We spent our days strolling along the Seine, visiting art galleries and historical landmarks. Hans took me to a charming little café, the same one we had spoken about on one of our first dates, and we sat for hours drinking wine and watching the world go by. 

One evening, as we stood on a bridge overlooking the river, the lights of the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance, Hans pulled me close. “I promised you Paris,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And here we are.” 

It was a perfect moment. I felt as though all my dreams had come true, even if the path was different that I’d imagined. 

Years passed in a contended blur. We had settled into a comfortable life in Vienna, one filled with love, even if it wasn’t the life I had originally planned. I was happy teaching, and Hans was content in his work, though he often spoke of darker times looming in the political sphere. 

One day, I came home from work, expecting to find Hans waiting for me, as usual. Instead, the house was eerily quiet. On the dining table, there was a single note, written in his familiar, neat script. 

I’ve been called away on urgent business. Fear not, I will return soon. Trust me. I love you, mein liebe, Elizabeth. 

I stared at the note, my heart pounding in my chest. Hans had never left like this before. His work as a detective sometimes required long hours, but he had always kept me informed. Now, he had disappeared with only a cryptic message. 

As I ate my supper I could not shake of the feeling of loneliness. I spent the rest of the evening reading but found myself often looking at Hans’ chair and felt sad. As I went to bed that night, I wore one of Hans’ shirts in hope that it would quench my longing for him, but it did the exact opposite. I only found myself missing him more. ______________________________________________________________

The days without Hans turned into weeks, and those weeks into months. At first, I tried to carry on as if nothing had changed. I went to the school, taught my students, and returned home to an empty apartment. I pretended I wasn’t watching the clock, that I wasn’t waiting for the sound of his footsteps on the stairwell or the creak of the front door.

But the silence grew unbearable. 

His note lay where I had left it, on the mantle above the fireplace, the ink faded but still legible. I must have read it a thousand times, hoping that somehow, if I stared hard enough, the words would change, or that they would reveal some hidden meaning. But there was nothing. Just the same cryptic message, and the same growing fear gnawing at my insides. 

Where had he gone? Why had he not told me? And – worst of all – was he ever coming back?

I had tried to remain strong, but Vienna no longer felt like the vibrant city I had fallen in love with. Every corner of the apartment whispered of our life together – the quiet breakfasts by the window, the evening spent reading by the fire, and the late nights when Hans would pull me close and hold me as if I was the most precious thing in the world. Without him, those memories were like shadows, haunting me with their absence. 

It wasn’t just his disappearance that hurt. It was the not knowing. Hans had always been so careful with his words, so precise, and yet this time, he had left me with nothing but uncertainty. His work as a detective had always involved secrets, but this felt different. This felt personal. 

One evening, I visited his office, my hope dwindling with every passing day. His colleagues gave me nothing but blank stares, polite refusals, and vague promises that they’d look into it. But they didn’t seem to care. Hans was just another name on a list of officers, one who had apparently gone off on some undisclosed mission. I was his wife, yet it seemed as though I knew the least of all. 

Trust me. 

How was I supposed to trust him when he had left me like this? ______________________________________________________________

I began to write to him. At first, it was just a few words on paper, trying to make sense of the chaos in my mind. But as the weeks went by, the letters grew longer, filled with everything I couldn’t say aloud. I told him about the school, about my students, and how they were thriving in their history lessons. I wrote about Vienna, the city we had both loved so much, and hot it now seemed to reflect the emptiness inside me. 

I even wrote about my dreams – the ones we had shared, the life we had planned. I told him how much I wanted to see him, to hold him, to hear his voice again. How I missed the warmth of his touch, the way his eyes would soften when he looked at me. 

But there was no address to send the letters to. no place where I could reach him. So they remained in a drawer, growing in number, waiting for the say when I might have the chance to give them to him. 

After months of waiting in vain, something inside me snapped. It wasn’t an act of anger or frustration, but rather a quiet, aching realisation that I could no longer stay here, trapped in a life that had once been filled with love and now felt like a prison. 

I began to pack my things, carefully folding away the clothes and trinkets that had once made up our home. The books we had collected together, the small souvenirs from our trips around the city – everything seemed to carry the weight of what had been lost. I left the ring Hans had given me on the bedside table, the one reminder of the love we had shared, but I couldn’t bear to wear it anymore. 

My final goodbyes were said to the few friends I had made, those who had watched me as I slowly crumbled under the weight of Hans’ absence. They offered me sympathy, but no one had any real answers. Vienna had become too painful for me to stay. 

Paris had always been my dream, and now, in the absence of everything, it seemed like the only place I could go. 

I booked my passage on the next train to France, leaving behind the life I had built, the one I had hoped to share with Hans. The city I had once loved felt foreign to me now, its streets empty without him by my side. As the train pulled out of the station, I looked back one last time at the skyline of Vienna, the domes and spires that had been the backdrop to my happiest moments. 

But I knew there was nothing left for me here. Not anymore. ______________________________________________________________

Paris was everything I had imagined it to be – the cut of lights, of romance, and art. But it was also a city of ghosts, filled with reminders of the life I had once dreamed of having with Hans. Every corner café, every bridge across the Seine, every street vendor selling flowrrs – all of it reminded me of the promises we had made to each other, the life we were supposed to build together. 

But Paris was also where I began to heal. 

I found a small apartment near Montmartre, not far from the artists and musicians who brought the street to life with their creativity. It was nothing like the apartment Hans and I had shared in Vienna, but it was mine. A space where I could start over. 

Teaching had always been my passion, and I found work at a local school. The children here were different – more worldly, more curious. They asked questions about the world beyond France, and I found myself telling them stories of Vienna, of the history I had studied so passionately. In a way, it felt like I was teaching them about the life I had lost. 

Days turned into weeks, and slowly, I began to find some measure of peace. The ache of Hans’ absence never truly left, but it become more bearable with time. I still thought of him often – wondering where he was, whether he was safe, and if he ever thought of me. But I no longer let those thoughts consume me. 

Paris became my sanctuary. It wasn’t the life I had planned, but it was a life, nonetheless. And for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe again. 

I still had the letters, tucked away in a small box at the back of my closet. I hadn’t written to him in a long time, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. They were a record of my grief, my longing, my hope. 

Sometimes, late at night, I would open the box and read through them, imagining what it would be like to see Hans again. I wondered if he would still recognise the woman I had become – the one who had been broken by his absence but had somehow found strength to go on. 

Perhaps one day I would find the courage to let him go entirely. But for now, I held on to the memories, the love we had shared, and the hope that somewhere, Hans was thinking of me too. 

I wasn’t sure if I would ever hear from him again. But I had learned to live with the uncertainty. After all, life in Paris had given me something precious – myself. 

Everything was getting better – until the war began. 

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Stranger has the fluffiest hair in headspace, discounting Basil. Silky smooth, it’s light and soft, and it has an earthy aroma much like charcoal. It is slightly wispier than the rest of his ghost body, giving one the impression that it is weightless and eludes gravity, and it follows a slight gradient towards the tips despite being black as the night. On good days, when Stranger is particularly happy and the sun hits him just right, you may find sparkles in his locks that match his starlight-freckled blush.

While his hair doesn't require a lot of attention, Stranger does put in the work to take good care of it. It’s not so rare to find him at the hot springs working in all sorts of creams, balms, and shampoos to give his hair that extra little flair, and it pays off in it being even softer and smoother. It even seems to be immune to getting tangled, but don’t think that’ll keep Stranger from frequently brushing it.

If you ask nicely, you may touch it—just be careful not to stroke his ego alongside his luscious locks.

Unsurprisingly, Stranger quite enjoys anything to do with the hot springs. Nothing goes above a midnight visit to the rocky area where he spends hours simmering his sometimes frigid spectral body in the warm water and seeking out new ways to spoil himself. He's asked the Dreamer to research skin care and hygiene products so that he may improve his routine in the dream, even though it's rather futile as the ephemeral nature of his body means that most smells and products will have wafted off into nothingness only hours after he applied them. His hair seems to be the exception, holding on to its post-washing texture for days despite reclaiming its charcoal smell rather swiftly.

Omori often gets invited to join in on these bodily rituals. He thinks Stranger is stupid for it, but after seeing just how much he enjoys it when Omori assists with all these routines, he grew into the idea of helping out with Stranger's beauty routine a little more. Even if he thinks it's all just a con to get Omori clean.

A ghost can dream, and if his hobbies include softening his skin for a few hours, then who's to stop him?

Omori's hair, on the other hand, is so dark because it's one block of grease. Don't try to brush through it, the hairbrush and your wrist will perish. It's a surprise that his scalp doesn't smell that badly, but you probably don't want to bury your nose in his hair after a long period without any bathing. That boy's scalp is a weapon of mass destruction and could sell for millions on the black market for how much oil you can forage from it.

It's actually airier and fluffier when it's been freshly washed, and Stranger does his best to take Omori to the hot springs at least once a week to keep him clean, but it's an uphill battle against Omori's hair follicles, one that Stranger doesn't always win. That, and he gets bitten if he bothers Omori too much about his hygiene. Still, Stranger is one of the rare people who is allowed to touch Omori's hair, if he really must—and he uses every opportunity he gets to try to pluck the bugs out of his hair.

(The other is Sunny, whose little hairclips and accessories, which he leaves behind in Omori's short locks after a session of playing around with his hair, Omori happily keeps around.)

Surprisingly enough, Omori doesn't absolutely abhor these baths. In fact, the hot springs are one of his favourite areas to hang around, as he is drawn to the heat of the water and the tranquillising effects of the waterfalls clattering on his skinny shoulders. He can easily be bribed to tag along for a relaxing swim, and once he has melted, he'll let Stranger wash his hair and give him a quick go with soap and a sponge while he's at it. Maybe even use a soft brush to untangle his messy mop.

He claims to hate it, but his softened muscles and his mild temper for a few hours afterwards say otherwise. As such, it's one of Stranger's favourite ways to pamper Omori.

[roguelov]

okay so, morpheus and reader who are both traumatized bc of things in their past but they are also really touchstarved and want to touch each other but they have to take it slow bc too much touching becomes overwhelming very quickly (and maybe it's a little frustrating but they're both trying ok :,) )

(your writing is so so so lovely btw)

Touch starved Dream? A baby

You and Dream sat side by side on a blanket under the shade of a massive oak tree. Fiddler’s Green was lively and lush on this particular day. Flowers - some you seen in the Waking and some stirred by dreamers’ imaginations - swayed in the breeze. It was a rippling sea of color filled with sweet floral aromas. Honeybees, and even fairies with jars, collected pollen from all around.

It was magical and downright ethereal.

Yet, your attention was solely on Dream’s hand. It rested beside you, just a couple inches away.

Do something, your heart begged.

You wished for Dream day and night, you wished to have him near you constantly, you wished to always have him in grasp and never dare to let go.

Swallowing down your nerves and listening to your heart, you reached over. Your barely pinkie brushed against his.

His eyes snapped down, seeing your hand next to his. A slight shiver ran down his spine.

Oh, he wanted more just a little more. No, he wanted a lot more. He wanted you pressed to his chest so he could feel you breathe against him, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck, he wanted to never let you go.

Yet, he couldn’t.

It was all too much, and too fast.

For either of you.

Slowly, you hooked your pinkie with his. “Is this okay?” You whispered, almost unsure.

Dream sighed happily, “It is.”

You squeezed your pinkie, holding onto him like a lifeline. A smile spread across your lips. Dream, taking his own step, leaned towards you. He wanted to close the space just a little more. He never touched you, yet his warmth radiated off of him.

This was enough.

No, this was perfect.

[gravity-falls-dreamer]

Gravity Falls: Dreamer Chapter 12: Research Outing

It was still early, the sun just beginning to cast a warm glow over the kitchen of the Mystery Shack. Evalin had already been awake for a while, ready to start the day. She wore a soft lavender sundress and a navy apron with pink frills, a simple yet charming look that suited her perfectly. The smell of bacon and eggs started to fill the air as she worked, but it was the aroma of fresh coffee that really made the morning come alive.

Her fingers moved effortlessly as she ground the coffee beans with her new coffee grinder, humming a little tune as she danced around the kitchen. It was more than just the act of making coffee. It was a ritual, a moment of peace that brought her a sense of home.

Ford had woken up to the unmistakable scent of coffee and the sound of Evalin's humming. He couldn’t help but follow the trail into the kitchen, still groggy from sleep. Standing at the doorway, he watched her for a moment, his heart warm at the sight of her so happy. It was a side of her he didn’t often get to see; so carefree, so content. He couldn’t help but admire her, but it didn’t take long for her to notice his presence.

“Good morning,” Ford said, his voice a little too loud for the quiet room.

Evalin jumped, startled by his sudden voice. She spun around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “How long have you been standing there?” she asked, her heart racing from the surprise.

Ford scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his face flushed too. “Long enough to see the show,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “This some kind of coffee ritual?”

Evalin gave him a shy smile, her nerves easing a little as she focused back on the coffee beans. “Yeah... something like that,” she explained, her voice softening. “I used to do it every morning back home. I kind of missed it, honestly. It makes me feel... like I’m home again.”

Ford’s expression softened as he took in her words. There was something in her voice, something he hadn’t heard from her before. It was subtle, but there was a longing in her eyes, a quiet ache for something she had lost. Before he could ask more, Evalin shook her head, brushing the thought away, and suddenly her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Hey, do you want to see the coolest part of the coffee-making process?” she asked, her voice suddenly full of energy. “It’s why I got these clear mugs.”

Ford blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her mood. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this sudden excitement was... contagious. “Sure,” he said, a little flustered, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to but willing to follow her lead.

Evalin grinned, and with a flourish, she poured the dark, shimmering coffee into the clear glass mug. The coffee swirled gently in the light, hints of golden color catching the morning rays. She held it up to the light for him to see, and Ford couldn’t help but lean in a little closer, watching the subtle play of color.

Then Evalin poured in the creamer, and the liquid exploded in a soft, blooming pattern. It spiraled underneath the surface, blending together with the coffee into a soft, gentle blonde. It was like watching a tiny, beautiful eruption, the way the creamer bloomed beneath the surface.

“It’s not magic,” Evalin said with a quiet laugh, as she watched the beautiful fusion. “But... it feels like it.”

Ford thought it was cool to see, but he didn’t fully understand why it brought her so much joy. But when he looked at her, his heart skipped. The smile on her face, so genuine and content, made her look even more beautiful than usual. For a moment, Ford forgot to speak, his eyes lingering on her, caught in the warmth of her smile.

He didn’t even realize he was blushing until Evalin caught his gaze and laughed.

“Woah, you’re blushing!” she said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Ford turned beet red, his face burning as he stammered. “I- I didn’t.... uh..... didn’t mean to-”

Evalin chuckled, clearly enjoying the way his usual composure had completely cracked. “Aww, look at you!” she teased, her smile wide and playful. “How does it feel to be the one blushing, hmm? You must really like me, huh?”

Ford’s face turned even redder, and before he could respond, Evalin’s own cheeks flushed a deep pink. She blinked, suddenly self-conscious about what she had just said. She quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “You always make me blush...” she mumbled under her breath, her voice barely audible.

Ford raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “You’re telling me that now?” he teased back, his voice a little playful despite the pink on his own cheeks.

Evalin quickly turned away, embarrassed, her voice coming out with a shy edge. “Shut up,” she said, but it was more playful than anything else, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked away.

Ford couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable she was, her attempt to brush it off only making her look even cuter. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but it was like a light had switched on, and he found himself even more enchanted by her than before.

Evalin’s face turned red again, and she shook her head, still flustered. “Go sit at the table, you handsome man,” she said with a mock annoyance, her voice suddenly softer, more affectionate. “You’re distracting me.”

Ford grinned, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll go sit.” He raised an eyebrow as he turned toward the table, feeling like a bit of a fool but in the best way possible.

Evalin laughed softly as she set the coffee down, unable to keep the smile off her face as she watched him walk away.

The smell of a hot breakfast soon drifted through the Mystery Shack, causing the rest of Pines family to stir. One by one, they made their way to the table, drawn in by the irresistible aroma. Dipper, rubbing his eyes as he shuffled into the room, slumped down into a seat, still groggy. Mabel followed soon after, looking far more awake, her smile as bright as ever. Stan was the last to join, giving a big stretch before taking his place at the table, ready to enjoy whatever Evalin had cooked up.

Evalin came in from the kitchen, her hands full as she set down a bowl of fluffy scrambled eggs and a large platter of crispy bacon in the middle of the table. Without a word, she quickly ran back to the kitchen to grab more. Meanwhile, the Pines family eagerly filled their plates, adding eggs, bacon, and a generous helping of crispy toast.

Moments later, Evalin returned, carrying a French press filled with freshly brewed coffee, the rich scent of it mingling with the smell of breakfast. She also had a jug of sweetened coffee creamer and a carton of orange juice for Dipper and Mabel. With practiced efficiency, she poured coffee into both Ford’s and Stan’s mugs, her hands moving with ease as she repeated the graceful motions from the morning in the kitchen.

Her fingers danced along the side of the clear mugs, just like before, and the creamer bloomed beautifully in the coffee; soft swirls of cream and rich coffee intertwining in delicate, mesmerizing patterns. Evalin moved quickly to keep it subtle, her actions just quick enough that no one would suspect how much she was enjoying the process, but Ford still noticed. He caught her eye and gave her a soft smile as she handed him his cup.

"Thank you, Evi," he said warmly, his voice holding a trace of appreciation for the gesture.

Stan, meanwhile, was slightly caught off guard. He looked up from his plate when Evalin handed him his mug, and though his usual smug expression was softened, he managed a smile. “Well, thank you, sweetheart,” he said. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than he intended, noticing the subtle glow about her; how calm and content she seemed in that quiet moment. For a brief second, it was almost overwhelming, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

“You are very welcome,” she responded with a sweet smile.

As they start to eat, Ford took his drink of coffee, genuinely surprised on how good it tasted. The flavor was bold and full-bodied, the smoothness of the coffee balanced perfectly with the sweetness of the creamer. It was rich without being overpowering, and somehow, perfectly comforting. It was as if she had crafted the coffee a hundred times before, like a master barista who had perfected her craft. Ford looked over at Evalin, his lips curling into a soft chuckle. “Wow. That’s amazing,” he said, genuinely impressed, his eyes meeting hers with admiration. Stan immediately took a sip after. He leaned back in his chair, grunting low in approval as he took another sip. “Damn. This is real good,” he commented, his voice hushed in surprise. It wasn’t often that something as simple as coffee could impress him, but there was something about this blend that had him hooked. He lifted his mug again, savoring the rich flavor.

Evalin’s heart swelled with pride. She was genuinely happy that they enjoyed it, the sense of fulfillment she felt from sharing something so personal to her with them was enough to make her smile even brighter. She was quiet for a moment, watching them savor the coffee as if it were some kind of small victory for her. “I’m really glad you like it,” she said softly, a quiet sincerity in her voice.

Later, Evalin sat beneath a shady tree near the Shack, completely engrossed in a thick book, her back resting against the rough bark. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled patterns over the pages. She was so lost in reading that she didn’t notice Ford approaching until his shadow stretched across her.

She looked up, blinking in surprise, and he gave her a soft, casual smile. “Evalin,” he said in a low, even tone, keeping his voice just loud enough for her to hear without drawing attention from the twins, who were playing not far off. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a bit of... research. Just a simple outing.”

Evalin’s heart skipped as she caught the hint of something more in his words. He wasn’t just talking about research. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the blush she felt rising, and nodded as calmly as she could manage.

“That sounds... interesting,” she replied softly, hoping her tone matched his subtlety. She glanced briefly at the kids, who were still preoccupied, and added, “I’d be happy to help out.”

Evalin got to her feet, brushing the dust from her clothes before joining Ford, who waited just a few steps ahead. She offered him a shy smile as she caught up, and they began to walk together, falling into a comfortable stride.

But it wasn’t long before Dipper and Mabel spotted them. The twins hurried over, curious expressions on their faces. “Hey, where are you guys going?” Mabel asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Can we come too?”

Evalin’s heart skipped, glancing at Ford with a bit of panic. She wasn’t sure how he’d explain their plan without giving too much away.

Ford hesitated, searching for an excuse. “Ah, well… you see, this outing is, uh... mostly business..... research!” he said, though the words sounded a bit less convincing out loud.

Just then, Stan strolled over, a casual grin on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, having overheard everything. “Research, huh?” he said, casting a glance at Ford with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “That sounds pretty boring, kids. But, you know, the arcade just got a new pinball machine. I was thinking maybe we head over there for the afternoon?”

Dipper and Mabel’s eyes lit up at the idea, and any thoughts of following Ford and Evalin were immediately forgotten.

“Oh, can we?” Mabel asked, practically bouncing in excitement.

Stan grinned and waved them over to the car. “You bet. C’mon, before some other kid hogs all the tokens.”

Ford managed a quiet, grateful nod in Stan’s direction as the kids eagerly piled into the car. Stan shot him a knowing wink, his casual expression belying the fact that he understood exactly what Ford wanted: a bit of time alone with Evalin. And even though Stan didn’t say it, Ford knew he had his brother’s silent approval.

“Go have fun,” Stan said, grinning as he closed the car door. Then, with a final look back, he gave Ford a thumbs-up.

As Stan closed the car door, Ford caught his brother’s eye and, just before Stan turned away, he gave him a sincere, quiet, “Thank you, Stan.”

Stan’s expression softened, and for a moment, he dropped the teasing grin. “Anytime,” he mouthed back through the car window. Then, with a quick, reassuring wink, Stan turned back to the twins, who were already chattering excitedly about the arcade.

Ford watched as the car pulled out, feeling a wave of gratitude. He knew that behind Stan’s usual bluster was a genuine understanding, and he appreciated his brother’s silent support more than he could say.

Turning back to Evalin, he offered her a warm, steady smile. “Ready to go?” he asked softly, and she nodded, her own expression a mix of excitement and shyness as they began their walk together.

They walked side by side through the woods, a gentle quiet settling between them as they enjoyed each other's company, neither feeling the need to fill the silence just yet. Ford found himself glancing at Evalin now and then, admiring the soft smile on her face.

After a while, he broke the silence, his tone light. “Evalin, if you could go anywhere, any place in the world, magical or not, where would you go?”

Evalin looked thoughtful, her gaze drifting upward as she considered his question. After a moment, she answered softly, “The Library of Alexandria. Before it was burned down.”

Ford’s eyes widened in surprise, and a smile tugged at his lips. He hadn’t expected that answer, though somehow, it suited her perfectly. “The Library of Alexandria…” he repeated, letting the words sink in. “I knew you liked to read, but I didn’t realize you were that much of a bookworm.”

She shrugged, a little bashful but with a playful gleam in her eye. “What can I say? Books are probably my oldest friends.”

Ford chuckled, his curiosity growing. “You know, that’s one of the greatest libraries in history,” he said, his voice a mix of admiration and intrigue. “There’s so much ancient knowledge we lost with it. I think I’d want to go there myself.”

Evalin looked at him, eyes bright with excitement. “Can you imagine? The scrolls, the histories, the philosophies… Just getting to touch even one of those texts would be incredible.”

Ford felt a newfound admiration for her, seeing this side of her passion for knowledge. He found himself grinning. “I’d say we’d need more than one visit to take it all in. Maybe we’d even get kicked out for trying to read every single text.”

She laughed softly. “I’d take my chances. There are worse places to get kicked out of.”

Ford chuckled, both of them now fully immersed in imagining the scene. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like this, where the quiet bond between them seemed to grow stronger with every step.

Evalin glanced at Ford, a small, curious smile on her face. “Alright, your turn,” she said, nudging him slightly. “If you could go anywhere, magical or not, where would you go?”

Ford tilted his head, considering her question for a moment, his gaze distant as he let his imagination wander. “I think…” he began, a thoughtful smile spreading across his face, “I’d want to stand at the edge of a newly discovered galaxy; one that hasn’t even been named yet.”

Evalin’s eyes widened slightly, drawn in by his answer. He continued, his voice softening, “I’d like to be close enough to see the stars forming, feel the pull of gravity as it’s shaping planets and suns right before me. To know that I’m witnessing the very beginnings of a world, something no one else has seen. I’d like to see the universe in its rawest form.”

He glanced at her, a touch of wonder in his eyes, as if the thought alone transported him. “There’s something beautiful about seeing something vast, untouched, and unknown. To stand on the edge of it, knowing there are mysteries we still can’t explain…”

Evalin watched him, captivated by his answer and the quiet awe in his voice. She hadn’t expected an answer so poetic, yet it seemed to capture him perfectly: the scientist, the adventurer, the dreamer.

“That’s… incredible,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She could picture him there, standing in the silence of space, his eyes lit with that same curiosity and awe.

Ford gave her a shy smile, as if he’d only just realized how much he’d let her see of his heart. “I guess that’s my idea of discovery. There’s always another frontier,” he said, almost to himself, and Evalin found herself feeling a renewed admiration for the man beside her.

As they walked, Ford reached out, his fingers brushing against hers before wrapping around her hand gently. Evalin’s breath caught, her cheeks warming as she felt his fingers intertwine with hers. The small, simple gesture made her heart race, and she could hardly keep the smile from her face.

She looked down at their joined hands, her blush deepening, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. There was something comforting and right about his hand in hers, the warmth of his palm grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected.

Ford glanced over at her, noticing her shy expression, and his own smile softened. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, as if silently saying that he was right there with her, feeling that same sense of quiet joy.

They continued walking side by side, neither saying a word, just enjoying the closeness and the warmth shared between them. In that moment, the world around them faded, and all that mattered was each other, hand in hand.

As they walked deeper into the forest, Ford kept glancing at Evalin, a quiet smile on his face. She was growing more curious with each step, picking up on his secretive excitement but knowing better than to ask too many questions.

Finally, he led her into a small, sunlit clearing. There, arranged carefully among the rocks and tree branches, was an intricate setup of glass prisms and polished mirrors, all positioned to catch the midday sunlight filtering through the trees.

Ford stepped back, gesturing to the arrangement with a proud grin. "This… is my little rainbow generator," he said, a playful glint in his eye. “I’ve calibrated each prism to refract light at just the right angles. When the sunlight hits them…”

He adjusted a small lens, and as the sunlight aligned, the prisms scattered beams of color everywhere. Bright, vivid rainbows erupted across the forest floor and danced along the tree trunks, illuminating the glade with a spectrum of colors that shimmered and shifted with the wind.

Evalin’s eyes widened, and her face lit up with wonder. She reached out, instinctively trying to touch the colors on the ground, her fingers passing through the light as though it were something she could hold.

"Ford," she murmured, clearly captivated. "This is… it’s like magic.”

Ford chuckled, his eyes never leaving her. “That’s the beauty of science,” he replied softly. “Sometimes it can look like magic.”

She looked up at him, her expression a mix of admiration and awe. “It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ford’s smile softened as he watched her, feeling a warmth that rivaled the sunlight around them. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I made it for you.”

Evalin stood there, her breath caught as the colors swirled and shimmered around her. She had never seen anything quite like it; rainbows, created by nothing more than the clever arrangement of glass and light. It felt… surreal. Like it was something right out of a dream or a tale, and yet it was real, right in front of her.

She turned to Ford, her eyes wide with wonder, but also a hint of uncertainty. "Ford… I never thought I’d see something like this. I didn’t think it was even possible without magic."

Ford watched her reaction with a soft smile. "Yeah, most people don’t," he said, his voice quiet but proud. "It’s all about understanding the way light works. It’s like… nature’s magic, only it’s all science. I’ve spent a long time experimenting with different materials and angles to get this just right."

Evalin frowned slightly, taking in his words. "You mean… you created this with science? No spells, no magic at all?"

"None at all," Ford replied, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Just good old physics. I’ve been working on ways to manipulate light and reflection, trying to make something beautiful without relying on anything supernatural." He motioned to the colorful beams dancing across the forest floor. "It’s all in the science, but the end result looks like magic, doesn’t it?"

Evalin blinked, her head tilting slightly as she tried to wrap her mind around the idea. "I can’t even imagine how that works. I’m so used to seeing magic bend light in certain ways, but this… this is something different."

Ford’s expression softened, and he looked at her with a mix of curiosity and understanding. "That’s the fun part, Evi. I get to show you how the world works in ways that might seem impossible, but they’re all explainable, if you know how to look."

She stared at the swirling light around them, still processing what he was saying. There was something humbling about it; the way something so intricate and stunning could be born from science, a world she didn’t fully understand. "I… don’t think I could ever do this," she admitted quietly. "It’s beyond what I’ve ever been able to do with my magic."

Ford smiled, his gaze kind. "Maybe. But that's why I wanted to show it to you. There’s a whole world of things out here that might seem impossible, and all of them have their own kind of beauty, whether through magic or through science. And maybe," he added with a playful glint, "if you ever wanted to try to learn a little about this world, I’d be happy to teach you."

Evalin laughed softly, a small, self-conscious smile appearing on her lips. "I’m not sure if I could ever grasp it, but…" she hesitated, her fingers twitching, and she looked up at him. "I’d like to try if you are willing to teach me."

Ford’s smile deepened, a little brighter than before, but he didn’t press. Instead, he nodded, stepping back to let her take it all in. "That’s all I can ask for," he said, his voice soft but steady. "And if you ever feel like it, I’ll be right here. I’d love to share more of this with you."

She squeezed his hand, feeling that same warmth she had in the moments before, knowing she might never fully understand his world, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to try.

As they stood there, admiring the vibrant display of colors, Evalin suddenly noticed the rainbows beginning to fade. The once sharp beams of light softened, and the rich hues gradually turned to dull streaks across the ground.

She blinked in confusion, her brow furrowing. "Ford... What’s happening?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of concern. The colors she had been so mesmerized by, seemed to be evaporating, like a dream slipping away.

Ford chuckled softly, sensing her confusion. He stepped closer, pointing upward to the sky, where the sunlight had begun to shift as the day wore on. "It’s just the sun," he said gently. "The position of the sunlight changes throughout the day. When it’s high in the sky, it creates the perfect angle for the prisms to refract the light into those colors. But as the sun moves, the angle changes, and eventually, the effect fades."

Evalin watched as the last of the vibrant light flickered and vanished, replaced by the normal, unbroken light of the forest. She looked back at Ford, a little amazed by the explanation. "So... the light was only perfect for a short time?"

Ford nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Exactly. It's all about timing; finding the right moment when everything aligns just right. It’s one of the things that makes this kind of science so interesting. It’s all about understanding the forces around you, and using them in the right way at the right time."

Evalin mulled over his words, still processing what she had witnessed. "It’s fascinating," she said slowly. "It’s almost like… the world just... works in its own rhythm, and we’re trying to capture a fleeting moment."

Ford smiled at her, impressed by her insight. "That’s exactly it. Sometimes, the beauty of science is that it doesn’t last forever. It’s all about catching those moments and making the most of them. It’s like the perfect storm of light and physics."

Evalin smiled, looking at the fading clearing with new appreciation. "It’s like magic that isn’t really magic," she said, still not quite sure how to describe what she had seen.

Ford’s smile softened as he looked at her, the warmth in his expression showing he was glad to share this with her. "In a way, it’s both," he said. "And if you’re ever curious, we can catch it again. Next time, we’ll make sure we have the perfect angle."

Evalin’s smile widened slightly, a quiet affection forming in her heart as she nodded. "I’d like that," she said, knowing that even if she didn’t fully understand the science behind it, she could still appreciate the moments like this that Ford shared with her.

As they continued their walk through the woods, the quiet hum of nature surrounded them. Ford was lost in the serenity of the moment, his gaze moving from tree to tree. But then, his eyes caught something higher up in the trees, something that piqued his interest.

"Hold on," he said, pausing and squinting at a small object nestled high up in the branches. "That’s strange… I’ve never seen anything quite like that before."

Evalin followed his gaze, tilting her head curiously. "What is it?"

"I’m not entirely sure," Ford replied, his tone almost scientific in its intrigue, "but I’d like to get a closer look. It could be some sort of anomaly in the tree’s growth or something else. I just… can’t quite reach it from here."

Without skipping a beat, Evalin smiled, her eyes twinkling with an almost mischievous glint. "Let me go get it for you." Before Ford could even protest, Evalin was already moving toward the tree, her nimble fingers finding their hold on the rough bark.

Ford blinked, surprised at how easily she scaled the tree, her movements fluid and graceful, as though she had done this countless times before. He reached down to pick up the wide-brimmed witch hat that had fallen from her head as she ascended. Her presence was so natural among the trees, like she belonged there.

"Evalin, wait-" he began to call out, but his words were lost as she quickly reached the branch where the mysterious object lay. She plucked the item from its perch. It was a sparkling crystal apple, its surface gleaming in the sunlight with a soft, otherworldly glow.

With a swift and graceful movement, Evalin descended the tree just as easily as she had climbed it, landing with a soft thud. She straightened up, holding the crystal apple in her hand and handing it to Ford. "Here you go," she said with a smile.

Ford took the crystal apple from Evalin, his eyebrows raised in awe as he turned it over in his hands. "This is incredible," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "I’ve never seen anything like it before. It looks almost... alive, doesn’t it?"

Evalin watched him, equally mesmerized by the way the light seemed to refract through the crystal as she took her hat and threw it back on her head. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice soft with wonder. "I’ve never seen anything like it either. It's beautiful... but also kind of mysterious."

Ford glanced at her, noticing her piqued interest. He smiled and then shifted his focus back to the tree she had just descended from. "Still, I have to ask; how did you climb that tree so easily? I’ve never seen anyone move so fast and fluidly."

Evalin hesitated for a moment, her gaze drifting upward as she considered the question. She didn't want to come off as too boastful, but she could tell Ford was genuinely impressed. She shifted on her feet, trying to play it cool.

"Well, that’s what happens when you’re alone in the woods for fourteen years."

Ford froze, staring at her. His eyes widened slightly as the weight of her words sank in. "Fourteen years? Alone… in the woods?" His voice softened with a mix of surprise and concern, the question hanging in the air between them. "Evalin, that’s… that’s a long time. What happened?"

Evalin’s heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t meant to say it like that, not like it was an offhand remark. The sudden realization that she had revealed a piece of her past left her feeling vulnerable. She shifted on her feet, looking away from him for a moment.

"I… it’s not something I usually talk about," she murmured, her voice quiet, almost to herself. "But I suppose it’s time, isn’t it?"

Ford’s expression softened, the concern and curiosity in his gaze now replaced with patience. "If you’re comfortable sharing, I’m here to listen. You don’t have to explain it all at once, though. Just… when you’re ready."

Evalin hesitated for a long moment, her eyes tracing the ground, the weight of her past pressing down on her shoulders. Maybe it was time to open up to him. But even as she considered telling him everything, a small part of her still feared what it would mean. Would he understand?

The quiet pressure of the woods around them seemed to hold her in place, her thoughts swirling.

Ford watched her carefully, sensing the weight of the moment as Evalin seemed to gather herself before speaking. She looked distant, almost lost in the memories that had just resurfaced, but Ford gave her space, knowing that this was something personal and difficult for her to open up about.

Evalin leaned back against the tree, her gaze drifting toward the sky as she began, her voice calm and steady. "When I was sixteen, my parents passed away," she said simply. "We weren’t close. Honestly, they were barely in my life. They left me some money, though. Enough to do what I wanted."

She glanced at Ford briefly, offering him a faint smile. "What I wanted was to get away. I bought a stretch of woods, moved out there, and didn’t look back."

Ford’s expression softened, his curiosity clear as he tilted his head. "The woods? That’s a pretty big step. What made you choose that?"

Evalin shrugged lightly, her tone carrying no bitterness, only quiet acceptance. "People didn’t like me much. They were... afraid of me, I guess. Thought I was strange or dangerous." Her lips twitched into a wry smile. "So I figured, if being around people wasn’t going to work, I’d find somewhere else. Somewhere quiet."

She paused, her gaze lowering as if reflecting on a memory. "The woods were perfect. No one there to judge me. No one to explain myself to. It was just me and the world around me. And I didn’t mind it. Not at all."

Evalin’s voice grew softer, almost wistful. "It was peaceful, in a way. I learned a lot about myself out there. What I liked, what I didn’t, what I needed to live and what I didn’t. I didn’t have anyone else to turn to, so I became my own person. And... that was enough."

Ford watched her closely, his chest tightening at her quiet resilience. He opened his mouth to speak, but she continued, her tone growing lighter.

"I had a garden," she said, a faint smile spreading across her lips. "Grew just about everything I needed. And when I couldn’t grow something, I foraged.”

Evalin’s voice softened as she continued. "I wasn’t entirely on my own out there. The fae... they made sure of that. I guess you could say we had an understanding. They didn’t show themselves, but they knew I was there to protect the land��and by extension, them."

Ford glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. "They helped you? How?"

Evalin smiled faintly, her gaze distant as though recalling the quiet moments of their connection. "They left me food. Always just enough to make sure I’d never go hungry. It would appear overnight, neatly arranged by the edge of the woods. Fresh berries, wild vegetables, nuts, sometimes even bread or honey. It wasn’t what you’d expect from nature. It was... deliberate. Thoughtful."

Her voice grew a little softer, tinged with wonder. "It was their way of taking care of me. Protecting their protector, I guess."

Ford’s brows furrowed, his scientific mind trying to piece together something so deeply magical. "Bread and honey? That’s not exactly wild foraging."

Evalin chuckled, the sound warm but wistful. "No, it’s not. I think they wanted me to know they were watching, that they appreciated what I was doing for them. And... maybe they knew I needed it. The land could only provide so much on its own, and they made sure I never had to go without."

She paused, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she met Ford’s gaze. "I know it sounds strange, but it didn’t feel like charity. It felt... like I belonged. Like we were looking out for each other."

Ford’s expression softened, his voice thoughtful. "It doesn’t sound strange at all. It sounds like they trusted you, maybe even cared for you in their own way."

Evalin’s lips curved into a small smile, her voice turning a little lighter. "Maybe. Or maybe they just didn’t want me keeling over from hunger before I could scare off the village teenagers. Either way, it worked out."

Ford chuckled, but there was warmth in his eyes as he studied her. "You really have a way of forming alliances in the most unexpected places."

Evalin shrugged, her smile growing. "What can I say? I’m full of surprises."

Her expression grew more serious as she added, "Of course, there were other times when I had to defend myself."

Ford straightened slightly, his concern slipping through. "Defend yourself? Against what?"

She shrugged, her voice steady and matter-of-fact. "Animals, wanderers who didn’t know the rules, and things I couldn’t always explain. The woods had their dangers, but I learned how to handle them." Her gaze met his, calm and confident. "I know how to fight, Ford. I can protect myself."

Ford glanced at her, his brow lifting slightly. His expression shifted to something warm, almost amused. "Well, I’m sure you’ll never need to fight again," he said lightly. "I’ve had my fair share of fights, you know. But as long as I’m around, you won’t need to worry about any of that. I’ll take care of it for you."

Evalin’s steps slowed, her fingers flexing against the straps of her bag. She tilted her head slightly, casting him a sidelong glance. "You’re serious?" she asked, her tone light but carrying just the faintest edge of incredulity.

Ford chuckled, clearly missing the flicker of something beneath her words. "I’ve handled plenty of dangerous situations before," he said, his voice easy and confident. "You’d be surprised what I can manage."

Evalin’s lips twitched into a smile, and she let out a soft laugh. "Well, don’t tempt me," she said smoothly, nudging him lightly with her elbow. "I’ve got a whole bag of tricks, Ford. Some literal, some not."

Ford laughed, his gaze flicking toward her, the faintest glint of challenge in his eyes. "I’ll keep that in mind," he said with a grin. "You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?"

"Wouldn’t you like to know," Evalin replied, her voice laced with teasing warmth as she quickened her pace slightly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

As they walked, Evalin kept her gaze ahead, the sunlight filtering through the trees casting dappled shadows over the path. But Ford’s words stayed with her. You’ll never need to fight again.

It wasn’t a promise she had ever heard before, and it unsettled her in a way she didn’t fully understand. Fighting wasn’t something she dreaded; it was a part of her life, a part of her strength. The idea of someone stepping in to shield her, no matter how well-intentioned, felt... strange. Wrong, even.

She looked away for a second, then returned her gaze to Ford, her lips curling into a teasing smile.

"Well, Ford, I’m sure you have a few tricks up your sleeve," she said, a touch of mischief in her voice. "But I think I’ll still be keeping a few of my own. I’ve got a whole world of magic to play with, after all."

Ford chuckled, clearly not offended. "Fair enough," he said with a wink. "But I’ll still be around, just in case you need backup. I won’t let anything happen to you."

The air between them softened, and Evalin felt her heart flutter a little.

"Guess I’ll just have to make sure I keep you on your toes, then," Evalin teased lightly, trying to mask the strange fluttering in her chest.

Ford laughed, clearly enjoying their banter, and with a playful shrug, he said, "You’ll have to try harder than that."

As they continued their walk, the air growing cooler and the golden hues of the sunset painting the sky, Evalin’s hand stayed comfortably in Ford’s. They walked in peaceful silence, the occasional breeze ruffling their hair, but it didn’t feel awkward. There was something reassuring about just being in each other’s presence.

Soon, they arrived at the cliffs where they had gathered the phoenix feathers before. The familiar path to the clearing required some climbing, but Evalin was quick to ascend, moving with a natural grace. Ford followed her, both amused and impressed by how effortlessly she scaled the rocks.

When they reached the top, the view of the clearing below was breathtaking, the fading light casting a soft glow over the scene.

To Evalin’s surprise, there was already a blanket neatly spread out in the center of the clearing. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight. "Ford, did you...?" She trailed off, caught off guard by the setup.

Ford gave her a slight grin, shrugging as though it was no big deal. "I figured we’d need somewhere to sit. It’s not much, but I thought it’d be more comfortable than the rocks."

Evalin blinked, impressed by his forethought. "I wasn’t expecting you to be the type to think ahead like this," she said with a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But it’s nice."

Ford smiled, his gaze softening as he watched her reaction. "I figured you deserved something nice." He motioned to the blanket, a little embarrassed but clearly pleased she liked it.

Evalin let out a quiet breath, clearly touched. "Thank you, Ford," she said sincerely.

She moved to sit on the blanket, but then, of course, she did what she did best. She pulled out her bag of holding, and began pulling out an assortment of pillows, quickly transforming the space into a cozy little nest.

Ford couldn’t help but chuckle as she fussed with the pillows, her focus intense as she made sure everything was just right. "I see you’re not one for simplicity," he teased, a smile tugging at his lips. "You really do know how to make a place feel like home."

Evalin shot him a sheepish grin as she fluffed another pillow. "I like comfort," she admitted, clearly making herself at ease.

Ford watched her, his heart swelling with affection. It was such a simple thing, but there was something so endearing about how she made even the smallest moments feel special.

Evalin settled herself into the pile of pillows, making sure everything was just right before she patted the space beside her, a playful glint in her eyes. "Come on," she teased, motioning for Ford to join her.

Ford hesitated for a moment, a sheepish smile on his face. "I’m not sure how well I’ll fit in all this." He chuckled nervously as he tried to make himself comfortable beside her, fumbling slightly as he tried to find a spot among the soft pillows.

Evalin smirked at his struggles, clearly enjoying the moment, but eventually, Ford managed to settle in, his head resting on one of the pillows and his body side by side with hers.

As the last remnants of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, the coolness of the evening crept in. The sky above deepened into a rich velvet, and the first stars of the night began to twinkle softly. Evalin and Ford lay there together, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined as they pointed out constellations to each other.

"This one," Ford said, his voice warm with the familiar comfort of the moment, "is Orion. It’s one of my favorites. It’s one of the easiest to spot, too."

Evalin followed his finger, a soft smile on her lips as she studied the sky. "It’s beautiful," she whispered.

Evalin’s gaze drifted upward, tracing the stars scattered across the velvet sky. Just as she was about to point out another constellation, the heavens seemed to shift. A soft shimmer of green and pink stretched across the sky, dancing like waves in a cosmic sea. The aurora borealis unfurled above them, its ethereal glow illuminating the clearing in faint, otherworldly hues.

Her breath caught. "What... what is that?" she whispered, awe threading through her voice.

Ford turned his head slightly, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement. "Aurora borealis," he said, his voice soft but matter-of-fact. "It’s part of the weirdness of Gravity Falls. A place that makes the impossible possible."

Evalin stared, the colors reflecting in her wide eyes. "I never thought I’d see it," she murmured. Her voice carried a sense of wonder, but there was also something deeper; something she didn’t quite know how to name. "It’s beautiful."

Ford tilted his head toward her, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her expression. The aurora painted her features in shifting tones of green and pink, making her look almost luminous. "I’m glad I could show it to you," he said softly. There was warmth in his tone, a quiet sincerity that made her chest tighten.

Evalin shifted slightly on the blanket, turning to face him more fully. The space between them felt charged, alive with something she couldn’t put into words. Her heart thudded in her chest, an uneven rhythm that echoed in her ears. She hadn’t planned this, hadn’t even thought of it before now, but the thought of letting the moment slip away felt unbearable.

Her fingers brushed against his, a tentative, fleeting touch. Ford’s hand turned instinctively, his fingers intertwining with hers as his gaze flicked to hers. The soft glow of the aurora reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the entire universe had shrunk to the small space between them.

Evalin’s breath hitched. She hesitated, her eyes searching his as if looking for some unspoken answer. When she leaned in, it was slow, tentative, the distance closing inch by inch. She could feel the warmth of his breath, grounding her in the moment.

When their lips finally met, the world seemed to still. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle, unspoken question. Ford’s hand moved to her cheek, his touch warm and steady as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss just enough for her to feel his quiet intensity. The aurora above them shimmered in time with the electric pulse racing through her veins.

Evalin’s free hand found its way to his shoulder, fingers curling lightly as if anchoring herself. His presence was steady and solid, a grounding warmth in the cool night air. The kiss deepened naturally, a shared moment that felt both fragile and infinite.

When they finally pulled apart, the world seemed to return in fragments: the soft hum of the forest, the chill of the air brushing against her skin, the faint rustle of the blanket beneath them. Evalin lingered close, her forehead almost touching his as she tried to steady her breathing.

Ford was the first to speak, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "I should show you the aurora more often," he said, a faint, playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Evalin laughed softly, her breath ghosting against his cheek as she shook her head. "Shut up," she whispered, though her voice held nothing but warmth. Without thinking, she leaned in again, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was slower this time, more certain.

In that moment, everything else faded: the stars, the aurora, the chill of the air. All that mattered was the way he held her, his hand still cradling her cheek, and the quiet rhythm of their hearts beating in time.

The walk back to the shack was peaceful, the quiet of the night enveloping them like a soft blanket. They moved through the forest in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. When they reached the house, the realization of how late it had gotten hit them both.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV, the sound of its gentle hum filling the air. Dipper and Mabel were curled up together on the couch, their faces peaceful in sleep, blankets and pillows strewn around them like a cozy nest. Stan was slouched in his chair, snoring lightly, his arm hanging over the side as he slept soundly.

Ford and Evalin smiled at the sight, careful not to make a sound as they moved through the house. They tiptoed quietly, sneaking past the living room, sharing amused glances.

When they reached Evalin’s door, Ford turned to her with a soft smile, a small joke tugging at his lips. “Well, here’s our stop,” he said gently, his voice warm and playful.

Evalin giggled, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Thank you for such a wonderful day, Ford.”

He cupped her face, his thumb lightly brushing her cheek, and leaned in to give her one final kiss of the night. It was soft, lingering, as if both of them didn’t want it to end.

“Good night, Evi,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

“Good night, Ford,” she replied, her heart fluttering in her chest.

Evalin stepped into her room, smiling at him one last time as the door seemed to close on its own, sliding shut gently behind her.

Ford caught sight of Evalin as the door closed, just in time to see her throw herself onto the bed with a little squeal, giddy from the evening's events. Her joy, the way she let herself feel it so freely, made Ford’s heart flutter unexpectedly. He stood there for a moment, watching her, before the door clicked shut completely.

With a soft sigh, he turned and made his way to his own room. As he lay in bed, his mind replayed the moments of the day over and over again: the kisses, the shared laughter, the way she made him feel... a sense of warmth and something deeper blooming between them. He couldn't help but smile as he lay there, the memories of the day still vivid in his mind, knowing that this was only the beginning of something even more wonderful.

<< Chapter 1 // < Chapter 11 // Chapter 13 >

[lovecraft-oc-and-canon-ask]

By evening you began to feel a certain anxiety, which, however, came more from inside your consciousness than from outside. For the past few weeks, your dreams have been heavy, filled with chaotically changing nightmare visions. Day after day, you convinced yourself that it was just fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't have stayed up late reading those strange books. Perhaps they shouldn't have even been opened.

This time everything was different. The bright but chaotic images from your dreams that night seemed especially meaningful. It was as if you were playing according to someone else's script, compiled by someone beyond your understanding.

At some point, the plot of the dream ended abruptly, as if it had been cut with a sharp razor.

You find yourself in a black, almost tangible void. Gradually, the space around you, the capacity of which you could not fully comprehend, for one reason or another, began to fill with smoke, spreading across the invisible floor. There was no need to breathe in your sleep, but if you did, you would smell the intoxicating aroma of incense, but you would hardly be able to distinguish what exactly it reminds you of.

It seems that the blackness is beginning to thicken right in front of you, if that is possible. You're not sure. Its outlines take shape. A tall, dark silhouette, he distorts the very space around him. Clouds of terribly dense smoke that block out light obscure his features. But not for long. You don’t feel fear, rather a bad feeling, as if what is happening is calling to some kind of internal memory. Something almost at the level of instincts suggests that this event will divide your further existence into “before” and “after”. If, of course, such concepts exist at all.

While you are thinking about this, images flash before your eyes like a giant kaleidoscope. Lifeless black rocks, painfully bright desert sands, a triple burning eye, a strange mechanical device crackling with electricity, a peaceful cityscape drowning in the gold of sunset rays, a wax mask, a box with strange drawings that were unlike anything you had ever seen before, darkness, darkness, darkness...

After a moment or a century, each asymmetrical part of the fragmentary images takes on a single form.

His features become surprisingly... human. The majestic face, which evokes in your memory associations with the images of ancient pharaohs immortalized in stone, seems deathly beautiful to you.

And then his lips break into a smile and he speaks.

-Greetings, dreamer! You are a curious creature, and I see it... The voice is deep, but not without an inviting softness. It seems to you that it sounds from everywhere and from nowhere at the same time.

-You are a soul wandering alone through space, exploring the endless mysteries of reality. I came to you in your dreams to guide you along your destined path through the endless labyrinths of the universe.

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[hoonsuniverse]

The Feeling When (TFW)

05 - i got an idea

in the cozy confines of jaeyun’s apartment, the air was thick with the sweet aroma of cannabis as four friends settled in for a relaxed evening. jaeyun, the host with a penchant for creating chill atmospheres, had dimmed the lights just enough to cast a warm glow over the room. heeseung lounged on the couch, while jongseong sprawled out on the floor, tapping out rhythms with his fingers. sunghoon, perched on the windowsill, gazed out at the city lights below with a contemplative expression.

“so, what’s new with everyone?” jaeyun asked, taking a drag from the joint before passing it to sunghoon.

heeseung shrugged nonchalantly, his fingers dancing over his thigh. “same old, same old. work’s been hectic, but I can’t complain.”

jongseong chuckled softly. “i’ve been trying to get into cooking more. been experimenting with some crazy recipes.”

sunghoon turned away from the window, a playful grin spreading across his face. “i’ve been learning how to skateboard. watch out, i might go pro.”

jaeyun laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in the room. “that i’ve got to see. just don’t break any bones, okay?”

their conversation meandered through topics both profound and lighthearted. they shared stories from their past week—funny anecdotes from work, moments of reflection, and plans for the upcoming weekend. each exhale of smoke seemed to carry with it a sense of camaraderie and understanding that only years of friendship could cultivate.

as the night deepened, their voices softened to a comfortable murmur. they drifted from one topic to another, discussing everything from movies they had recently watched to philosophical questions that had been lingering in the back of their minds.

sunghoon, ever the dreamer, posed a question that sparked a thoughtful discussion. “if you could live in any time period, past or future, when would it be?”

jongseong leaned backwards, now resting against the couch. “i think i’d go to the 70s. the music scene back then was unreal.”

heeseung nodded in agreement. “i’d love to see what the world is like a hundred years from now. imagine the technology.”

jaeyun pondered for a moment before speaking. “i’d go back to my childhood, just to experience that innocence and wonder again before all the pressure.”

sunghoon smiled softly, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “i’d go back to ancient times, see how civilizations were built from scratch.”

their imaginations soared as they painted vivid pictures of different eras and cultures. they delved into hypothetical scenarios and shared their hopes and aspirations for the future. time seemed to stretch and contract around them, creating a bubble where the worries of the outside world faded into insignificance.

as the first hints of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, they realized how quickly the night had slipped away. yawns and stretches replaced animated conversation, and they exchanged sleepy goodnights before heading home, carrying with them the warmth of shared moments and the promise of another gathering just like this one.

in the quiet aftermath of their departure, jaeyun lingered in his apartment, reflecting on the bonds that tied them together. the night had been simple yet profound, a testament to the enduring power of friendship and the beauty of moments spent in good company.

as he finally settled into bed, the echoes of their laughter and the lingering scent of cannabis wrapped around him like a comforting embrace. In that peaceful moment before sleep claimed him, jaeyun felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the friends who had become like family, and for nights like these that reminded him of life’s simple joys.

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[notsafeforlunch]

Unexpected Twists - Liv and Ash.

TW: emeto, sickness. This is my first published sickfic, I hope you like it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sunset lights cast a warm glow over the town as Asher drove towards the local cinema. A random Wednesday night had turned into an impromptu movie date for him and Olivia and they chatted animatedly about the film they were about to see, the excitement mirrored in the sparkle of their eyes and the shared laughter. 

Asher, with his enthusiasm for special effects, shared his anticipation for the stunning visuals that the movie had been so popular for. Olivia, the romantic dreamer, eagerly talked about the potential love story woven into the narrative. They shared a brief, affectionate look, the promise of a day filled with enchantment unfolding before them.

He parked the car near the cinema entrance, and as soon as they got out of the vehicle, the aroma of buttered popcorn wafted through the air, igniting their senses. Olivia couldn't help but nudge Asher playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I can already taste that popcorn. Let's get a huge tub to share, okay?" "I wouldn't want it any other way, babe" he said, placing a kiss on top of her head, effortlessly, due to the height gap between them, as they strolled hand in hand towards the line of the concession stand, where they  exchanged fondlings until it was their time to order. A colossal bucket of popcorn to share, accompanied by a large coke for each. 

Finding their seats in the dimly lit theater, they settled in. The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the movie, and they snuggled into their seats, eager for the cinematic adventure to unfold.

The movie transported the audience into a mystical realm filled with towering castles, lush landscapes, and mythical creatures. The special effects were nothing short of spectacular, captivating viewers from the first frame. Liv looked up to see Asher eyes sparkling, because she just couldn't handle how sweet he looked, amazed by something she knew he liked so much. He pulled her closer, when he noticed her loving eyes towards him

The breathtaking landscapes and thrilling action sequences were punctuated by moments of genuine emotion. Olivia, realizing she hadn't eaten since lunch, dug into the popcorn with newfound enthusiasm. The crunching sounds filled the quiet moments of the film as she devoured the popcorn.

"SO delicious!" she whispered to him, rolling her eyes with pleasure, licking her own buttery fingertips. "Don't you want some?" Asher chuckled, accepting the popcorn. "Thanks, Liv. You really know how to enjoy your snacks."

Throughout the film, Olivia and Asher couldn't help but share other whispered comments and excited glances about the scenes. The chemistry between the main characters sparked a sense of awe and admiration, mirroring the connection Olivia and Asher felt in their own lives.

However, as the movie progressed, Liv's initial excitement gave way to an unexpected sensation. A subtle discomfort crept into the pit of her stomach, causing her to shift uneasily in her seat. At first, it was a gentle flutter, an inconspicuous whisper of discomfort that she attempted to brush off, determined not to ruin the day for Asher.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting the angle of her legs and fidgeting with the straw of her Coke. As the minutes passed, the sensation morphed into a persistent knot, tightening with each passing moment and a feeling of uncomfortable warmth growing bigger and bigger. Olivia discreetly pressed her hand against her stomach, hoping the pressure would alleviate the growing unease.

Beside her, Asher noticed something was off. "Liv, everything okay?" he asked with concern etched across his face. Forcing a smile, she nodded. "Yeah, just a little off. Shouldn't have eaten so much popcorn so fast. But don't worry, I'm fine." Unconvinced, Asher reached for her hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles. Olivia welcomed the gesture, hoping the gentle touch would quell the rising discomfort. Yet, the uneasy sensation persisted, growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Attempting to distract herself, she turned her attention back to the movie, but the queasiness persisted. The vibrant colors on the screen seemed to blur as her focus wavered. Feeling a subtle dizziness, she stretched her neck, hoping to alleviate the tension that had crept into her muscles.

"Are you sure you're okay, boo?" Olivia was thankful for Asher's caring nature, but remained adamant. "I'm fine, Ash, really. Let's just enjoy the movie. It'll pass."

Asher couldn't shake off his concern, sensing something was amiss. "Is it really just your stomach or is there something else?" From the rapidly changing lights and colors in the room, he couldn't tell for sure, but Olivia's face looked a little pale. "I don't know, I feel kinda hot." She confessed, despite her extremities; hands and feet; seemed colder than ever. Concerned, Asher touched her face, as if checking for a fever. His touch felt warmer and drier than her skin, which led her to conclude that she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Let's go home." he said, preparing to move. "No! It's the middle of the movie, what are you thinking?" she answered, reaching for his arm to keep him from standing up. He nodded, taking a deep breath. "If you're doing it because of me, don't worry, Liv. I'd rather take you home than have you suffer through this. We can come back and watch the movie another time." She held his hand once more: "It will pass. I promise. If it doesn't, I'll let you know and we can go."

In a final attempt to distract herself, Olivia took a sip of Asher's coke, hoping the effervescence might settle her stomach. Yet, the sensation of nausea persisted, growing more pronounced and impossible to ignore. Minutes later, a wave of lightheadedness washed over her, and she subtly gripped the armrests of her seat.

She could hear the people laughing from a funny scene, but couldn't even tell what the funny line was. She had her eyes closed, trying to focus on her breathing, but nothing seemed to help.

Feeling the onset of an unwelcome ordeal, Olivia finally turned to Asher with a defeated expression and a tearful tone: "Babe, I'm so sorry, but I really don't feel well now. I think we should go."

Quick as an arrow, Asher stood up, completely ignoring the fact that people in the back rows might have a partially impaired view of the screen. "Come here, let's get you home." he stretched out his hands towards his girlfriend to help her stand. "Can you walk?" Asher asked, willing to carry her if necessary. "Yeah, yeah, let's just… go."

As they made their way out of the dimly lit movie theater, the hallway's bright lights felt harsh against Olivia's sensitive eyes. The unease in her stomach had escalated, and a subtle dizziness had turned into a disorienting sway. Asher, then, wrapped a supportive arm around her, steadying her as they navigated through the bustling crowd.

With each step, Olivia leaned on her loving boyfriend, appreciating his strength and stability. 

Reaching the car, Asher opened the passenger door and gently guided Liv into the seat. He leaned the seat backward, allowing her to recline a bit, hoping it would provide some relief. Olivia sighed, grateful for the gesture, and closed her eyes, attempting to find comfort in the darkness behind her eyelids.

"How does that make you feel? Better or worse?" He inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Olivia took a moment to assess the change. The reclined seat offered a brief reprieve from the overwhelming discomfort, but the underlying unease persisted. She managed a faint smile and answered: "A little better, thanks. I think I just need a moment."

"I'm right here." He said. The subtle hum of the car engine and the distant chatter from the cinema's exit created a cocoon of tranquility around them. Some minutes later, she exclaimed: "I think I can make it home now, babe. Please." 

With that, Asher put the seatbelt on her, closed the passenger door, walked around to the driver's side, and started the car. The engine's purr filled the air as they began the journey home.

"Oh no!" Liv exclaimed, minutes later, feeling the swaying motion of the car bringing all her nausea back. She clutched her stomach, a desperate attempt to contain the heaves. Asher glanced at her with concern, his focus momentarily shifting from the road. "What 's wrong?"

Liv forced herself to sit up, despite the reclined seat and the rattling of the car over a bumpy street, pressing her lips together, unable to answer, determined to avoid any embarrassing moments in the confined space of the car. Asher kept asking multiple times what was wrong, trying to focus on both her and the road. Her hand fumbled around the interior of the car and the front door pocket, looking for a plastic bag. With a quick glance at the glove compartment, she reached for it and opened it in haste, but couldn't find anything there.

"Babe, talk to me. What do you need? Are you going to throw up?"

She nodded weakly, unable to muster the strength to speak.The swaying of the car combined with the bumpy street had pushed her to her limit, and she desperately tried to keep everything under control.

"Damn, there's nowhere to stop." Ash said to himself, desperately hoping to pull over so his girl could relieve herself. Responding swiftly, with a mix of urgency and determination, he managed to reach his arm back to the floor of the back seats, grabbing a small shopping bag that he knew had been left there.. Liv was now in full distress, her face turning green and her groans getting louder.

"Here" he said, handing it to Liv.

She gratefully accepted the bag, relief washing over her face. In a swift motion, she positioned the bag just in time as her body gave in to the nausea.

The quiet confines of the car were abruptly shattered by a series of guttural sounds. Just when Olivia thought she couldn't endure it any longer, the next wave hit with a force that nearly sent her sprawling. A surge of stomach-churning heaves expelled a much larger volume, her belly contracting.

Each heave was a forceful expulsion, leaving Liv feeling momentarily weightless before the next wave hit. The cramps in her belly tightened and released in sync with the violent contractions, creating a relentless rhythm of discomfort. Gasps for breath punctuated the symphony, revealing the toll the ordeal was taking on her.

"Oh my God, finally."  Finally spotting a quieter side road, Asher made a swift turn, the car coming to a stop. He opened the door by his side and jumped out the car, running to the other side and opening Liv's door as well. "I'm so sorry, baby girl." he said, caressing her back, his heart breaking for seeing her in such suffering.

The involuntary burps that followed each heave only added to the disconcerting symphony of bodily functions. Nothing was coming out anymore, but she had her face positioned in the center of the opened bag, now filled with body fluids and pieces of undigested corn husk.

Olivia, then, felt a surge of terrible remorse. The weight of embarrassment and vulnerability settled heavily upon her, and she avoided meeting Asher's gaze for a moment.

On the other hand, his eyes softened, reflecting not judgment but a compassionate understanding. "Can I do something for you? Maybe get you some water?" she shook her head. "Let me throw this away." Ash asked for the plastic bag, afraid that the sight from the inside could make Liv even sicker.

She then led the gross bag to him and he walked a few steps far to throw it away in a toter cart in front of a house nearby.

"Hey, are you crying?" he asked, noticing that she was sobbing, both hands covering her face, when he came back. "No, no, babe. You're scaring me. Why do you cry?"

His face shifted from concern to a deeper worry, gently reaching for her hands, urging her to lower them.

"I... I don't know. I'm just embarrassed, and I hate that this happened. It 's so gross. I am sorry, Ash. I ruined our movie date."

Asher's expression softened with relief. He was genuinely scared that her crying had something to do with the sickness, terrified of the idea that she could be in pain.

"You didn't ruin anything, Livy, none of this is your fault. You can't blame yourself for being sick." he gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek "I care about you, more than anything. More than about a little mess in the car or a movie that I can still watch afterwards. Ok? Don't be sorry."

Olivia nodded, appreciating the reassurance and compassion in her partner's words.

"My real concern now is… do I have to take you to a hospital? Call your parents? Has it ever happened to you before?"

He wanted to know, feeling that this episode had been more than just an upset stomach thing.

"I've had a blood pressure drop once, back home. It just wasn't as bad as today, but my eyesight got blurry and I threw up in the shower" she said, remembering the last time she felt bad "Argh! It was gross, too. It doesn't require a doctor, though. And calling my parents would only make them worry, so I think… Just take me home, Ash. You've done enough for me for a lifetime."

Asher understood Liv's reluctance to involve her parents or seek medical help, but he also felt the need to ensure her safety. "I know you just want to rest, after everything, but I can't just leave you alone" He then proposed an alternative. "So, you either come to my house, so I can keep a closer eye on you, or I stay the night at your place to be with you in case something happens. What's your choice?"

Liv, a bit taken aback by the prospect of spending the night alone with her relatively new boyfriend, felt a sudden surge of anxiety. The idea of such intimacy in their fledgling relationship made her slightly rigid.

"Nothing that you don't want is going to happen. I promise." He said, touching her hand "I know we planned a special night for our first night together, but we can still have it, another day. Tonight we're only going to rest."

Asher's calming words and considerate approach helped to ease Liv's nerves. She took a deep breath, appreciating his genuine concern and the sincerity in his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. "Okay, let's go to your place then. Thank you."

With a reassuring smile, he walked back to the driver's seat and started the car, their destination now determined. 

The unexpected turn of events had brought about a new level of intimacy in their relationship, proving that even in the face of challenges, love and care would be the foundation of their journey together.

"You know what? I think we're doing it right." Ash said, looking at her with a fond look, as she asked: "Why so?"

"In sickness and in health. The vow has to start somewhen..."

He then blinked one of the eyes in her direction, guiding the car with one hand and pulling the other one to her tights. "...And for us, it might have started today."

[courier-roku]

Favorite Colour

Summary:

Everything about him reminds Solas of her

Or

Solas being weird about Rook because he pines Lavellan.

Tags under post:

The Lighthouse has a small office area connected to a bedroom of a particular member of the Veilguards, the small study has a doorless balcony, looking over the ever-changing sky and a view down at the Courtyard. Solas visited this part of the Lighthouse often, almost a habit in fact.

"Good Morning Fen."

As if on cue, a dark haired man dressed only in their purple sleeping robe entered, a hand over his mouth as he yawn, holding a mug in his other hand. The smell of faint floral aroma in the air as the man approached him.

Solas looked to the side, to the man's face especially. He is not used to put a face on Rook, now that they had revealed his face to the whole team. Even shocking Varric and the Scout.

The man, Rook looked older than his years. Handsome, yet drawn and haggard just like what Solas assumed if the man's father is in his 30s. His short dark hair is a fluffy mess, the slightly pointy ears almost covered by it, he just woken up after all. Faint red paint job streak across his face. There are visible dark spot, bags under his eyes, Rook has been giving it all to help him, and sleep is luxury he couldnt afford at times.

"Good Morning, Rook." Solas replied "Did you have a good night sleep? " The elf asked, more as a small talk. Rook leaned against the railing, resting his elbows as his lips touched the edge of the mug. His eyes looking out the horizon, cheeks slightly puffed as a smile formed above the edge of the ceramic after drinking. "I had never experienced something like that before, is that what dreamers experience in their sleep?" Rook asked, his voice coming out gruffly. "More or less, being in the Lighthouse might have effected your focus." Solas replied, Rook nodded in understanding. For the elf, this scene is all too familiar to him, green eyes bright as the Fade staring at him amazed, her cheeks would flush from being embarrassed for being childishly excited about dreaming lucidly.

Rook reacted mostly the same, yet in a calmer manner, it is more of the man's ego than anything, but he does seems genuinely grateful. Some mages think dreams arent the most comforting thing to look up to every night, Rook is the same as them.

"I do apologize, i didnt know you reacted strongly of my presence during your slumber." Rook let out a small chuckle, retracted the mug from his lips as he faced Solas "Countless dreams of demons, i would strike immediately given the chance." The man rubbed his thumbs gently on the side of mug "Thank you for restraining yourself then." When Rook away once again, Solas kept his gaze on the human-half elf to be exact, mind wandered but fixated on one thing.

Everything about Rook reminded him of her

When Rook and him are on bad terms at first, he didnt think there could be something between them, regardless if it is friendship or fondness towards the human.

Because he is so much like her.

At first it was the way the man in forced to use other than his blade, the way he slamed the greatsword and would kick the enemies as before recovering, It is a rusty move, but it is a learned one. She is always been a curious person, and so did he. He is a gentle soul, trying his best to save everyone, so did she.

The elf might have been reaching, but there is a a feeling in his gut. And it was proven when he finally put a face on the silver helmet. He saw someone else, yes- he looked like so much like his father, and Rook barely looked like her. But he is hers, because she said so.

She looked at her child, glossy eyes with visible wrinkles under it. Her prosthetic hand cupped the human's cheek, the same look Solas saw when she mourns the loss of her lover, guilt aching her very soul. The elf wished he could comfort her the way he wanted to, but who is he to her? Rook's strong reaction to him could be considered one of the few version she could have reacted to seeing him again. Rook spats, hate in his gaze, Rook only respected him because Varric told him to get along with Solas. To not further complicate things, but that is all in the past.

"Something wrong, Solas?"Solas blinked, he didnt realize he is out of it for a while, the elf noticed how Rook looked at him, red bright eyes staring at him worriedly.

"No matter da'len. Since i am here, would you like to discuss something?" Rook straighten his body, retracted from the railings "Wait, hold on lets talk in the courtyard, i want to show you something." Solas watched as Rook patted his shoulder before setting down his mug on the desk, quickly making his way to his bedroom.

The elf looked out the balcony, tint of green under the artificial sky. It is his favorite colour.

[rom-e-o]

One Breakfast At A Time -Modern!AU (Costance/Ebenezer) (Minific)

Morning light, diffused by the early morning clouds into a rosy glow that draped across London like a diaphanous net, seeped through the curtains. Ebenezer Scrooge, very much alert but moving the speed of molasses, inched out of his lover’s embrace without waking her, unwinding himself from the tangle or arms and bedsheets.

Constance DoGoode, his girlfriend of half a year, snoozed happily, smiling against her pillow as she turned away from the rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

She hugged the stuffed, silk-covered pillow beneath her head, auburn hair cascading down the milky fabric in waves of molten copper.

“Mmm….light as a feather, happy as an angel…” Constance mumbled in her sleep. “Mm, very merry…”

His hand went to his mouth as he chuckled with the utmost fondness at the sight. Constance was a heavy sleeper and dreamer, he’d learned. She often talked in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she was dreaming about.

In addition to providing a series of amusing moments he’d often reveal to her later that morning, her murmuring also helped to confirm her lingering distraction.

With her still asleep, he could jump into action.

After making sure Constance was still asleep, he moved with quiet grace and giddiness to the kitchen of his London flat, collecting ingredients from the fridge and utensils to prepare a special breakfast. Their night together had been a private symphony of sighs, moans, and laughter, and now Ebenezer was determined to make the morning just as memorable.

With care, he selected fresh eggs, ripe tomatoes, and a medley of herbs from the kitchen's small garden, which he kept on a small windowsill. Years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of stocking his kitchen so fully. Fresh food was a waste of money, as far as he’d been concerned. Now, the redeemed philanthropist couldn't help but smile to himself as he went about cooking, eager to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

It wasn’t much, he supposed. He was no chef, but he took great joy in cooking for the woman he loved. It was the first time he’d done something like this for another, but he’d been planning the surprise for a week, when he’d used her late-shift at the coffee house as the opportunity to sneak some ingredients from the market and up into his fridge before leaving again to pick her up.

Predictably, she’d spent the night, so he was glad to have planned ahead.

In the cozy kitchen, he hummed a gentle tune as he worked. The clinking of dishes and the sizzle of ingredients provided a domestic harmony alongside him.

Meanwhile, Constance stirred in the bedroom, awakening to the comforting and savory scents wafting through the air. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light that spilled into the room.

She shivered a bit, bare from their time together the night before, and reached across the bed for her discarded pajamas. She eased into the silk short and matching camisole with ease before retreating back to the warmth of the covers. It was tempting to roll over into her boyfriend's abandoned spot, where she knew the aroma of his cologne

Just as she nestled back in, she heard the clinking of cutlery and creak of soft footsteps on the flat’s historic hardwood floors.

Ebenezer entered the bedroom, a tray balanced in his hands with an array of delectable treats. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached the bed, where Constance sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his eyes reflecting the joy of the moment.

Constance's face lit up in response. "Good morning. What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the tray with curiosity.

"Breakfast in bed," Ebenezer announced, setting the tray before her. "I-It’s nothing much. Just a  little something to make the morning special."

The tray bore a feast for the senses – fluffy scrambled eggs with herbs, slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes, and a steaming cup of rich coffee (which he knew she preferred over breakfast tea). A small vase with a single, delicate flower adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance.

As Constance took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "Nothing much? Ebenezer, this is wonderful! You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied, settling down beside her on the bed. "To many more mornings just like this."

As they finished breakfast, Constance thanked him with another kiss on the cheek. “Do you need help with the dishes?"

“Oh, no, I’ll get them,” he said, stacking them on the tray artfully.

After multiple reassurance, he finally convinced her to leave the task to him.

As Constance disappeared into the bathroom for her morning shower, Ebenezer carried the tray to the kitchen sink with a smile. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the otherwise quiet flat provided a comforting soundtrack to his thoughts. When added to by the sound of rushing water from the shower bathroom

As he scrubbed plates clean in the sink, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him to this moment. Constance had walked into his life like a gentle sunrise, slowly illuminating the corners of his heart that had long been shrouded in shadows. Their connection felt deeper with each passing day, and he found himself reflecting on…well, just how much she meant to him.

The realization hit him with profound clarity – Constance wasn't just a fleeting chapter in his life. The thought of a future without her seemed unimaginable. It definitely wasn’t a future he wanted to live.

With the dishes neatly arranged and Constance still singing in the shower, Ebenezer dried his hands and settled into a moment of quiet contemplation. His heart swelled with affection, and the idea of a future together began to crystallize in his mind.

Proposing, the notion whispered softly through his thoughts. The word lingered in the air, carrying with it a promise of shared tomorrows. Ebenezer had never been one for impulsive decisions, but with Constance, it felt different – as if their connection transcended the ordinary rules of time.

A smile played on his lips as he envisioned the day he would ask her to be his forever. He could almost hear the words, feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, and see the joy in her eyes. Yet, he knew that such a moment required careful planning, the right setting, and the perfect words to properly and artfully convey the depth of his feelings.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by the sound of the shower shutting off. Constance emerged, wrapped in a towel, her laughter mingling with the remaining traces of steam in the air. She caught his eye, and the room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"What's got you smiling so much?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Ebenezer chuckled, his heart still dancing to the melody of his thoughts. "Just thinking about the future," he replied, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "And how fortunate I am to have you in it."

She leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way."

In that ordinary yet extraordinary morning, Ebenezer's heart swelled with the certainty that, someday, he would ask Constance to be his forever.

Until then, he would continue to try and show her with every passing moment just how much he adored her. One shared breakfast as a time.

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@quill-pen speaking of our earlier discussion, this is probably the shortest thing I've done for them, haha.

[fashionbugster]

pokémon x fashion dreamer [2/18] | grass

lilligant — the flowering pokémon. the fragrance of its flower differs slightly depending on the soil where it grew up. sniffing the aroma calms your heart and mind.

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Dreamers of Myths & Legends Chap. 4-Cheer up, Sprigatito!

The next chapter is here and we’ll be getting into some minor angst territory. It’s small but still, angst is angst!

BIG thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!

Also another BIG thanks to @summonfi for creating a WTDW fanfic server! You guys are welcome to join it! https://discord.gg/eCAD2h9x 

Enjoy!!

It was a pleasant afternoon, the four researchers decided to go to Saffron City for lunch. Though Wiatt and Oddity were looking through notes that the young boy took about Mew.

“Wiatt, why did you bring your notes to lunch?” Sara asked.

“Figured we could spend some time going through to see how we’ll find Mew.” Wiatt replied, “so far there are a few places around Saffron City that Mew has been sighted in.”

Sara sighed, “Wiatt, Eric gave us the day off today from researching. Relax and enjoy this.”

Wiatt glared, but lifted his expression when Oliver and Lewis came by with food and drinks. “Sorry for the wait, darlings.” The two boys put the trays down before sitting down themselves.

“It’s alright.” Sara replied.

Wiatt put away his notes and was in awe with the delicious food before him. “Man this looks good.” He commented.

“Well, I read this is one of the best sandwich places in Saffron City.” Lewis explained.

Wiatt took a bite of a sandwich, his eyes widened. “You're right, this is pretty good!” He exclaimed. He broke a small piece off and held it in front of his Eevee. “Try it, Oddity.”

“Eevee,” Oddity replied. He ate the piece and smiled at how good it was. “Eevee!”

The group started to eat lunch together, not knowing Sprigatito was around the corner staring at them. The grass-type saw Lewis mewled in excitement. She got into the pouncing position, and waited for the right moment. Once she saw Lewis take a sandwich, that’s when she made her move. Sprigatito dashed and snatched the sandwich from Lewis before eating it in one gulp.

“H-Hey!” Lewis yelled.

Sprigatito flinched and turned, which shocked Lewis. “Meow!” Sprigatito exclaimed as she went over to the boy and started nuzzling his leg and purring.

“What’s that?” Oliver asked, never seeing that Pokémon before.

“I believe that’s a Sprigatito.” Wiatt answered.

“Sprigatito!” Sara and Oliver exclaimed. 

“You mean the same Pokemon you said you saved not too long ago?” Oliver asked.

Lewis nodded, and looked down to see Sprigatito sitting and smiling at him. She tilted her head, confused why he was so shocked to see her.

“Darling, have you been following my friends and I all this time?” Lewis asked.

“Meow. Meow.” Sprigatito replied, saying that it was following the group.

Lewis chuckled, “guess you like being around me.” He said as he pet the grass cat Pokemon, causing her to purr.

Sprigatito started tapping her paws as she started to release a fragrant aroma. Sara smelt it and smiled, “hey that smells good.” 

“What’s that?��� Wiatt asked. He then grabbed his Rotom Phone and scanned Sprigatito.

When Sprigatito is exposed to sunlight, it uses its paws to release a sweet, therapeutic aroma. 

“So that’s what you're doing now,” Lewis said.

“Meow,” Sprigatito replied.

Lewis chuckled and grabbed his Pokeball, “Well want to join my team, darling?” He asked.

Sprigatito’s eyes widened as she nodded. However, just before she could touch the Pokeball. A mysterious voice played in her head.

“Who would want a Sprigatito like you?”

Sprigatito’s eyes widened in fear, as that memory played in her head.

Flashback:

Sprigatito was in an alleyway as her trainer, a young girl looked down at her with anger. The grass-type Pokemon mewled as she begged her trainer not to leave her in the rain.

“You're such an embarrassment!” The girl shouted. “You ruined everything for me!” The girl then ran off, leaving Sprigatito heartbroken.

End of Flashback:

Sprigatito gasped as she stepped back from Lewis, scared. She was in fear of the same thing happening to her again. Disappointing her trainer and being released again. 

Lewis saw how scared Sprigatito was, and reached his hand out to her. “Darling, are you ok?” He asked.

Sprigatito stepped back before running off crying, shocking everyone.

“W-Wait!” Lewis shouted. “Sprigatito!” The group went and chased after her, but soon they started to lose her as she started to pick up speed. She turned around the corner, and once the group arrived they lost the Grass Cat Pokemon.

“Where did she go?” Sara asked.

“Sprigatito! Where are you!?” Lewis yelled.

“Eevee! Eevee!” Oddity called out.

“Excuse me.”

The group looked up to see it was Nurse Joy, who looked concerned for the four.

“Did a Sprigatito pass by here?” She asked.

Lewis nodded, “Y-yeah. I was trying to catch her, but she just ran off.”

Nurse Joy sighed feeling bad.

Wiatt was then hit with a realization, “Nurse Joy do you know that Sprigatito?” He asked.

The nurse nodded, “if you would follow me to the Pokemon Center, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

The group nodded and followed Nurse Joy to the Pokemon Center.

Up on the rooftop, Team Rocket watched the entire scene from above and went from spying on Wiatt and his friends to spy on Sprigatito who was still running off.

“Say, that Sprigatito is really cute,” Jessie commented. “It’s fitting for someone like me.”

“It sure does.” Meowth agreed. “It sensed the twerp is a twerp, so it’s easy for us to grab and give it to the boss!”

James sighed, “It's been a while since you said that, but let’s hear it.”

“Picture the boss one day, in a bad mood…” Meowth started as one of his boss's fantasies started to play.

In Mewoth’s fantasy, it showed the boss chibi walking back and forth upset as his Persian looked at him back and forth.

“You mean like he is every day?” James asked.

“He then turns to his Persian, and yells…” Meowth cleared his voice to mimic Giovanni’s, “You are a useless Persian! You are boring to me!”

The fantasized Giovanni pointed a finger and yelled at his Persian before giving the Classy Cat Pokemon the blast-off. Fantasy Giovanni collapsed on his couch with a sigh.

“Man, I need a new companion,” Meowth said using his Giovanni's voice. Meowth then switched back to his regular voice, “That’s when Sprigatito comes in and starts nuzzling the boss. They will tap their little feet spreading that lovely aroma, which would make the boss relaxed.”

In the fantasy, Giovanni sees his door open and Sprigaitito appears before running over to him and going on his lap nuzzling him. The Grass Cat Pokemon starts rubbing her paws as the lovely aroma fills the air and Giovanni feels relaxed.

“Then the boss will say…” Meowth paused to switch back to his Giovanni impression, “This is a wonderful companion for me, and I should thank Meowth and his friends for giving me this lovely Pokemon, and in return I should give them a raise.”

Jessie and James got excited hearing about a big raise after giving Sprigatito to the boss. “We’ll finally get the respect we deserve! Because we gave the boss a Pokemon that brings him joy!” The two sang together.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffet yelled.

“And to make sure the plan works I got ourselves something new that should help us capture the Sprigatito!” Meowth exclaimed.  The Scratch Cat Pokémon revealed a box showing a Pokeball-shaped cage. “Meet the Poke Grabber 25!” 

“Fancy!” James exclaimed.

“Good news we can capture as many Pokemon as we can with this!” Meowth explained.

“Ooooh!” Jessie and James exclaimed. However, James heard good news and had to ask the Normal-type Pokemon one thing.

“Wait, if you said good news then what’s the bad news?” James asked.

Meowth sighed as he dumped the contents of the box. “It’s from that company where we have to put it all together for it to work.” He explained.

“Great.” Jessie and James said at the same time.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffet exclaimed.

At the Pokemon Center, Nurse Joy and the four researchers sat at a table. The nurse sighed before telling the four about Sprigatito.

“I guess you're all wondering why Sprigatito was so scared of you?” Nurse Joy started.

“She wasn’t scared of me before, just when I tried to capture her in a Pokeball,” Lewis explained.

Nurse Joy sighed, “I see.” She replied.

Wiatt thought for a bit and a theory came to mind. “Nurse Joy, did Sprigatito have a trainer?” He asked.

“They did, yes.” Nurse Joy answered. “It was a year ago, and I was running errands before heading back to the Pokemon Center, on my way back I saw a young girl running off, and I didn’t know why.” She explained remembering everything that happened, “Once I got closer that’s when I saw Sprigatito all alone. I connected the dots and realized that the trainer abandoned Sprigatito.”

The group looked horrified hearing what Sprigatito went through and it made sense why she went through and why she ran off when Lewis tried to catch her. Their horrified expressions turned to anger and sadness towards the grass-type Pokémon.

“No wonder why Sprigatito ran off like that,” Oliver said, feeling bad for the grass-type Pokemon. “She was scared you’d abandon her again.”

Lewis looked shocked. No way he’d do that to a Pokémon.

“How could someone do such a thing!” Sara growled. “I’d like to meet this trainer and give them a piece of my mind.”

Lewis let out a sigh, as anger wasn’t the answer. “I’m going to find her.” He said getting up from his seat.

“Huh?” The group questioned.

“Sprigatito is alone out there. She needs someone to care for her, to show her that she won’t be abandoned again.” Lewis explained.

Wiatt smiled, agreeing with his friend. “Lewis is right, we need to find her.”

Lewis smiled, seeing Wiatt agreeing with him. He then turned his gaze to his friend’s Eevee. “Oddity, think you’d be able to use your sense of smell to track her down?” He asked.

Oddity nodded and used his paws to look like he gave a salute, “Eevee Vee!” He replied. Oddity got off the table and sniffed Lewis hoping to catch Sprigatito’s scent. Oddity nodded, catching Sprigaito’s scent and running outside to find her.

“Let’s follow him!” Lewis exclaimed.

“Right!” The rest of the researchers agreed and followed their Eevee to look for Sprigatito.

The search took hours, as they went around the town and looked into alleyways that Sprigatito could be hiding in. During the search, the researchers asked people around Saffron City if they’d seen the Grass-type Pokemon, but none had seen Sprigatito pass by. Oddity kept following Sprigatito’s scent and saw it led to Route 6.

“Eevee.” Oddity said.

“You know where she is?” Lewis asked.

Oddity nodded, “Vee.” 

“Then lead the way, darling!” 

“Eevee!”

Lewis and Oddity ran leaving Saffron City and heading to Route 6 with Wiatt, Oliver, and Sara behind them.

Oddity sniffed the area and caught Sprigatito’s scent going past some bushes. Once going through them Oddity stopped and carefully walked, peeking through some of the trees.

Lewis came by and Oddity used his tail to tell the young boy to be quiet. The boy nodded as he and Oddity looked through the bushes, and their eyes widened at what they saw.

In the clearing, Sprigatito was dancing using a rock as her stage. She twirled, jumped, and did all sorts of cute dance moves. Soon, she used a move, Leafage, as she spun in the air before doing more dances.

“Amazing,” Lewis whispered. “S-She’s a performer.”

“Eevee,” Oddity replied.

Wiatt and the rest of the crew showed up but saw Sprigatito doing her performance. Sara was about to speak before being hushed by Lewis, who told the three to stay quiet and watch Sprigatito perform.

“Is she dancing?” Sara asked.

“She is darling. She is.” Lewis answered, smiling at the Grass Cat Pokemon.

Sprigaito continued to dance before finishing off with Leafage and landing on a pose. She tried catching her breath and smiled before bowing.

Oddity couldn’t hold his excitement any longer and soon started to cheer for the grass-type Pokemon.

Sprigatito’s eyes widened as she looked up to see Oddity jumping around for joy, as Wiatt and the others tried to quiet him down. Her body turned white as a ghost realizing someone was watching her perform. She shivered and was about to run away again before Lewis stopped her.

“Sprigatito wait!” Lewis shouted.

The grass type skidded to a halt, but didn’t turn to face the boy.

“Darling, that was amazing! I didn’t know you had that kind of talent!” Lewis exclaimed.

Sprigatito felt like crying, she was embarrassed that someone, not a group of people saw her in the act.

“It was very beautiful!” Sara exclaimed.

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

Sprigatito slowly turned as the group saw tears in her eyes. She sniffled and tried to brush them away, but the tears continued to fall.

“Sprigatito what’s wrong?” Oliver asked.

Lewis knew exactly what was wrong. He walked over to Sprigatito and slowly put his hand on her head.

Sprigatito flinched, but her eyes widened, feeling Lewis pet her. She looked up at the researcher in shock.

“You love performing but you have stage fright. Isn’t that right darling?” Lewis asked.

Sprigatito’s eyes widened knowing Lewis was right. “Meow.” She replied, giving a nod.

“I heard your trainer left you,” Lewis said.

Sprigatito flinched and stepped back.

“Look, I know your old trainer hurt you! But I’m not that trainer!” Lewis yelled.

Sprigatito didn’t believe it. Not one bit. She stepped back ready to dash off, but Oddity came by her side.

“Eevee! Eevee Vee!” Oddity exclaimed telling Sprigatito to give Lewis a chance.

Sprigatito’s eyes widened, but she wasn’t so sure about Lewis.

“Sprigatito,” Wiatt spoke up. “Lewis is right, he’s not like your old trainer. He’s kind and sweet.”

Lewis smiled, slightly blushing at the comment.

“Meow. Meow?” Sprigatito asked, wondering if what Wiatt said was true about Lewis.

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

Sprigatito gave a small smile and looked up at the four. However, a Pokeball capsule came down from the ground and snatched Oddity and Sprigatito before being lifted up in the air.

The group gasped in horror.

“Sprigatito!” Lewis shouted.

“Oddity!” Wiatt shouted.

Laughter was heard as the group looked up to see a Meowth hot air balloon, and Team Rocket inside it.

“Oh great, not you three!” Sara yelled.

Team Rocket laughed as the group started their motto.

“We got a Sprigatitto, so prepare for trouble!” Jessie started.

“And we got an Eevee on the double!” James added.

“To protect the world from devastation.”

“To unite all peoples within our nation.”

“To denounce the evils of truth and love.”

“To extend our reach to the stars above!”

“Jessie!”

“James!”

“Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!”

“Surrender now or prepare for a fight!”

“Meowth! That’s right!” Meowth finished.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffet added.

“Team Rocket!” Wiatt and his friends yelled. “Give back Oddity and Sprigatito!”

Team Rocket just laughed, “We heard the same question over and over, and it’s gonna be the same answer over and over.” Jessie started.

“No!” Team Rocket answered.

The group glared, as they didn’t have any other Pokemon that could help stop Team Rocket.

“Aww, what’s the matter twerps! Have no other Pokemon to stop us?” Meowth asked, mocking the group.

The balloon flew higher as Oddity and Sprigittito cried for help.

“Hang on, Oddity!” Wiatt yelled, chasing after Team Rocket.

“Wiatt! Hold on!” Lewis yelled following Wiatt. With Sara and Oliver right behind them.

Team Rocket looked down, seeing Wiatt and his friends chasing after them. “Ah, this is just like walking through memory lane.” Jessie sighed.

“It sure is!” James replied.

“Alright let’s pull these two Pokémon up to our balloon!” Meowth exclaimed. He pulled out the remote and pressed the button, but instead of pulling the two Pokémon up, it opened the capsule and everyone was in shock as the two Pokemon fell out.

Oddity and Sprigatito fell screaming as they started to fall to the ground at high speeds.

“Oddity!” Wiatt yelled.

“Sprigatito!” Lewis yelled.

The two boys caught their Pokémon respectively and hugged them tight. “Oddity,  are you okay?” Wiatt asked.

“What about you darling?” Lewis asked.

“Eevee!” Oddity replied.

“Meow!” Sprigatito replied.

Wiatt smiled and hugged Oddity tight. Lewis sighed and hugged Sprigatito as well, which surprised her.

Meowth looked horrified as Jessie and James growled at their Pokémon. “Meowth! Why did you release them?!” Jessie exclaimed.

Meowth looked down at the remote and chuckled nervously. “Looks like I grabbed the wrong remote.”

“WRONG REMOTE?!” Jessie and James shouted at the same time.

“There were two remotes in the box! One to capture the Pokémon and one to release them!” Meowth exclaimed, showing the two remotes.

“Why would you get a contraption with two remotes!?” Jessie exclaimed.

“And how come you didn’t label them!?” James added.

Meowth frowned and looked down, “Well you two were rushing me so we don’t miss our appearance that I decided not to label them.” He explained.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffet exclaimed.

Jessie and James sighed, but Jessie was the one to pick the team back up. “Well, now we have two remotes, and know which one is to release the Pokemon and the other to snatch them again!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Alright!” Meowth yelled as he pressed the button as the capsule went to capture the Pokemon again.

“Oddity! Use Shadow Ball to destroy that capsule!” Wiatt commanded.

Oddity jumped and launched a Shadow Ball at the capsule, destroying it. Team Rocket screamed seeing their only way of capturing Pokemon was destroyed.

Jessie glared as she took out a Pokeball. “Alright, I guess we’ll just take them by force!” She yelled. “Seviper, let's go!” She threw her Pokeball and out came her Seviper.

“Seviper!” Seviper hissed.

“Alright, Morpeko go!” James commanded throwing his Pokeball.

“More!” Morpeko exclaimed as they went next to Seviper and were ready to fight.

Oddity and Sprigatito growled and went in front of their trainers ready to battle.

“Seviper! Bite attack!” Jessie commanded.

“Morpeko, use Aura Wheel!” James commanded.

Morpeko formed a light blue energy before charging over at Oddity. 

Seviper’s jaws opened, ready to chomp on Sprigatito, who shivered in fear seeing she was about to be attacked.

“Dodge it!” Wiatt and Lewis shouted at the same time.

Sprigatito’s eyes widened as she stepped to the side and did a little spin. Seviper tried to use Bite again, but Sprigatito did the same move again.

Oddity jumped up to the right away from Morpeko’s Aura Wheel.

“Oddity, Quick Attack!” Wiatt commanded.

Oddity started to dash and rammed into Morpeko, slamming them into a tree.

“Sprigatito, use Scratch on Seviper!” Lewis commanded.

Sprigatito jumped as her claw glowed white as she scratched Seviper on the face. The Fang Snake Pokemon hissed in pain.

“Wrap that little cat, Seviper!” Jessie shouted.

Seviper’s eyes widened as they wrapped Sprigatito with their tail. The grass-type Pokemon mewled in pain, but she glared and ended up using Bite on Seviper’s tail making the poison-type scream and letting go of Sprigatito.

“That was Bite!” Oliver exclaimed.

“Sprigatito is amazing!” Sara commented.

Sprigatito turned to the group and smiled. This boosted her confidence as she was ready to battle more.

“Morpeko! Stop that twerp with Aura Wheel!” James commanded.

“Mor!” Morpeko exclaimed, switching to Hangry Mode.

Oddity gasped seeing Morpeko change forms. Going from yellow and brown to purple and black with glowing red eyes.

“I’ve seen this before. Morpeko can switch to Hangry mode with every turn.” Wiatt explained. “Oddity dodge it and use Shadow Ball!” 

Oddity jumped missing the Aura Wheel and then launched a Shadow Ball at Morpeko, which turned them back into normal mode and launched them back at Team Rocket’s balloon. The evil team screamed as Morpeko slammed into James’s face, knocking the two out.

This left Sprigatito and Oddity versus Jessie’s Seviper.

Seviper towered over the two like a giant, but Oddity and Sprigatito looked at each other and nodded ready to attack together.

“Seviper, stop those little brats with Poison Tail!” Jessie commanded.

“Seviper!” Seviper hissed as their tail turned purple.

“Dodge it!” Wiatt and Lewis yelled at the same time.

Oddity dashed out of the way, while Sprigatito danced out of the way. Seviper decided to attack Sprigatito instead and the Grass Cat Pokemon used some of her dance moves to doge every attack out of the way.

“Amazing! Keep at it, darling!” Lewis yelled.

Seviper kept using Poison Tail as Sprigatito kept on dancing and using her skills to dodge each attack.

“Hold still you little show off, and let Seviper crush you!” Jessie yelled.

Sprigatito kept doing what she was doing until she was backed into a tree. Seviper was ready to do the finishing blow, but Sprigatito jumped up missing the attack, and Seviper’s tail got stuck on the tree. Sprigatito then landed next to Seviper ready for Lewis to command the attack.

“Alright. Sprigatito use Leafage!” Lewis commanded.

Sprigatito let out a cry as she did a somersault in the air and launched leaves at Seviper, which removed them from the tree and straight into Team Rocket’s balloon. The attack caused the balloon to explode sending Team Rocket into another blast off.

“Well, I guess we learned our lesson of the day.” James started, holding Morpeko close.

“That no matter the twerps, new or old we’re still gonna lose?” Meowth answered.

“I think what James meant is next time label stuff so we don’t have problems next time!” Jessie yelled.

“Well, yes to both actually.” James revealed.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffet exclaimed.

Jessie and Meowth sighed, “Well here’s one lesson Team Rocket learns every day.” Meowth said.

“Looks like Team Rocket is blasting off again!” Team Rocket yelled as they went far into the sky, as a star twinkled in the sky.

Sprigatito bowed seeing Team Rocket defeated, which means she ended the battle.

“Darling,” Lewis spoke up.

“Meow,” Sprigatito replied as she turned to Lewis.

“That was amazing what you did there!” He exclaimed.

Sprigatito turned away and gave a nervous smile. 

Lewis knew Sprigatito was still nervous around him. “Sprigatito, let’s get back on track. I’m nothing like your old trainer. I’m willing to give you a chance.” He said.

“Meow. Meow.” Sprigatito replied, saying she wasn’t sure.

“I’ve known Lewis forever,” Sara spoke up. “He isn’t someone who would leave someone behind, he cares.”

“Same here,” Oliver spoke up. “He’s very caring.”

Sprigatito looked over at Lewis as kneeled in front of her. “I want you to have a second chance darling.” He said. “You're an amazing Pokémon, and you and I are going to go on adventures together.”

The grass cat Pokemon felt tears well up in her eyes and soon she jumped into Lewis’s arms as he caught her. 

“So what do you say, darling? Want to tag along with us?” Lewis asked.

“Meow! Meow!” Sprigatito exclaimed, accepting the offer.”

Lewis chuckled and took out a Pokeball. Before he could tap it on Sprigatito, the grass cat Pokémon used her paw to open the Pokeball as she went inside. The Pokeball shook a few times before a click was heard indicating the capture was successful.

“Welcome to our team, darling,” Lewis whispered. “Sprigatito come on out!”

The Pokeball opened and Sprigatito came right out smiling. “Meow!” She explained.

Oddity went over to her and put his paw out, “Eevee. Vee.” He said, translating to welcome to the team.

“Meow!” Sprigatito exclaimed as she shook Oddity’s paw. The two started to chase and play with each other causing the group to laugh.

“Well, looks like Oddity’s made a best friend!” Wiatt exclaimed.

“He sure has,” Lewis replied.

Sprigatito stopped and looked at Lewis before jumping into his arms again. Lewis chuckled and held her back glad to have met his first ever Pokemon.

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Fun Facts: Might do this at the end of every fanfic just for fun. Might go back to the previous chapters and drop some, but these will start at the end of every chapter. If I can come up with ideas.

Sprigatito is female. 

(Spoilers for next chapter) When Sprigatito is happy or sees someone stressed her aroma from her paws gives off a nice scent that makes one relaxed.

Also, I won’t say who, but I do plan on introducing Sprigatito’s former trainer at some point, and BOY will you guys be all in for a treat!

Also, I officially made Lewis a cat dad! Or a Cat Pokemon Dad!

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The Romantic Dreamer Ch. 2

Fawn Weston awoke to the golden rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains of her childhood bedroom. It was a weekend in the heart of summer, and after a hectic week of classes and studying at college, she was determined to savor every moment of her time at her parents' house. With a warm spinach frittata on hand, she stepped onto the balcony. The gentle breeze danced around her, and the aroma of blooming jasmine filled the air. Fawn closed her eyes, allowing the tranquility to envelop her.

After breakfast, Fawn set off to Del Sol Valley, eager to meet her grandma Martha at the park. They had a tradition of spotting celebrities, and today, they were particularly hopeful. The sun was shining, and the park was bustling with people. They snapped a selfie together, Fawn’s heart racing with excitement as she posed next to her beloved grandma.

As they wandered along the pathways, Fawn's eyes widened in disbelief when she spotted Judith Ward, the famous film star and one of her biggest idols, strolling casually with a group of friends. "There she is!" Fawn gasped, tugging at Martha's arm. They exchanged thrilled whispers before mustering the courage to approach her. To their surprise, Judith smiled and posed for a quick photo, leaving Fawn starstruck.

Later, they returned to grandma Martha's cozy cottage in Newcrest, where the scent of eggs and toast filled the kitchen. “Breakfast for dinner!” Martha declared, as she grabbed the last piece of freshly made toast. Though Fawn wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, she cherished the time spent with her grandma more than the meal itself. They laughed, shared stories, and filled the room with warmth.

After dinner, Martha excused herself to the bathroom, and Fawn decided to take her plate outside. Sitting on the porch, she gazed at the sky, contemplating her next move. The day had turned cooler, and she wondered if a trip to the beach was in order. The thought of the waves lapping at her feet stirred a sense of adventure within her.

Once the last bite of toast was gone, she headed towards Sulani. However, as she arrived, she found the beach had been washed by a day of rain. The sun peeked through the clouds, but the sand was still damp and glistening. Undeterred, she made her way to the bar and let the music sweep her off her feet, dancing with abandon.

As the rain subsided, Fawn felt the call of the ocean. She changed into her swimsuit once again, the cool air sending shivers down her spine. But the thrill of the waves beckoned her closer. Wading into the water, she took a deep breath and felt alive. With no one else around, an exhilarating thought crossed her mind. With a giggle of delight, she decided to skinny dip, letting the warm waves wash over her, feeling both free and untethered.

The night sky twinkled above her as she floated, embracing the serenity of the water and the thrill of the moment. Fawn knew tomorrow would bring her back to the grind of college, but for now, she was just a girl enjoying the magic of summer, her heart as open as the ocean.

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