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diacetyldemon · 2 years

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The Routine of a Pitiful Fool

Ren Hana/Reader (reader is gender-neutral)

words: 1570

rating: M

note: this isn’t too long, kind of a character study anyway... i might actually write more BTD stuff soon

(AO3 link)

It was simple, really. Your days got regimented into nice, neat little blocks that stacked atop each other, perfectly in-line, no tipping or loss of balance; all was secured. It was unity, unquestionable, impenetrable. It made you wonder late in the night, moonlight filtering through the windows and stretching across your flesh, if it was all meticulously planned by him. Perhaps he had a calendar of some sorts lying around, manic scribblings and twisted ideals, designating what he was going to do and when - or more precisely what you were going to do.

It begins as such:

You wake up in the morning. (“The morning” is intentionally vague; he doesn’t let you know how much time has passed. You’ve tried your best to keep track of the days, but somewhere along the way you got lost and the concept escaped you like sand escaping between one’s fingers.) From the thin crack in the door that was mandated by your, uh, owner, you could hear the faint clicking of his footsteps across the cold floor, the one that always shocked you awake as if you were sleepwalking this entire time and only now have come among the living. Maybe you were.

He, by this point, has already started breakfast. (You always were relieved that he was a good cook). You ignore the silent stinging pain of your shoddily-stitched side as you approach and make sure to put on a sweet, saccharine tone. “Good morning, Ren,” you say, smiling forcibly, feeling something terrible rising, prodding at the back of your throat. You push it down.

“Hi!” he chirps in response, so joyously it’d make you nauseous regardless of who said it. You push down the sickness in your throat again and keep smiling (keepsmilingkeepsmilingkeepsmiling you don’t know if you’re in the clear yet keepsmilingkeepsmilingkeepsmiling) as your hands reach across the table, lazily, trying to stretch. The material is harsh against your hands, which were artificially softened by Ren’s strange fixation with body care products, the feeling of his hands rubbing against yours with a thick salve covering them and occasionally scratching you, followed by meek apologies and little kisses. Keepsmilingkeepsmiling-

“I made your favorite”, he beams, stretching out the word “favorite” a little too long. He sets it down on the table, beside his own meal, and even pulls out your chair for you like a true gentleman. “I hope it’s good.”

“I’m sure it will be,” you say, still smiling as well as you could, an invisible defense. He shifts ever so slightly - shoulders and ears relaxed, tail moving fluidly, and you take in a silent breath of relief. You’re out of the woods now. The smile drops, and you eat, not too fast nor too slow - appearances matter, after all, and if there is anything you’ve learned about Ren, it’s that he is very sensitive to appearance, illusion, the presentation of the self. You think you’ve got it down solidly; not perfectly, but could you ever get it perfectly with this man?

Once that is done, it’s time to bond. This is the main attraction - the shining pinnacle of your day, what defines it as good or bad, what makes or breaks. Bond how? Well, there could be four scenarios:

Ren is in a very, very good mood. This is a lucky day. There will be no chaos or cold steel or fire or rage. While his clinginess repels you in every way and it makes you wish you could climb out of your skin, it doesn’t bother you nearly as much as it used to, where he would put on some crappy movie and tangle you in his limbs while you remained stiff as a board. And then he’d get upset. And then he’d start yelling at you for your ungraciousness, to which you confessed, apologizing and trying to get some mercy repair your transgressions. Whether it would succeed or not what as a toss-up. Yet, as time has gone on, it has gotten easier. Much easier. Now, you sit, limbs soft, feeling him move his hands about, repositioning you, nuzzling your neck, encouraging you to feel the softness of his fur. You never wanted to feel it. You never asked to feel it. And yet you do, hands shaking imperceptibly, touching the strands that were silky soft and irrevocably tainted.

Things are less romantic and more based upon the flesh. Sadistic, perhaps, but never cruel. The feeling of contact with your skin - silk, talons, the steel permanently suffocating you slowly - has atrophied, morphed into something greater. It is no longer a shock, a desperate dissociation as an attempt to escape - vanity among vanities! - but rather a melting, as if you could feel bits and pieces of you pouring out, slowly dripping down your exposed chest, spattering out when you cough. These pieces of you are lost forever, swept into a cold and uncaring tide.

The point where you can tell things have begun to deteriorate. There’s an endless succession of somebodies, so vague and destroyed that you don’t remember names. You don’t remember faces, either; you only remember the warmth of the blood, the cries of the damned, the sick feeling in your stomach that never seemed to go away. You would cry, plead, beg; “I can’t do this, don’t make me do this,” every time, incessantly. Every time it seemed to work - Ren would give a condescending titter (“Aw, it’s okay, let me handle it”) before he would take his tools and get down to his depraved business. You would shut your eyes, trying your best to forget; it never worked. It’s hard for it to work, really, when you leave and walk around for a little while and hear a strange squish and realize a chunk of someone’s brain had gotten stuck to your foot.

The bleakest, blackest days. The days you deserved it. The days where you did Something (he would never specify what; gotta keep you frosty, after all) and he’d drag you into the basement that reeked of rot. You knew what lied inside, the history of hell, the terrible truths and trials that the basement held. It made you cry. You always wondered if the tears ever got to him, if he saw your tear-streaked face and the soft, desperate tone in your voice and changed his original plan, deciding to be a little nicer. But you could never know, of course, the only thing you knew was the pain, so prolonged and intense it felt like you were dying - and you really were, or at least on the brink of it. Perhaps that was his goal - to get you so close to the edge, to make you taste death on the very tip of your tongue, feel the icy grasp of it graze your arm, before pulling you back and saving you; a grandiose act of heroism and love. Or maybe his goal was to punish you for the hell of it.

And then, the grand finale: the end of your discomfort or the prolonging of your agony, depending on how things were going. If Ren had been able to keep his cool for the day and not get angry at you for some reason or another, it would end with him carefully leading you to bed, tucking you in, and wishing you a good night before you stumble into sleep buried beneath the insane amount of junk he’d buy in an attempt to appease you. If he hadn’t, well, it could range from him coldly dismissing you, sending you off without a word or even a look of acknowledgement, which always set the pit of dread in your stomach - he could be plotting Something. What is this Something? You don’t know.

Some nights, though, when you were real bad and made him real angry, he’d mash the button linked to your shock collar, again and again, leaving you heaving and convulsing on the floor before picking you up, shoving you in the closet, and slamming the door shut, while you felt as if your eyes were melting out of your skull as you sunk to the foul-smelling floor.

The only advantage you had in this situation was Ren’s predictable erraticism. It soon became clear to you, the process he went through: he would build momentum, emotion, hysteria, climbing higher and higher and getting more and more unhinged, accelerating as he went. He was riding a high and beautiful wave, where he was right and you were in love; there was nothing that could stop him, his love for you, his power over the poor souls of his victims. And then, he would stop - he’d hit the ceiling with a devastating thud, rapidly crash down, smashing through the floorboards, directly into rock bottom, where you were a terrible, traitorous, despicable wretch; where he had no power, where all was wrong and nothing, nothing, not your love or the memories of Him or anything, would be able to save him.

This predictability gave you little but a sad knowledge of how things were going to go. Watching him fly ever so high, the verge of greatness, a true being amongst shadows, to the desperate, depraved, beastly creature you both knew he truly was. You wondered if the cycle was more agonizing and degrading for him than it was you, but you would never get an answer.

You never get answers in this house.

#boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #btd #btd2 #ren hana #ren hana/reader #yandere #my writing #furry manlet gang yuh

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coffee-fueled-weeb-witch · 3 years

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🍒 Cherries In Witchcraft 🍒

Gender: Feminine (traditional western European magickal gender)

Elements: Water, Fire, Air

Planets: Venus

Zodiac: Aquarius, Aries

Deities: Morrigan, Artemis, Persephone, Ares, Herne, Aphrodite, Mars, Pan, Thor, Vertumnus, Yaya Zurkurai

Magickal Uses: Love, sex, playfulness, psychic energy and abilities, divination, creativity, sensitivity, money, luck, inner peace, healing, youthfulness, innocence, fertility, sweetness, femininity, emotions, spirituality, friendship, dreams, beauty, relationships, glamours

Magickal Info

It is believed that the best time to use cherry wood or any part of the cherry tree for spells is on the day of Venus (Friday) during the hour of Venus for the best results.

Cherry stones (the pits/seeds) have been used as talismans to attract love. According to Tess Whitehurst, author of You Are Magical and The Magic of Trees, cherry blossoms are for divine love, forgiveness, gentleness, remembering one's primal innocence, romance, and weight loss.

Any part of the cherry tree can be used for spell work and for incense making (bark), oils, sachets, witch bottles, poppets, and the branches are well-suited to becoming magic wands. Cherry wands are best for healing and love spells/rituals.

There is a simple Japanese love spell- the practice of tying a single strand of hair to a blossoming cherry tree to attract love.

Cherry pits have been used in the practice of discernment and foretelling, and its energy can be tapped into for psychic pursuits.

Cherry juice can sometimes be used as a substitute for blood in rituals and magickal workings, and the fruit can be used in place of meat.

The pits can be used in spells for repelling unwanted attention and cause the target to suffer from sickness like nausea and headaches, or something worse if they refuse to go away.

To find out how many years you will live, run around a tree full of ripe cherries, then shake it. The number of cherries that fall represents the number of years left.

Other Info

The cherry blossom was considered sacred to the Japanese emperor.

In 1885 Eliza Ruhamah Scidmore of the U.S., a travel writer and photographer, began working with the Japanese government to arrange for cherry trees to be planted along the Potomac River in Washington D.C. After years of negotiations the people of Tokyo donated 3,000 cherry trees to the people of Washington. On March 27, 1912, Helen Taft (wife of the U.S. president) and Viscountess Chinda (wife of the Japanese Ambassador) planted the first two cherry trees. Approximately 150 of the original 1912 trees, including the first two planted, are still alive.

Eating cherries can increase sexual energy and enhance fertility.

American colonists mixed cherry juice with rum to make a bitter cordial called Cherry Bounce.

In Highland folklore, wild cherry trees had mysterious qualities, and to encounter one was considered auspicious and fateful. In fact, in the Highlands it was once taboo to use cherry wood, as cherry trees were regarded as being so magickal in the culture. They were also a bit rarer in the Scottish Highlands as the cherry tree grows best in the more southerly regions of the UK.

Even to this day many cold and cough remedies use cherry bark to silence coughs due to colds and to help expel phlegm.

Traditional Chinese herbalists viewed cherry's energy and characteristics as being warm and sweet, and as a fruit it is the emblem of femininity and kindness.

Medicinal properties of cherries: promote healthy eyesight, diuretic, increase appetite, anti-inflammatory, cough and cold relief

Been a while since I shared anything on here, so here's some info I gathered and put together a little while ago on using cherries in witchcraft!

#witchcraft #witch #witchblr #witch community #kitchen witchcraft #cherries #eclectic witch #reference #correspondences

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headcanonsandmore · 3 years

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For Once

Summary: Hermione and Ron share a tender moment but, as is sadly so often the case, Ron's siblings make it their mission to upset things. Turns out this was one time too many, however.

I always get frustrated when, in fics, Ron's siblings deliberately ruin moments between Ron and Hermione, and recieve no comeuppance for it (even if Ron had suffered yet another hit to his self-esteem) . So here is my response.

Not bashing but definitely critical of Ginny, Bill, Fred and George, so a warning for that.

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Read on FFN. Read on AO3.

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Hermione climbed the staircase of the Burrow. She had been here for a few days so far, and she was loving every moment of it, as she always did whenever she was here. Everything from the Devon countryside, to the food, to the sweet redheaded boy that-

Wait, no. All the Weasleys were sweet, Hermione told herself. It wasn’t like the youngest Weasley boy was especially so.

Oh, who was she kidding? She’d stopped believing that her feelings were just platonic well over a year ago.

Anyway, sixth year would be beginning in about a months’ time. Harry had not arrived at the Burrow yet, but he was expected to be picked up by Dumbledore sometime over the next week. Hermione was looking forward to seeing him. Harry was her best friend and, well, he was like a little brother to her as well. Neither of them had any siblings, although at least Hermione was welcome in her own home.

Her brow furrowed as she remembered the last time she had seen Harry’s aunt and uncle. Both of them seemed deeply unpleasant people. Harry had never really spoken about how he had been treated by them growing up, but Hermione could tell that it was far worse than he would ever let on.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she walked straight into someone on the next landing.

‘Oof, you okay, Hermione?’

Hermione felt her face flush slightly. Of course, it had to be that redhead she’d bumped into.

Ron stared down at her, his blue eyes looking slightly concerned. He was carrying several folded sheets, his biceps slightly tensed and looking more-than-just-slightly attractive. His freckles had multiplied due to the summer heat, and Hermione was very aware that they covered him head-to-toe, seemingly even in places she had never seen (except in dreams that made her flush upon waking). Ron had always been cute but, good grief, when had he gotten so… hot?

‘O-oh, yes,’ Hermione replied, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered she was. ‘Sorry, I was… thinking.’

‘Always dangerous,’ Ron said, grinning. ‘But you wouldn’t be Hermione otherwise.’

Hermione smiled, trying to ignore her stomach flipping at his words.

‘Thanks,’ she replied. ‘Are those for your mum?’

‘Yeah, she asked for some fresh sheets,’ Ron said, as she followed him back downstairs. ‘What are you up to?’

‘I was actually looking for you,’ she said.

‘What? Why? Did mum say something?’

‘No, Ron,’ Hermione said, nudging him fondly with her elbow as they descended onto a landing. ‘I just happen to enjoy your company and wanted to spend time with you.’

‘Oh, yeah?’

Ron’s mouth slipped into that lopsided smile. The smile that never failed to reduce Hermione to a flustered mess, as much as she tried to hide it. It was a miracle that Ron never seemed to notice.

‘Y-yeah.’

‘Good to know I’m wanted,’ he said, grinning down at her. ‘I was-’

‘DRAT!’

Both of them jumped. Ron turned to where the sound had come from, and opened the door.

Mr Weasley was scrambling around on the floor, trying to retrieve his wand from underneath a chest of drawers. His balding head was bobbing up and down in frustrating.

‘Dad?’ Ron asked. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Oh, hello Ron,’ Mr Weasley said. ‘Sorry to yell; it just dropped out of my hand. Looks like it slipped under her.’

‘No worries,’ Ron said. He placed the sheets he was holding onto the bed, crouched down and, with a flourish, retrieved the missing wand. ‘Here.’

‘Thanks, son,’ Mr Weasley said, as Ron handed his wand over. ‘‘I just reinforcing the charms around the house. I see you’re helping your mother with those sheets?’

‘No worries. Yeah, just finished,’ Ron said. ‘Which charms are you doing?’

‘Oh, just the muggle-repellent ones. I hate putting them up, but it’s important for security.’

‘Dad, if you had your way, you’ve been asking the muggles in the villages for plug-making instruction manuals,’ Ron said, good-naturedly.

‘Well, you did inherit my love for all things muggle, Ron,’ Mr Weasley said, chuckling. ‘Wouldn’t you say?’

Hermione couldn’t help noticing that, at Mr Weasley’s words, Ron’s ears went slightly pink.

Don’t be silly, she sternly told herself, she just means that Ron likes hearing about the muggle way of doing things. He… he doesn’t mean…

‘Anyway,’ Mr Weasley continued. ‘I’m almost finished now. Hermione, I believe Ron said that you’ve been doing extra work about charms during the holidays.’

‘Er, yes, that’s true,’ Hermione said, quickly as she tried to ignore her own confusion. ‘It’s fascinating, isn’t it? I mean, all the different ways that charms can be used to obscure and hide things. I’ve always wondered how long it took for the spells to be standardised…’

She trailed off, as she saw Ron grin.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ Ron said, his cheeks dimpling under his freckles. ‘I’m never gonna get sick of seeing you all excited about magic.’

Hermione felt her face flush.

Mr Weasley seemed to smile to himself.

‘Well, like I said, I’m almost finished now,’ he said, raising his wand to the ceiling. He began to utter a spell, and stepped forward.

However, his foot collided with an old teddy bear, and he slipped, stumbling over the end of the spell.

Mr Weasley’s wand shot out of his hand, and fired a spell, which headed straight for Hermione.

‘Hermione, duck!’

Before she knew what was happening, Hermione found herself pushed out of harms way by Ron.

The spell hit Ron squarely in the chest. He gave a gentle groan, and fell backwards on the floor.

‘Ron!’

Mr Weasley had hurried over, and knelt down beside his brother. Hermione dashed forward, and dropped down on Ron’s other side. With thinking, she eased Ron’s head off the floor, so that he was resting on her lap. Ron stirred feebly.

‘Mr Weasley, is… is he okay?’

‘He’ll be fine. Just a little confunded,’ Mr Weasley said, smiling faintly down at Ron. ‘I’m sorry, son. Hermione, It’s best if you stay with him while I go and get the healing supplies from the kitchen.’

‘O-okay,’ Hermione said, suddenly aware that Ron’s head was resting in her lap.

‘Thanks,’ Mr Weasley said, moving to the door. ‘Don’t worry; I doubt Ron will complain. He did take that spell for you, after all.’

With a knowing smile at Hermione’s flustered expression, Mr Weasley left the room.

‘Mione?’ Ron mumbled, his eyes still half-closed. ‘W’happened?’

‘You… you got hit by a confunding spell,’ Hermione replied. ‘Your dad’s gone to get you something for it.’

‘You… you okay?’

Hermione smiled.

‘Ron, you’re the one who got hit by it. Worry about yourself.’

The redhead smiled.

‘So you didn’t get hit…that’s good… glad you’re okay, ‘Mione…’

Hermione felt her heart well, as she stared down at the redhead. His smile was happy and utterly genuine.

‘T-thank you, Ron,’ she whispered. ‘You’re… you’re too good to me.’

‘Naaah,’ Ron mumbled. ‘You’re important… especially to me.’

Hermione smiled, as her heart threatened to burst open. Ron was such a lovely person. No wonder she had fallen so hard.

The door opened, and Hermione looked up. Mr Weasley had returned, carrying a medicine kit. Kneeling down, he pulled out a small vial of potion.

‘Here; it’ll take away his dizziness.’

Hermione nodded, and took the vial. She gently tipped the contents into Ron’s mouth. The redhead swallowed slowly, and he seemed to return somewhat to his senses.

‘There we go,’ Mr Weasley said, as Ron sat up, holding his head. ‘You’ll feel wobbly for a while, so wait until the potion takes full effect before standing up.’

‘R-right,’ Ron said. ‘Dad, can you take those sheets downstairs? I think mum wanted them.’

Mr Weasley nodded, picked up the sheets, gave a brief smile to Ron and Hermione, and then left through the door.

Ron seemed to suddenly realise that his head had been laying in Hermione’s lap.

‘Er, sorry,’ Ron mumbled, his ears going pink. He smiled softly. ‘Thanks for looking after me. Guess I behaved like a right twit, right?’

Hermione opened her mouth, intent on telling Ron that he had been brave and sweet, how much it meant to her that he was so kind, and how much she admired him for it.

‘Yeah, “twit” is right!’

Hermione stopped, her mouth half-open. Her eyes widened in horror as she turned towards the door.

Fred and George had walked into the room, followed by Ginny and Bill. All of them seemed to be snickering to themselves.

‘He got knocked right out! Ickle Ronniekins had to be the big brave knight, didn’t he?’

‘Nevermind, Ron,’ Bill said, chuckling. ‘I’m sure Hermione doesn’t mind you dribbling on her jeans.’

Ron’s ears burned further pink, and his shoulders seemed to slump. The smile on his face had vanished, and now he looked awkward, uncomfortable and -above all- resigned.

‘Er, sorry,’ he said, quietly to Hermione. ‘I… I best go help Mum with the dinner. See you later.’

‘No, Ron,’ Hermione began, frantically. ‘You don’t understand! I…’

‘It’s fine, Hermione,’ Ron said, quietly. ‘You… you don’t need to explain anything.’

Still looking unsteady on his feet, Ron walked out of the room. Hermione thought she heard a sigh as the door closed behind him.

‘Come on, Hermione,’ Ginny said, still chuckling. ‘Wait, he didn’t really dribble on you, did-’

‘What is wrong with you all?!’ Hermione cried. ‘Why can’t you all keep your mouths shut?’

The room went very quiet as Fred, George, Ginny and Bill all stopped laughing to stare at her.

‘He was being brave and kind, like he always is,’ Hermione exclaimed, tears began to streak down her face. ‘And you made him think I was just pitying him! Like he was just being an idiot for being so selfless! How dare you?’

The Weasleys all went silent. Hermione didn’t know where her anger was coming from; it could have been from the years of teasing she had seen Ron be subjected to by his siblings, or the fact that any moment between her and Ron seemed to be constantly ruined by his siblings mocking him, or maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t begin to fully explain to Ron just how much she adored him. All she knew was that she could stay silent no longer. This was one time too many.

‘I’m sick of this! He’s your brother; he’s kind, and sweet, and brave. More than you could ever imagine, and yet you all treat him like he can’t do anything right!’

Her body wracked with sobs, Hermione slammed the door behind her, and stormed upstairs to the room she was sharing with Ginny.

She could distantly hear the sounds of a returning Mr Weasley asking his remaining children why Ron had gone before the potion had taken full effect, and of the other Weasleys stumbling through their explanations.

Good luck trying to explain that to your consciences, Hermione thought, bitterly, as she closed the bedroom door behind her. She sank into the mattress; angry, frustrated but most of all devastated that, no matter how much she adored Ron, it seemed like all of his siblings seemed to act like he could never be anything other than an object of mockery and pity. A clown. A twit who only ever made pratfalls and embarrass his friends.

Or, at least, Ron certainly wouldn’t think they saw him as anything more than that. And that was possibly the worst thing about it.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it!

#harry potter fanfiction #romione fanfiction #romione fanfic #fred and george weasley critical #ginny weasley critical #bill weasley critical #tw: anxiety #tw: mental health #tw: self-esteem issues #tw: low self-esteem #tw: injury #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #ronmione #tw: self-doubt

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nox-likes-witchcraft · 2 years

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Stinging Nettles!!

A post on their uses, how to propogate them, and their attributes.

If you're like me, you get a little pissed off when you're out foraging and get stung by one of these suckers. I get it, it's a pain; but did you know that Stinging Nettles are incredibly useful to us?

This is the first part of an upcoming series where I talk about the herbs that I see a lot (I am currently in the United Kingdom). Enjoy!

Quick info:

Ortica dioca, of the Urticacaea family.

Other names include: Devil's Claw, Devil's Plaything, Nettle, Burn Hazel, Burn Weed, Ortiga Ancha, sting-leaf, Hoky-poky, Heg-beg.

Gender: male/masculine

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire

Associated deities: Hades, Horus, Cernnonus, Jupiter, Osiris, Pluto, Thor, Vishnu, serpentine deities, and Vulcan

Zodiac signs: Aries and Scorpio

Commonly found in moist and shady places in Europe, Asia, and North America.

They are important larval foods for many different species of butterflies and moths.

Propagation

Plant nettles six to twelve inches apart in moist, rich soil that has access to shade (they usually do well in a pot as well). If they are grown in a garden they should be surrounded by a barrier of some kind (both above and underground) to prevent them from taking control of your garden. Cut nettles back before they seed so they don't spread out of control.

Harvesting and Storage

Be sure to wear thick gloves and long sleeves and jeans when harvesting as their stingers can pierce through thin fabric. Pluck young nettles in the spring and dry/steam then freeze to store; cooking or drying them will destroy the sting. Do not harvest or eat later season leaves as they will start to get tough and grainy which can cause urinary issues.

Cut the stalks to the ground in Autumn, strip them of their leaves and flatten to dry. You may use the stripped leaves in your compost bin to be used as fertiliser for your plants. Once dried, the stalks can be broken up to to retrieve the long fibres for hand spinning or shredded to make paper.

If you wait until the first frost to harvest your nettles for fibre, you will find them a lot easier to work with.

Magickal Attributes

Nettles can be burned to drive out negative or unwanted spirits as well as being used in protection bags. Also, they can be ground into a powder and used in spells to break curses. It can remove/repel hexes; keeps fear, anxiety, doubts, and stresses at bay, as well as being quite effective at keeping sickness such as colds away (I find this to be very effective when used in tea).

Stinging nettle is a strong purifier and is great at attracting abundance, courage, and inner strength.

Medicinal Uses

You can make it into a tea as an addition to diet for anyone recovering from a long illness or if you suffer from chronic weakness, fatigue, or anemia. Steep dry or fresh leaves in boiling water for 10 minutes and strain. This will destroy the sting and you will have a tasty and nutritious broth to show your witchcraft buddies.

It is also great for urinary tract/inflammatory conditions. Freeze dried nettles are useful for keeping hayfever at bay and with allergic conditions. You can also mush the leaves up with boiling water and apply it to closed wounds like bruises (let it dry and cool down first!).

Warnings

While they are generally perfectly safe to consume, they can act as a diuretic and stimulate stomach/abdominal contractions when eaten in large amounts. If you are already taking diuretics, have problems with your blood sugar or blood pressure, or are pregnant, approach nettles with caution

If you are taking this for a condition or serious illness, contact a doctor first to make sure that it is safe for you to use. NEVER use as a replacement for prescribed medicine.

Sources:

witchipedia.com

Flyingthehedge.com

Eldrumherbs.com

101 uses for stinging nettles by Piers Warren

I hope this has helped! Happy foraging!!

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kwonhoshi0 · 4 years

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𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

navigation | requests : open | 2nd march 2021

pairing : bakugou x fem!reader

genre : fluff, heavy angst

warnings : mutual pining, soulmate AU, !quirk world, heartbreak?, eating, vomit

themes : falling in love, unfair world, ‘it had to be us’, slow burns

desc : in a world where when you see your soulmate in their most vulnerable state your eyes change to the colour of the one you’re meant to be with, but sometimes soulmates aren’t allowed to be together, the way the universe was made is cruel it hurt.

a/n : i’m about to cause so much pain so i’m sorry in advance 🕴

listen to :

this world was cruel, that much was clear.

one couple in a thousand are fated to be apart, the thought didn’t scare you much since people in love always find a way, right?

when you touch your soulmates hands for the first time you feel a little spark, like electricity but for 1 couple out of 1000 they’d get thrown apart, quite literally thrown apart. they’d repel like the opposite ends of a magnet.

reading people’s experience on the matter broke your heart, people fated to be together only for their wishes to become nothing but that, wishes.

the same happened to your aunt and uncle, they’re together but apart, not allowed to touch eachother without being repelled apart. you watched it firsthand and it hurt seeing them live so happily apart in this unfair world.

your other uncle was no other then pro-hero all might, he raised you from the age of 3, your parents died when you were young, in a villain attack. they died fighting and their last wish was for you, their daughter to grow up a happy child in the care of your fathers brother, all might.

your uncle is an amazing guardian, he was nervous but he taught you everything he knows, your wish is to be a pro-hero exactly like him, exactly like your parents and that’s what he wanted for you as well even if there were dangers who was he to say no to your dream?

he trained you carefully, your quirk was powerful and sometimes hard to manage when not in control of your emotions, your quirk is telekinesis, you can lift yourself into the air with enough power and your hands stabilise the quirk, your nose bleeds when you start overusing it and you get lightheaded but with the help of all might you slowly got better at handling the power.

-> FIRST DAY OF UA

‘y/n you’re up next’ you walked up to where your class teacher aizawa was standing, steadying your feet a little you flicked the ball into the air only above your hand and then using your mind and hand you shot it up into the sky, everyone watched in amazement as you got the best score by barely trying. your eyes locked with a blondes, his eyes stood out, they glistened gold and crimson in the sun dancing in the light hitting his face but you looked away feeling your face heat up at his looks. ‘hey y/n right? you did amazing out there my names mina ashido!’ you smiled at her friendliness, ‘hi, you did pretty great too’.

-> HIM

as the months went on you caught yourself staring more and more at a certain blonde, sometimes you caught him staring back. it was no secret that you’re attractive anyone with eyes could see that, someone had recorded you trying to regain your breath during the sports festival and it went viral. when you caught him staring at you from across the table, you simply smirked at him before going back to talking to denki and mina.

at first you thought your attraction to him was only because of his looks, until you started getting to know the boy underneath. he’s caring, he’s thoughtful, he would never say it but he is. you noticed when he would do things for others, when you all moved into the dorms after the USJ attack you started to notice his small gestures to show he cares, they may not be big but you noticed.

in his eyes you are incredible, he often thought about your strength, physically and mentally. everyone thinks that you’re lucky because you got to learn from all might but they never thought about the circumstances in which you got there, your parents died but you still fought on. at first you were closed off, until you became friends with mina who introduced you to the bakusquad, you all clicked immediately. your sarcastic humour paired with their loud and bakugous equally sarcastic humour fit like a puzzle.

-> love birds

‘hey idiot, come here’, it was 8pm and the dekusquad had sneaked out to watch the sunset along the beach. you hopped down from the railing and traced it with the tip of your fingers before reaching him, ‘what is it blasty’, you looked at him, the crimson sky faded along with pink, the sun only illuminating the colour onto his face making him look beautiful he looks pretty , she looks pretty. if only you could hear eachothers thoughts.

‘look at them’ you looked down from the perch to see denki kicking water at kirishima and sero as mina threw wet sand balls at them both, you giggled at the sight, even her laugh is pretty he thought.

‘hey love birds!! get down here!’ the pink haired girl yelled.

‘SHUT UP PINKIE’ neither of you denied it, maybe because that’s what you wanted.

you all sneaked back into the dorms when it got dark, you clicked your phone ‘12am’ you whispered to your friends, thankfully no one snitched on you. the wooden floors creaked a little as you made your way to your room, you grabbed your towel and slipped off your clothes before slipping into the shower, once you got out you threw on a large hoodie which almost went down to your knees. ‘y/nn bakugou is being annoying can you help’ denki pouted making grabby hands at you. after agreeing you skipped downstairs to see the boy nagging over the dishes, smiling a little you walked over to him.

you started cleaning up the dishes he was nagging about as he made you all food since you were all hungry from the beach. ‘thanks’ you grinned hearing those words leave his mouth, even if they were quiet ‘what was that blasty?’ he glared at you ‘i will deck you’ you stifled a laugh at his words as your eyes connecting with his crimson ones for a second, both of your eyes widened looking into the others before you quickly went back to the task at hand.

he just has pretty eyes.. that’s it fuck, no i don’t like her, fuck.

———

falling in love with katsuki bakugou was not in your plans, but the way the blonde haired boy fussed about cleaning and things that you’d think he’d give no care to struck you. the way he’d pick a stray fluff or hair off kirishimas clothes but not tell him, the way he’d use his anger to mask him affection. it all endeared you, but why?

maybe it was the night you went to the beach, when he looked down at your friends messing around like it’d be the last time he’s seeing them, or the way he looked at you when you sneezed with a grin on his face,

‘why are you smiling at that’

‘you sounded like a fuckin cat’,

was it because of his eyes, his stupid pretty crimson eyes telling you to come closer, telling you to kiss him. — or the night he looked after you when you got drunk in the dorms, you had drunk a little too much and felt yourself feeling sick, before you knew it you’d ran upstairs to your bathroom and started vomiting into the toilet, he followed you and lifted your hair out of your face, ‘idiot take these’ he handed you some medicine for the pain in your head. — and he stayed with you that night so you wouldn’t be sick by yourself.

it’s been almost two years since you caught feelings for him. two years since you fell dangerously in love with the angry blonde boy.

———

today you were attacked by the league of villains while training and everything was okay, you were fighting alongside him, while you were fighting back to back you hadn’t noticed the villain to the side of you, he was aiming for bakugou, you did what you could in the moment and took the hit for him. you didn’t know what the persons quirk did but it didn’t seem to affect to you at all. ‘IDIOT GRAB MY HAND’ you quickly shook your head to get rid of the dizzy feeling taking place and grabbed his hand.

as soon as you defeated everyone you gathered near the front of the facility and that’s when you felt it. feelings from your past, the pain of having zero to very little memories of your parents, the pain of everyone but you knowing them, most of all the anger. you screamed crouching to the ground throwing your hands over your ears trying to get rid of the emotions they were overwhelming and painful. bakugou told aizawa that you got hit with a quirk but it didn’t do anything, he ran over as soon as he heard you scream.

‘y/n!, can you hear me.. fuck what’s happening’ you squeezed your eyes shut yelling out again as the stabbing feeling covered your body like needles, aizawa tried erasing the quirk but it was no use.

you gasped for air as the pain finally stopped and opened your eyes, ‘FUCK YOU SCARED ME SO FUCKING MUCH’ you smiled weakly as you realised he’s cradling you, — your eyes change colour when you see your soulmate in their most vulnerable state — ‘wait what is-’ you looked up at his words to see his crimson eyes replaced by your [c] ones, your own eyes now crimson, in only 5 seconds his eyes turned back to crimson as yours turned back to [c].

‘bakugou’ you were afraid to look at his expression, he tilted your head up and he smiled at you ‘i’m glad it’s you, i’m so fuckin glad it’s you’ you beamed at him as tears welled up in the base of your eyes.

that night you were planning on going on a date together, just you and him. mina and denki were sat on your bed crying and screaming about what happened, ‘ugh the way you looked at eachother makes me want a relationship!!’ she sobbed as her lips formed a pout, you laughed at her antics as denki did your eyeliner for you. ‘is this okay?’ you went for very ‘you’ clothes and you were pretty satisifed with your outfit, smiling you turned to them. ‘now this isn’t fair how do you look good in everything’ you scoffed before booping the pink girl.

you had butterflies in your stomach before even meeting him, the way he made you feel nervous but ecstatic. ‘hey’ you turned at the voice, smiling when you noticed you accidentally matched, you wore a black jumper with a skull on it as he wore his black skull t-shirt. you both noticed this and smiled.

‘gonna keep staring at me dumbass, come on?’

you walked after him smiling at his eagerness, ‘where are we going blasty’ he quickly looked up at the stars before saying ‘to see some memories’. after 10 minutes of walking you noticed the beach, it was the same one you came to with your friends, the one where you watched the sunset together, when you were oblivious to the others feelings. you talked and laughed about how oblivious you both were,

‘i kinda knew it was you, i think, i don’t know it’s fuckin weird.. i saw you and i just, knew?’

your heart did backflips at his words, ‘when i first saw you, at the first day of UA, you caught my eye maybe it was the pretty red eyes or the angry face-’

‘I DONT HAVE AN ANGRY FACE’ even his anger made you fall for him.

you’re down bad, you both are.

after your walk along the beach you talked more and walked until you realise it had been hours and you should be getting back to the dorms, somehow this entire time you hadn’t touched hands, it’s not that you didn’t want to you were just so immersed in talking to him it felt like you could talk to him forever.

as you got back to the dorms you stood outside the door and edged closer to him, his eyes sparkled just like they did that day, he entwined his hands with yours.

but instead of feeling the spark you felt a jolt, like a pain and you both pushed apart like magnets.

‘wait.. What, no this isn’t happening i held you this morning, what fucking changed’ he looked at you hurt and in shock, you couldnt breath, it was happening, the one you love but never be able to touch.

‘y/n, don’t fucking cry i’m here, i’m still here’.

‘but you’re not, it’s like we have an invisible box around each other you’ll never be able to hold me, or kiss me’ it was like you couldn’t feel anything but you felt everything at the same time.

‘there’s gotta be a reason, i held you fucking hours ago y/n, maybe it’s that fuckers quirk’

‘bakugou this is what happened to my aunt and uncle, they were fine for the first couple hours until i-it happened’

‘you deserve someone you can hold’

‘but i want you, you’re my fucking soulmate don’t be stupid’

‘you cant even fucking touch me bakugou’

‘call me blasty again.’

‘what?’

‘please’

his eyes were filling with tears, threatening to spill.

‘bakugou, i’m sorry, i love you’

‘then we’ll make this work’

‘we can’t blasty, you know we can’t’

A/N :

🕴i am very sorry for the pain i have caused i made myself cry

taglist :

@todoroki-shoto-is-life @blazedbakugou @luluwiie @blue-gold-demigod-clouds @gazelle-des-pres

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alatismeni-theitsa · 3 years

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Tips for not ruining your trip to Greece

Coronavirus and Medical care

First of all, if you can, it’s better to postpone your trip to Greece for another year. (For the year 2021). Sorry to start my post like this but let me explain. It’s likely you have another corona variant than the locals and if you infect them, their vaccination will be for nothing and they will have to pass more months of a super strict, borderline fascist lockdown. Also... you might be infected with another variant. If you MUST come, please wear a mask at all times and keep distances! (The same goes for Greeks who want to visit other countries).

Tourism is great but too many tourists will get the country back to square one pandemic-wise. If our healthcare system gets overloaded, a tourist won’t get sufficient healthcare either if something happens to them! I mean, our healthcare system is still overloaded due to corona patients so... I don’t know if it’s a good move to come here right now. In case of emergency, I am not sure if you will receive fast or proper care.

Generally, it’s good to know some stuff in Greek about your condition because half of Greece doesn’t speak English. Doctors are likely to understand the condition in English (because most of English health words come from Greece) but I’d say be prepared for good measure. Write your allergens and conditions in Greek on a paper in your wallet and hand it to someone if you need them to know. Learn important words such as “medicine“, “sick“, “It hurts” etc. (or have them written down somewhere. The important thing is that you can say them or show them to Greeks).

You can ask me if you can’t find the translation of some phrases and don’t how you pronounce them. Avoid the Erasmian pronunciation. It was made so foreigners can learn Greek easier, but it sounds alien to Greeks and it’s not likely it’ll help you.

Protection from the elements

I don’t understand how half the globe thinks we are a tropical place or a dessert and then they don’t prepare at all for a tropical place or a dessert when they come here in Summer xD At least being over-prepared would help! So...

Don’t come in Summer??? Yes, I know, it sounds stupid but you really don’t have to come in the peak of tourist season. Coming early May, June, September and October (where the sea is still warm) will get you a good tourist experience with less crowds and heat. If you are disabled and/or easily overwhelmed, avoiding the peak season will probably do you good. You can come any month really. We have different places for different seasons. All it takes is five minutes of googling.

If you come from a less sunny place (no matter your skin color) make sure to always wear more sunscreen than usual!! If the sun is up, always wear sunscreen when going outside - don’t forget your face and nape!!

Avoid going out at 12:00-16:00 and don’t stay under the sun too long! If you catch yourself being outside the hours 12:00-16:00 GET INSIDE no matter how alluring the sea or the pool looks. A sunstroke can rob you of 2-3 days of fun and waste your money.

If you are light skinned, red skin indicates your skin is hurt. (You’d be surprised to learn how many people don’t get it). Cover the red part and don’t continue going out in the sun for long. The rest of your skin is going to become red and peel soon if you don’t take care. If you are out, have the red part very well covered! Moisturizing creams help red skin a lot.

Wear a hat, it only helps! (it can make a small difference when it comes to sunstroke) Also, it’s better to *cover* your skin to protect it from intense sunlight! (no matter your skin color) Don’t be fooled by the heat and start going around in your swimwear for hours!

Swimming doesn’t protect you from the sun! The water reflects the sunlight and you can get even more damage! (Usually people have half of the body out of the water and that’s where the light hits).

When the light starts getting quite low prepare for mosquitos. Mosquito repellent sprays, creams and candles, as well as mosquito nets on the doors and windows, are your friends! Avoid getting near to bodies of sweet water.

Drink lots of water frequently! Take many bottles with you in a bag, I am not joking. Observe your urine to see if it’s darker than usual - if it is, then you need to hydrate more, no matter what you feel you are doing. Don’t drink *frozen* water (just mildly cold, “δροσερό”). Frozen water is not as refreshing and helpful as you think. It can also hurt your neck and lungs if they get exposed to frozen water constantly and make them irritated and swollen. (Lungs get cold because of the water going down near them. It’s rare, but it happens)

Make sure your alcoholic drinks are safe! Ask the locals if any place is notorious for serving adulterated alcoholic drinks and better avoid getting cheap alcohol from the kiosk (unless the kiosk has a stock of a reasonably priced sealed bottles of a certain brand you trust. But then again... still be hesitant).

For your wallet health

Do all the above to avoid sunstrokes and dehydration or say goodbye to your free days and money :P

Exchange homes with a Greek for a month. There are some programs which do that. If you are that type of person, this solution might work for you. You even can stay with your Greek friends for some days, if that’s possible for them.

You don’t have to go to an island. We have plenty of places that are just as gorgeous and more merciful to your wallet. If you want to go to an island, there are some cheaper ones. And, even though each island has a unique history, lots of islands have similar environment and aesthetics.

Avoid tourist traps (trust me, you’ll be attracted to them, even Greeks get attracted there and then regret it :p) and search the area for other restaurants before sitting somewhere. For cheap but qualitative food use the supermarkets, your local bakery and cooked meal restaurants. (Try ordering from sites like efood.gr and deliveras.gr)

For souvenirs spend money on something that you can’t get in your country. Don’t get a cactus souvenir on a plain pot and say “I got that from Greece” because it won’t show and nobody will care xD Buy something more... obvious. (Ok I don’t mean you have to buy a shirt that says “GREECE”, something more subtle, if you like :p)

You can probably find the same souvenir for cheaper in another less popular tourist area (or even in the shop ten meters down the road!).

#tourism #greece #travel #mediterranean #summer #greek island #tourism advice

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the-musical-cc · 3 years

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The Anotherholic novel has quite some tidbits of randomness that I sadly haven’t seen anyone commenting so here I go (And keep in mind I don’t know how much you can rely on this one as it was written by someone other than CLAMP? But it seems they were involved.) :

Yuuko mentions ‘English gentlemen are the most honorable ones out there, they’d never be up to anything suspicious’ which is funny considering the one British guy she’s shown to know is precisely the opposite.

She’s also apparently really good at breaking codes- not magically, either. There is also something to how she’s apparently a really fast texter but in ‘Rou’ Watanuki says pressing the keys gets on his nerves, like- it’s funny the senior of them is better with tech than the junior.

She’s CONSTANTLY MAKING PUNS (They’re untranslatable most of the time but still.) much to Watanuki’s chagrin. You don’t understand, Yuuko making silly puns that make Watanuki want to murder is one of my favorite headcanons.

Watanuki can sense when people are having rude thoughts about him. It’s for comedic effect, I think but there ARE some hints to his sealed powers being still present in aspects where they’re there to warn him of things that could be bad for him, so it may be part of that (Which makes the whole thing with Himawari so much more WORSE.)

Going back to the rude thoughts- he usually pins it on either Yuuko or Doumeki.

Apparently, at one point Watanuki lost all of what he’d fared in Yuuko’s shop thanks to his big mouth- he made a gamble that if shiritori ever saved his life, he’d happily give away what he’d earned thus far.

Yuuko keeps calling him ‘My Watanuki’. (Not sure if it’s a different translation from the ‘Our Watanuki’ used in the manga to imply his ‘Belonging’ to the shop, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking melt.)

She also calls him ‘My adorable Watanuki’ but I’m not sure how serious she’s being there.

The single best exchange between them, hands down: ‘Now you’re starting to scare me.’ ‘I exist to scare you’.

There’s this joke I’m not sure I understand where she says two times in a row that she ‘Won’t give him a raise’, but the second time ‘Raise’ is in italics and my perv ass mind immediately went to the gutter. Looking up the word for ‘Raise’ and whether it had alternate meanings didn’t help much as it apparently has a ton, ranging from ‘To give someone an updo’ to ‘To bear a child’ going through ‘To fry’. In any case it seems like she’s implying something improper. Watanuki’s reaction being that he’s uncomfortable she’s making it sound ‘Real’ makes me lean towards that even more.

Yuuko owns a ten-gallon hat... and wears it indoors. To lay around on her sofa.

Apparently, the reason she smart-mouths him so much is she doesn’t want him to get a big head- which if we consider how powerful he’ll become in the future, is not entirely a bad call.

Another exchange ‘If I am forced to eat something besides flowing somen today, I may well die.’ ‘Glad to hear it.’ Kid. KID. I don’t know if the writer knew back then where this was going but oof those words are gonna haunt you.

Watanuki vowed to himself never to become like her at some point. I can’t tell if it’s more sad or funny.

The ‘Aerosol’ chapter of the novel is where the thing about his dislike of Doumeki on first sight being because the spirits were influencing his mood and keeping him away from the one thing that could help him draw them away came from. I’d seen that mentioned by fans before but wasn’t sure where it had come from. Though in terms of his character and furthermore the ‘Curse’ placed on him by Fei Wong , it made sense for Watanuki to reject someone that might save him and be attracted to someone that might kill him instead, so I accepted it.

There’s also a thing about how his beef with Doumeki is ‘He has what Watanuki wants and doesn’t have what Watanuki doesn’t want.’ but that one sounds like he’s just rationalized the visceral reaction.

‘Had he ever felt that keenly about anyone? He had good friends, and he had a family. He had a girl he liked. But were his feelings for them so powerful that he would make them into ghosts if they died? He might have eyes that could see spirits. But that did not mean they could see who was important to him.’ OK nevermind the writer KNEW.

Add ‘You think I’d be involved in anything GOOD?’ to the golden Yuuko quotes list.

Also apparently Watanuki thinks if he were to stop coming to the shop she’d starve. She does make a comment to that effect earlier on so he’s not entirely being sarcastic.

For a moment there, Watanuki thinks he’s paid enough to be able to stop working for Yuuko and just like in my wildest fanfiction dreams, he’s not happy. He gets sad that he’s never going to see her again and that he couldn’t even get to thank her, feed her one last time and say goodbye properly and can you tell I’m dead? ‘cause I am.

In the same instance, he finds he no longer finds Doumeki repellent and getting to know him better sounds like ‘A dandy idea’. Which I guess is because this seems to be timed BEFORE the ghost lady that made him sick and they aren’t really all that close just yet. Otherwise I think he’d try to stick to status quo a bit more.

The fact that he sees spirits bothers and terrifies Watanuki not because of the spirits themselves but because it makes him different from everyone else and he DESPERATELY wants to feel he belongs. Am I crying? Yes.

Around the end, it seems to also be the first instance where Watanuki asks Yuuko if there is any wish he wants him to grant for her. Followed by her asking jokingly (Or not?) if this is his first step in a campaign to take the shop from her?. Um. Ouch.

Also, Yuuko hints at Watanuki’s wish of losing the ability to see spirits ultimately not making him happy if it’s granted. Which we now know is probably right.

#xxxholic #CLAMP #Yuuko Ichihara #Kimihiro Watanuki #anotherholic

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tigerkirby215 · 4 years

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5e Rell, the Iron Maiden build (League of Legends)

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

I SHOULD BE MAKING AKALI RIGHT NOW :))))))

I did a coinflip with Rell: it was either her or Akali and she ended up winning. I’m honestly super hyped for Rell which is odd because I don’t really play tank supports. I find Leona and Nautilus boring as sin, though I do enjoy Galio and Maokai on occasion. I guess I’ve just been playing in top lane a lot more and I want a big bulky tank who I can dive into teamfights with as a support.

Also the memes for this champ are freaking golden.

But Rell presents a very unique kit that has a lot of potential in D&D. Basically I get to make a character other than Nunu & Willump who rides a mount and I get to stick everything I can remotely justify as being Ferromancy onto this character.

GOALS

Run ‘em all down - Rell is the third champ to have a mount. Aren’t horses just the best?

We fight together - Your outside may be cold but connecting to people is how you move on from trauma... or use that trauma for a massive stun in a teamfight.

I’ll bust you down to scrap! - Rell’s quirk is Ferromancy, the magic of manipulating metal, most specifically through magnetism. Fucking magnets; how do they work?

RACE

Rell is a human... but we can’t always go for Variant Human, so let’s spice it up a bit! She may not have divine blood but I’m sure someone at the academy had healing magic. So since she’s a support with eyes aglow with energy why not go for an Aasimar? More specifically a Scourge Aasimar. Your Charisma increases by 2 and your Constitution increases by 1.

Your glyphs give you a big mix of magic from your friends back at the academy: Darkvision for darkvision, Celestial Resistance for resistance to necrotic and radiant damage, Light Bearer for the Light cantrip, and Healing Hands for a bit of healing magic. Your Scourge subrace also gives you Radiant Consumption at level 3, which I’ll cover when you get there.

If you’re set on playing a human: A Variant Human (+1 CON, +1 STR) with either the Mounted Combatant feat or Heavy Armor Master feat would make sense. There are other feats to consider but these would be the most in-character for Rell.

ABILITITY SCORES

15; STRENGTH - Iron stands eternal, and iron is heavy.

14; CHARISMA - You may be a grouchy teenager, and you may also be incredibly awkward when hitting on people, but Charisma is considered as “inner strength” in 5e. You’ve certainly got plenty of that!

13; CONSTITUTION - You are a tank after all, and with the +1 from our race that equals a 14 for a nice boost to HP.

12; DEXTERITY - As heavy as iron is you were trained for peak physical condition. DEX is tied to many things, notably Initiative which is very important for a frontliner.

10; INTELLIGENCE - You went to an academy, but it was a Noxian war academy. Still it’s possible that you got some history lessons.

8; WISDOM - You’re a hothead in both the metaphorical and literal sense. You think asking questions is on the mind of a teenager who’s angry with the world?

BACKGROUND

There’s a lot of backgrounds that would fit Rell, though unfortunately nothing edgy enough like “Test Subject Turned Human Superweapon.” But considering your lifestyle of roaming the Noxian countryside Outlander is probably pretty accurate. You get proficiency in Athletics and Survival and while you’d normally get a Musical Instrument I’d actually suggest you grab Smith’s Tools instead because... yeah duh. You can also learn a Language of your choice so pick whatever you think would constitute Noxian.

Your Wanderer background feature will make sure you survive and thrive on the Noxian countryside. You always remember the general layout of the land, and you can find food and fresh water for yourself and up to five other people each day. And you can even rip some iron out of the earth to make them bowls and cups to eat and drink with!

(Concept art by Riot Games)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - PALADIN 1

Starting off as a Paladin because even if proficiency in Wisdom saves is weird we need the Heavy Armor proficiency because... yeah duh. Speaking of proficiencies take Intimidation because you’re a murder-hungry metalmancer, and I dunno Medicine would make sense since you’re a support and all.

You also get Divine Sense, as the magic in your veins helps you detect celestials, fiends, or undead. And because you’re a support you can use Shattering Strike to heal thanks to Lay on Hands. I could explain both these abilities in detail, but I’m also an angry teenager who’s sick of explaining abilities with insanely long descriptions that you can read for yourself.

LEVEL 2 - PALADIN 2

Second level Paladins get their Fighting Style, and of course for a tank support Defense would be best for more AC. You also get some Ferromancy Spellcasting. (Well technically Divine spellcasting but don’t tell anyone that.) You can prepare a number of Paladin spells equal to your Charisma modifier plus half your Paladin level:

To sharpen your lace (or more realistically pike) a little more Divine Favor will make every blow hurt just a little bit more.

Heroism will help in times of strife to let your anger take over any fear.

To manipulate armor to block some more blows Shield of Faith will increase the target’s AC for a time.

To stun with Attract and Repel Thunderous Smite will do damage and knock enemies prone, making them easier to hit and forcing them to spend time getting up.

But of course you can just as easily ignore all of that in favor of Divine Smite, channeling all your magic and hatred into a burst of Radiant damage on your weapon attacks. Particularly effective against undead!

On Rell’s weapon: I’d suggest a Pike over a Lance because a d12 isn’t worth Disadvantage in melee range, even if you will eventually be performing mounted combat. Feel free to have a lance as backup for when you do start riding a horse.

LEVEL 3 - PALADIN 3

At third level you can choose your Sacred Oath, and I know how much you hate Noxus but Oath of the Crown actually has some pretty good abilities for our purposes. Yup of all the champions to break out the Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide for it’s Rell.

You get two Channel Divinity options: Champion Challenge makes enemies unable to move more than 30 feet away from you for a Magnetic Overload, and Turn the Tide will heal everyone of your choice for a d6 plus your Charisma (if they’re below half health) for some Redemption saves.

But both of these Channel Divinities are admittedly situational, so if your DM allows Tasha’s rulings then Harness Divine Power will also let you recover a first level spell slot. Speaking of spells as a Crown Paladin you get Command to twist your enemy’s armor to your whim, and Compelled Duel for a single-target Concentration version of Champion Challenge.

And as a Scourge Aasimar you get now get Radiant Consumption. As an action you can unleash the magic within you, glowing violently and doing Radiant damage equal to half your level to everyone around you. Additionally, once on each of your turns you can deal extra radiant damage when you damage an enemy with an attack or a spell. The extra radiant damage equals your level. You can only go all out just once per long rest, so if your ever wonder why anime protagonists keep their ultimate attack until the end of the fight: it burns you so much you can only use it once.

LEVEL 4 - PALADIN 4

4th level means another Ability Score Improvement but instead we’re going to be taking a Feat. You’re probably thinking we’re going for Mounted Combatant, right?

WRONG! We’re taking Heavy Armor Master, because you can literally control your armor to make it stronger! Your Strength increases by 1 and any damage you take from non-magic weapons is reduced by 3!

You can also prepare another spell, but we’ll wait for...

(Concept art by Riot Games)

LEVEL 5 - PALADIN 5

5th level time for Extra Attack. Two attacks in a turn to pretend you’re the ADC!

Also time for HONSE! Find Steed lets you summon a Warhorse, and others but a Warhorse is probably the most accurate representation of your mount. The steed is considered a celestial, fey, or fiend (your choice), and its intelligence is set to 6. It can also understand one language you can speak, which is good because you can speak to it telepathically.

You can make any spell that only targets you also target your steed, and when it drops to 0 hit points, it disappears, leaving behind no physical form. You can dismiss your steed at any time as an action, causing it to disappear. In either case, casting this spell again summons the same steed, restored to its hit point maximum.

And thanks to your subclass you also learn Warding Bond to bond with an ally, and Zone of Truth to get the Black Rose to admit to what they did. Technically speaking you can’t put a ring on your horse, but as a DM I’d probably allow you to make a 50 gp platinum horse shoe to give the honse a Warding Bond.

LEVEL 6 - PALADIN 6

6th level Paladins get Aura of Protection. You and everyone within 10 feet of you gets a bonus to saving throws equal to your Charisma modifier, because iron stands eternal and so does teenage angst.

You can also prepare another spell like Aid to steel your party’s resolve for any danger. Metal pun unintended.

LEVEL 7 - PALADIN 7

Here’s why we aren’t taking Mounted Combatant. 7th level Crown Paladins get Divine Allegiance, allowing you to use your reaction to take damage for a creature within 5 feet of you. They take no damage, but the damage you take can’t be reduced or prevented in any way.

Sure a 5 foot aura is just objectively worse than the Redemption Paladin’s 10 foot Aura of the Guardian that does literally the exact same thing (pro tip: ask your DM to just increase the range of the aura), but you know what’s always within 5 feet of you? Your horse. So feel free to take hits for your trusty mount. And if an ally is nearby you should probably tank for them too.

LEVEL 8 - PALADIN 8

8th level means an Ability Score Improvement. We’re still riding around in big bulky armor so more Strength to carry that armor would be nice.

You can also prepare another spell like Lesser Restoration for some Tenacity.

(Concept art by Riot Games)

LEVEL 9 - BARD 1

How’s this for a surprise? Multiclassing into Bard gives you proficiency in one skill, and one musical instrument. Take Animal Handling because you literally summon a horse for yourself, and a Noxian War Drum.

Bards get Bardic Inspiration: d6s equal to your Charisma modifier to help support your allies. They can add the d6 to an ability check, attack roll, or saving throw they make. Buff up their armor, or weaken the enemy’s armor!

But of course as a Bard you get more Spellcasting! Check page whatever-it-is for how multiclassing works. You get two cantrips from the Bard list: Mage Hand will let you magnetize an object closer to you, and Vicious Mockery will let you yell angrily at the enemy not to hurt your friends.

You can also learn 4 spells from the Bard list: you are a support so you can take Cure Wounds for some Summoner: Heal. Disguise Self will help you if Noxian police are looking for you. And both Earth Tremor and Thunderwave will help you manipulate the metal beneath your enemies’ feet and sunder the ground beneath them.

LEVEL 10 - BARD 2

You have a little bit of everything in your glyphs which means Jack of All Trades will always be able to help you. You can also recuperate after a long night on the Noxian countryside thanks to Song of Rest.

You can also learn another spell but we will wait for...

LEVEL 11 - BARD 3

Third level Bards can choose their Bardic College and you did go to the academy to become a weapon after all. College of Valor Bards are instruments of war with Combat Inspiration, letting allies use their Bardic Inspiration to hurt more with their swords or defend themselves better with their armor. “Fight like you mean it. Die for something that matters!” You do also get some skill proficiencies but... you already had them.

You do get Expertise in two skills however! Intimidation comes naturally to a living weapon, and even though it’s technically not a living animal in LoL you still need Animal Handling for your mount from Find Steed.

And finally you can learn spells. If you want the honest truth the only reason we took Bard levels is for Heat Metal, the obligatory Ferromancy spell. But you can also grab Hold Person to lock a foe’s armor in place.

LEVEL 12 - BARD 4

4th level means an Ability Score Improvement, and since we’re now investing in the spellcasting side of things I’d recommend some Charisma to make that better. Remember that more Charisma does mean more Paladin spells, so be sure to hop back there to prepare more.

Because I’m not going to tell you what to prepare, as we need to concentrate on your new cantrip! You are the ferromancer, so Mending is kinda obligatory. You can also learn another spell but again we shall wait for...

LEVEL 13 - BARD 5

5th level Bards get Font of Inspiration, letting their Bardic Inspiration come back on a Short Rest. Which is good, because your Bardic Inspiration increases to a d8!

You can also learn third level spells now which means we can finally take Mass Healing Word to further our support role, and Hypnotic Pattern for a massive team-wide stun.

(Artwork by @Cookie3v3 on Twitter)

LEVEL 14 - SORCERER 1

You were born with magic after all, so I’d have to go into Sorcerer at some point. It’s just that the other levels were more important, and this kinda ends up being more for flavor than anything. Regardless you get your subclass at level 1 as a Sorcerer and hey I actually get to use the Clockwork Soul for a Ferromancer. You can Restore Balance at level 1, denying Advantage or Disadvantage and turn it into a straight roll.

Oh and hey: more Spellcasting! But this time with a side of Clockwork Magic for Abjuration or Transmutation spells. Since both the spells you’d normally get a little iffy I’d suggest replacing them with both Absorb Elements and Shield for some Magic Resistance and Armor.

You also get four cantrips and two leveled spells. Fire Bolt lets you fling a piece of molten metal at the enemy, because you may as well have a ranged weapon. For some basic metal sundering from the ground Mold Earth will let you manipulate small pockets of iron in the soil. Message will let you coordinate with your teammates without yelling everything in /all. And because you’ve got a ridiculous amount of cantrips you may as well grab Prestidigitation for basic magic manipulation.

For your leveled spells Magic Missile will let you fling metal with the utmost precision, and Burning Hands for burning metal addressed to “whom it may concern.”

LEVEL 15 - SORCERER 2

Second level Sorcerers get a Font of Magic. You get 2 Sorcery Points that can be converted into spell slots... for now. So basically you get another first level spell slot!

LEVEL 16 - SORCERER 3

3rd level Sorcerers get their Metamagic. These are features that use your Sorcery points to augment your spells: to make sure that no one lives to hide the tale of the academy Heightened Spell will give an enemy disadvantage on their first saving throw against one of your spells. Alternatively if you want to both stab and smash Quickened Spell will let you cast a spell as a Bonus Action, to really maximize your APM.

You also get more Clockwork Magic, but since you already have both Aid and Lesser Restoration I’d instead suggest taking Levitate for some reverse-magnetism, and a little spell from Elemental Evil called Maximilian’s Earthen Grasp.

If your opponent doesn’t know how magnets work then Blur can really mess with their ability to hit you. And you know I haven’t taken Flash yet so... Misty Step!

LEVEL 17 - SORCERER 4

Fourth level Sorcerers get an Ability Score Improvement and well we did invest in 3 different spellcasters, so increasing that spellcasting with more Charisma would probably be smart. Remember that more Charisma means more Paladin spells! As well as a stronger Paladin aura and more Bardic Inspiration.

You also get another spell known and honestly there are a lot of great ones at second level of Sorcerer but Shatter is the best for ripping through metal. You also get another cantrip because I guess Sorcerers don’t have enough cantrips: if you get surrounded you can sunder the ground as if swords were bursting around you... in a Sword Burst... yeah...

(Artwork made for Riot Games)

LEVEL 18 - SORCERER 5

5th level Sorcerers get third level spells and I’d hate to admit it but both Dispel Magic and Protection from Energy from Clockwork Magic do make sense for Rell.

But you know what we don’t have enough of? Ground-based attacks. So take Erupting Earth, because your magic is Ferromancy. Not Fireballs or Haste, both of which would probably honestly be stronger. Honestly feel free to drop some of your early Sorcerer spells, because you’ve got more than enough spell slots for the big stuff.

LEVEL 19 - SORCERER 6

6th level Clockwork Soul Sorcerers get the feature we kinda went into this subclass for: Bastion of Law. As an action, you can spend 1 to 5 sorcery points to create a magical ward around yourself or another creature within 30 feet.

The warded creature gets a number of d8s equal to the number of sorcery points spent to create it. When the warded creature takes damage, it can expend any number of those dice to roll them and reduce the damage taken by the total rolled on those dice. This is going to be one of your main supportive features... atop of all your other “main supportive features.”

Oh and you’d get more spells but I kinda want...

LEVEL 20 - SORCERER 7

7th level Sorcerers can learn 4th spells like Sickening Radiance for some good old-fashioned war crimes, and Fire Shield which was added to the Sorcerer spell list thanks to Tasha’s! Clockwork Magic also lets you weaponize your horse with Summon Construct, but I’d suggest grabbing Banishment as your other spell to lock the weak away like they did to the Null.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

Fighting together? Guess it's not too bad - You’ve got plenty of good assists. Bardic Inspiration and Bastion of Law shields, and a big pile of spells to help the team.

Nothing gets in; no one gets out - Turns out that manipulating metal means very little can get at you. Strong AC, very good range with Reach to play keep-away in melee and a horse to run around, and of course Aura of Protection to turn your weakest save into a +5! And decent HP to boot!

This is who I am now - It wasn’t my intention when making the character but... turns out Jack of All Trades does in fact make you a jack of all trades. Decent skill checks all around and a crazy good Intimidation check means that while you maybe won’t be the first choice you’ll always be up for the task.

CONS

“Excellence is measured in sacrifice”... or whatever - Three way multiclassing gives you a lot, but not a whole lot of it. Your spell slots go all the way up to 8th level but your best spells max out at 4th level. Smites exist and you can always melt down your spell slots, but perhaps it would’ve been smarter to lessen the number of classes and get more value out of what you have.

That's... that's cool... I'm cool... - Ever heard of the concept known as “choice paralysis?” With so many spells to choose on top of subclass features that take your actions it can be hard to pick what’s right in every scenario. Woes of playing support, where you need to think of everything at once. Can’t just run in and stab.

The helpless fight; the hardened live - Jack of All Trades is good for skill checks... not for combat. You can fight, heal, and sling spells decently but don’t really stand out in any particular area. You’ve got a hundred different tools to deal with the rabble but when your friends go All Out you’ll likely be stuck getting assists.

But you’ve got all a girl could ever ask for: a cute pony and enough armor to survive a ballistic missile. You were built to be a weapon and a damn good weapon you are: as sharp as you are sturdy, and as versatile as you are resourceful. Who cares if you’re a little rough around the edges? You’re sixteen! You’ve got your whole life ahead of you! Minus the lingering trauma of being tortured by your own mother... Eh. Who doesn’t have a tragic backstory nowadays?

(Artwork by @dreadstardraws on Twitter.)

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Complete Magical Herb List, taken from my own grimoire

Acorn-Luck, wisdom, youth, personal power

Allspice- Money, Lck, Treasure, Determination

Almond- Wisdom and fruitfulness. Helps one

overcome a dependency or addiction

Aloe-Protection, Luck. Place at a grave to bring peace.

Anise-helps ward off evil, find happiness, prevents

nightmares, good in bath spells.

Apple- Love, Immortality, Friendship, Healing. Apples

make good offerings, especially at Samhan

Apricot- Love and attracting love.

Asparagus- masculan sex magick

Bamboo- Hex breaking, wishes, luck.

Banana- fertility, potency, prosperity

Basil-Love, exorcism, wealth, sympathy, protection

Bayleaf-Good fortune, success, strength, purification

Beet- Love. Juice can substitute blood in rituals.

Birch-Protection, Exorcism, Putification

Blackberry-Healing and money. Berrys are sacred.

Blueberry-Protection from enemies. Can cause confusion if you throw one in the path of an enemy

Cabbage- Fertility, Profit, good luck, lunar magick

Cactus- Chastity, banishing, protection

Carnations-Strength, healing, enhancing power, achieving balance. Burn to enhance creativity

Carrot- Lust, fertility, abundance

Catnip-Love, beauty, happiness, attracts spirits. Sacred

to cat deities and animal magick.

Cedar- Confidence, strength, protection, healing. Berries are good for anti theft spells and warding off snakes

Celery- Mental power, lust, male potency

Chamomile- Love, healing, reduce stress. Drink tea in

meditation, to destress and to get a restful sleep.

.Cherry-love, divination, happiness

Chili pepper- fidelity, love, breaks hexes

Chives- protection and weight loss

Chrysanthemum- protection, grow in your

garden to ward off evil

Cilantro- brings peace to the home and helps

attune one with their soul

Cinnamon- Spirituality, success, healing, power, love,

luck, strength, and prosperity.

Clove-love, money, protection

Clover- fidelity, money, luck. Love, success

Coconut- Chastity, protection, purification

Coffee- Helps dispel nightmares and negativity, helps

overcome internal blockages, provides peace of mind and grounding.

Corn- Protection, divination, good luck

Cotton-rain, protection, luck, healing.

Cucumber-chastity, fertility, healing

Cumin- fidelity, protection, and theft prevention

Curry- protection. Burn curry powder to keep evil forces away.

Cypress- death and mourning, stimulates healing and helps one overcome the pain of grief

Daffodil- Love, Luck, and fertility

Daisy- innocence and innocent love. Associated with children and newborns

Dandelion- healing, purification, wishes, and spirit work

Elderberries- sleep, releasing enchantments, protection against negative people and the temptation to harm others. Note, every part of this plant is poisonous.

Elm- love, protection from lightning.

Fennel seed- imparts strength, vitality, and sexual virility and masculinity.

Feverfew- protects against sickness and accidents. Use for healing spells.

Frankincense- Successful ventures, cleansing, purification, productivity, concentration and meditation.

Garlic- healing, protection, repels vampires, purifies spaces and objects.

Ginger- Draws adventure and new experiences. Promptes sentuality, confidence, and success

Grape- fertility, money, mental strength

Grapefruit- cleansing and purification

Hibiscus-attracting love, lust, and dreams

Hollyhock- Increases the flow of money, aids in financial flourishing.

Honey- for attraction, solar magick, and sweetness.

Honeysuckle- Draws money, success, and quick abundance. Aides confidence and persuasiveness.

Ivy- Protection, healing, fertility, love.

Jasmine- ideas, Divination, charging, attracting a soulmate, can induce sleep and dreams.

Juniper- promotes healing and good health, attracts healing energies and protects against theft

Lavender- Peace, love, protection, healing, sleep, purification, and healing from depression

Lemon- cleansing, purification, removal of blockages, dealing with pain

Lemon Balm- Love, Success, Healing, spiritual growth and development. Use in healing spells for mental illness

Lemongrass- psychic cleansing and opening, use in lust potions

Lettuce- Divination, sleep, lunar magick, sex magick, love spells

Lilac- Wisdom, memory, luck, spiritual aid

Lily-renewal, rebirti, marriage, prosperity,the life cycle, death.

Lime-purification, protection, promotes tranquility, strengthens love.

Maple-Love, money, longevity, luck

Marjoram- Cleansing, Purification, dispelling negativity, strengthening love, infuse in bath spells to aid grief

May Flowers- attracts adventure and chaos into your life

Mint- energy, communication, and vitality. Use in healing spells and place on alter to attract good spirits.

Morning Glory-Binding, banishing. Note, this plant is poisonous.

Mugwort- Lust, fertility, helps ease backaches and cure disease.

Mustard Seed- Courage, faith, and endurance.

Narcissus- calms vibrations, promotes harmony and peace of mind.

Nutmeg- Money, prosperity, luck, curse breaking

Oak- wisdom, strength, to preserve youth, and increase attraction. strengthens unity, The most sacred tree.

Oatmeal- for worship, use in offerings.

Olive-Fidelity, peace, marriage, healing, potency and lust

Onion- Prosperity, stability, endurance, banishing bad habits.

Orange-love, luck, divination, happiness, self confidence, blessing

Orchid- Concentration, strengthen memory, focus and willpower

Oregano- Joy, strength, vitality and energy.

Palo Santo- if you’ve been cursed use this herb to break it.

Paprika-Add to spell to energise it. Throw into someone’s yard to cause them problems. Parsley- Calms and protects the home, draws prosperity and financial increase, restores a sense of well being.

Peach- Fertility, Love, Wisdom. Peach Pits ward off evil, increase love and fertility.

Peas- Money, love

Pecan-Employment, success, security, career success.

Pepper- courage, banishing negative vibrations. Carry to ward off jealousy.

Peppermint-healing, cleansing, purification. Burn to clear out sickness and keep under your pillow for prophetic dreams.

Pine-promotes clean breaks, new beginnings, prosperity and success.

Pineapple- Luck, Money, and chastity.

Pumpkin- Health, spirit work, and lunar magick

Raspberry- Healing, Protection, and love. Use to reduce pain during pregnancy and bathe in raspberry to keep a relationship alive.

Rice- rain, fertility, protection

Rose- love, divine love, self love, friendships, domestic relationships and domestic peace.

Rosemary- good health, love, good memory, prevents nightmares, wash in rosemary before healing rituals

Sage-purification, dealing with loss and grief, improves mental stability, burned for cleansing and purification

Sandalwood- Protection, healing, clears negative energy, making wishes

Salt-purification, grounding, protection magick and circle casting

Spearmint-healing, love, protection while sleeping. Burn for healing respiratory conditions.

Strawberry- Attracts success, good fortune, and favorable circumstances.

Sugar- love spells, to bring sweetness to a sintuation, sex magick

Tea-courage, strength, divination, use as a base for potions.

Thyme- Loyalty, love, affection, grief, courage, purification, use in baths to cleanse and ward off nightmares.

Tomado- use in love spells

Vanilla-Love, Lust, passion, restoring lost emotions and energy. Increases mental strength.

Vinegar- banishing, binding, averting evil

Walnut- access to divine energy

Willow- draws strength and love, healing, and overcoming sadness. The sacred wishing tree. Wear a sprig of willow when facing the death of a loved one.

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merryfortune · 3 years

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Get Well Soon

Ship: Chiyu/Shindoine

Fandom: Healin’ Good PreCure

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags: Canon Divergence, Enemies to Lovers, Redemption Arc, Minor or Implied Relationships

Synopsis: Unrequited feelings are a disease and it sure is going around a lot lately.

She wasn’t sure when reality had slapped her in the face, but it had and it had hard.

It had even left its mark. Again, she wasn’t really sure when it had. Or maybe it had every time and she had been so quick with the blush of denial; she never noticed the pink in her cheeks that wasn’t rouge.

But, at long last and overdue, Shindoine was finally ready to face the facts. King Byougen was not in love with her.

She was madly in love with him, but he did not feel the same way. She was nothing but a nuisance to him. Nothing at all to him. Just another replaceable soldier but he was the one to have named her. To have first called her by Shindoine and when he had spoken that name, she had swooned. To be given meaning and identity and purpose but for what? To be just another token in a losing war?

It was awful. Made Shindoine’s heart twist and turn and knot.

She had listened to that wretched thing for so long in the place of advice more down to Earth, stemming from the likes of Guwaiwaru and Daruizen. Shindoine sighed and suddenly nothing mattered to her. Not the shimmer on her eyelids nor the lipstick that she used; her nails seemed blunt despite having been treated this morning.

Even with all the gloom and misery around her, the bubbling and magmic world of one so thoroughly and endlessly undermined, wasn’t quite good enough for the heavy feelings that Shindoine wallowed in. If she was going to feel sorry for herself, she needed somewhere which wasn’t here because here had nothing but pebbles to kick and no one at all to bully.

Somehow being hit with the I told you so from either of her fellow Generals hurt more than the actual revelation that her feelings towards King Byougen were useless.

So, to the Human World it was.

But it wasn’t the same.

When she was on the rampage before, it had been done in the name of love and there was nothing more invigorating than that. And no, the irony wasn’t lost on Shindoine. She was at her peak, physically, mentally, and emotionally, when she was in love. Doing it all for her precious King Byougen. All healthy and refreshed. Disgusting. Now she only had pity and other pathetic feelings for that Shindoine she had been before she had accepted the reality rather than making herself up with make-up and denial.

It was so much rosier back then. Even if back then was mere hours ago, really.

Shindoine looked around. She hardly knew where she was, just walking around in a daze. Sulky and depressed. Worst still, she was ignored. Or at least she thought she was ignored. She was certainly doing a lot of ignoring as she heavied herself with all the different ways that she could negatively self-talk about herself and her stupid, unrequited love.

But looking up, blinking, getting dazzled by the sunlight, she had to squint but Shindoine was almost certain she knew this place. That she had been here before. The stony steps; the wooden building, and a very, very subtle and well-hidden smell of sulfur.

She growled to herself as she let another terrible realisation dawn on her. This was where the blue, water-themed Pretty Cure hailed from. Cure Fontaine. Shindoine could feel her skin crawl but for some reason, it didn’t repel her. Rather, it further attracted her to this building.

It could be fun to wreck. To rend it with all her angst and loathing. Slipping inside undetected wasn’t too hard, either. Shindoine looked around. It was different to a lot of the other human dwellings that she had been inside of. That a vastly different style, to it. The bamboo on the flooring, the layout that had a natural flow to it. It seemed older. She didn’t necessarily dislike it as she explored it for an idea of something to infect with a Nano Byougen.

Only, she didn’t end up doing that. She ended up in its backyard with nothing speaking to her with inspiration. Not in a destructive way at least. Shindoine found herself mildly intrigued by the hot springs. It had been a long day and the warmth was pleasing to her skin. It was gentle; not like the harsh, raking warmth of her home world.

So, she indulged herself. She deserved it, after all. It had been a horrible past few hours and walking around aimlessly in her high heels had done a number on the soles of her feet so she sat down at the rocks. She took off her shoes, took off her pantyhose too and she tried dipping her toes in the water.

Shindoine could have melted when she broke the tranquil meniscus of the water. She shivered and she sighed. It was wonderful as she let herself go deeper; her toes grazing the scrubbed down bottom of the hot springs. It was soft but still had a rocky feel; it was fun texture. For the first time in hours, Shindoine smiled to herself and she drank in her surrounds. How quiet it was; that hidden smell of sulfur. Oh, it was perfect.

It could have been perfect.

It was perfect, very much so, right up until the moment when she heard a clatter behind her. Something dropped in surprise, buckets and brooms and that sort of thing.

Shindoine turned her head with a scowl. She saw a familiar face that she couldn’t quite place but she knew her luck, even if she didn’t know this girl as that girl was undoubtedly Cure Fontaine, even if she wasn’t in her big, plucky dress and the like. She smiled awkwardly.

“My apologies,” she began and Shindoine was almost about to tell her to save it before she continued, “I didn’t realise that we had a guest.”

She then bent down to pick up what she had dropped - and it had been exactly what Shindoine had thought, a bucket and a mop. Shindoine glared. Pouted, too, chewing the inside of her cheek.

“I can leave, too, if you would prefer privacy. I don’t want to disturb someone whilst they are soaking.” she said.

“If its you, I don’t mind.” Shindoine said. “We can call a truce for today, Fontaine, I’m not bothered enough to go on a rampage today.”

“Oh, dear…” she murmured, and she set aside her cleaning supplies.

Shindoine groaned to herself. Now she had gone and done it. She had a feeling that this was about to be more bothersome than conjuring a Megabyougen and trying to destroy the place. And yet, she didn’t try to do that. To throw dirt in the face of that truce and instead let the Pretty Cure sit down next to her. Her feet dipping into the water and all as she held onto her apron, a look of concern on her face.

It made Shindoine sick to her stomach. The way this girl could just give her a break like this. If it was the other way around, Shindoine knew that she would be merciless. One of the Pretty Cure having a bad day? There wouldn’t be another opportunity like it but the moment she, the villainess and arch-nemesis of this very girl has a bad day?

She sits down with her and makes the most soft-eyed expressions. It revolted Shindoine as she tried to look away from said soft-eyed expressions. She was too pretty, that girl. It irked Shindoine.

She sat down next to her and straightened up her apron that she wore and looked up to Shindoine and said, “You can call me Chiyu, if you like.”

Shindoine very much did not like that but she did anyway.

“What’s got you so down, hm? Do you want to talk about it?” Chiyu asked.

Shindoine very much did not want to talk about it with Chiyu but she did anyway. In a small, uncertain voice, she admitted to this Pretty Cure what the troubles with her bubbles were, making ripples in the water with her foot, Shindoine very simply explained herself, “He’s not in love with me.”

Chiyu’s expression all but shattered. That soft look in her blue eyes hardened, turned almost icy and if Shindoine didn’t know any better, she would say that Chiyu empathesied very much with her crisis.

And sure enough, she did, she mumbled back, “I know the feeling.”

“Oh please,” Shindoine huffed, flicking water about, “as if. Who in the world would turn down you? Me? I can understand. Who would want a no-good villainess around, only useful as cannon fodder, no different to the other two dweebs I hang out with but you? Beautiful, brilliant Pretty Cure who always saves the day? Yeah right, girlie, you are yanking my chain so knock it off.”

“No, really,” Chiyu insisted, “I know the feeling and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You are beautiful and brilliant in your own right, Shindoine, you always give your all. Its admirable, even if, er, yes you are trying to destroy the planet but, um, perhaps if you are intruding on a party of two… Then yes, you would get turned down.”

Shindoine gasped. “No way.” she exclaimed.

Chiyu nodded and she twiddled her thumbs, “Yes way.” She mumbled.

“Pinkie and Yellow, huh?” Shindoine teased.

“Yes, it seems they have coupled up but knowing they are exclusive does little to quell the crush I have on Nodoka regardless.” Chiyu murmured.

“Here’s to us then.” Shindoine murmured.

“Here’s to us.” Chiyu echoed back.

They were both quiet for a moment. Letting on the hot springs make almost imperceptible noises for them until, eventually, they both had to do something. To move, to make a sound. They both turned their heads at just the right time to catch the other doing the same and there was a genuine understanding of pity and grief of being unrequited between them.

Chiyu smiled, sympathetic. “You’re not too bad when you’re not trying to destroy the world.”

“Gee, thanks.” Shindoine sarcastically replied. “You’re not too bad either, when you’re not trying to save the world.”

Chiyu laughed.

“That makes you laugh?” Shindoine asked.

“Well, um, not really. I prefer puns, actually.” Chiyu admitted.

Now Shindoine was laughing and quite raucously at that. She closed her eyes to it and she tried to imagine Chiyu having a real belly ache over something as stupid as that. Stupider still, she couldn’t think of one to test and when she opened her eyes, Shindoine was caught off guard by how beautiful Chiyu looked in the sunglitter bouncing off the still waters, sitting prim and proper. All whilst emanating this sincerity that almost made Shindoine want to switch sides.

She was just so lost. She couldn’t bring herself to destroy the world for someone who would just destroy her, so she looked longingly onto this girl and she felt almost refreshed. There was a wondering, it lived within the glint of the sunlight and the water of the hot springs, and she took that chance.

Shindoine kissed Chiyu on the lips. Surprising her.

Chiyu was too stunned to kiss back but she couldn’t deny there wasn’t a fizzle to it either. She could feel the skin on her lips literally burn off the longer that Shindoine kissed her. The taste was rancid, but she could feel the kind passion behind it.

Shindoine, meanwhile, sighed into the kiss. Where it was hurting Chiyu, it was healing her. Chiyu’s lips were soft and wet; vaguely tasting of cleanly mint and once upon a time, Shindoine would have been disgusted by that. Right now, in this mid-afternoon moment, it intrigued her. It was all part of the experience as she took this foray into the light and when she broke back, she moaned.

There were burns and blisters on Chiyu’s lips. She instinctively tried to cover up her mouth, now wounded but it just made her seem cuter. Shindoine smiled to herself. She thought they were just the right shade of red tinged with pus; she tilted her head to the side and Chiyu felt flustered by her stare and just how fond it was.

“I’m still not sure what to do with myself but… I like you at the very least.” Shindoine said. She then got up abruptly, she flipped her long hair off her back and generally fussed. “I best be going.”

“Okay then,” Chiyu replied, feeling a little stood up, being kissed and ghosted in one fell swoop, “but will I see you soon?”

“I hope so. If I don’t try and destroy this world, the others will and those two are losers so.” Shindoine murmured.

“I see…” Chiyu murmured, downhearted.

Beginning to walk away from Chiyu, scared of leaving what she was literally created to do despite her apprehensions of her usefulness unto it, Shindoine added, “Healin’ goodbye… That’s what you guys say, yes? Well, I’m feelin’ it, at least a little bit, and its strangely not that bothersome or tiresome.”

Shindoine had no idea if she was giving Chiyu false hope of some redemption in those words. All she wanted was love. Love to infect her and to infect others with love and with those marks on Chiyu’s lips, Shindoine had certainly accomplished something like that.

“I’m glad so, um, get well soon.” Chiyu said, chipper despite her hesitance which dipped into over-confidence because she was making a joke. Her laughter was proof of that even if it made Shindoine roll her eyes.

Chiyu’s demeanour was so bright that Shindoine was glad she had her back turned but she could feel how bright they were. It unsettled her; it made her skin crackle and blister no different to her kiss unto Chiyu because even thoigh bleach was cleansing, it was still a poison.

Shindoine smiled. She disappeared soon after, but she did take Chiyu’s bidding her farewell in good, amused heart. She wanted to get well soon as well as unrequited love was a disease. Though, having said that, she wasn’t too sure what that made her kindling with Chiyu because it didn’t feel like sickness, but it wasn’t a cure either but it was a middle ground that maybe Shindoine could get used to.

#femslash #precure #healin good precure #healin good #shindoine #shindoine (precure)#chiyu sawaizumi #sawaizumi chiyu #cure fontaine #chiyu x shindoine #shindoine x chiyu #shindochiyu #i wasn't gonna post this tongiht but someone booted me up the arse on the precure server im on #because i am a sensitive little baby who is also incredibly vindictive #age gap cw #enemies to lovers cw

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Nothing Like Us | 03 - [M]

✨ Summary: Rich, charming and undeniably good-looking, Byun Baekhyun is used to women falling on their knees for him. You are an exception though. Quiet, reserved and indifferent, you are never afraid to put him in his place if you need to. That’s probably why he is quite besotted with you. No woman has ever challenged him the way you do. Thus when he has the chance to spend three weeks under the same roof as you, he makes it his sole mission to win your heart.

✨ Genre: Arranged Marriage-ish!AU, romance, fluff, smut.

✨ Warnings: fluffss and romantic pool sex that turns a wee bit steamy hehe

Baekhyun should be relieved now that he is done with his business project, but he feels unsettled instead. That’s why he decided to ditch the company dinner and went straight home. As he drives, he is filled with this overwhelming sense of foreboding, like he knows something is wrong but he doesn’t know what.

“Where is she?” He questions one of the housekeepers when he steps foot into the house.

“She’s been in her room all day, sir.” she says.

Baekhyun mutters a quick thanks and proceeds to hurry up the stairs. He strides down the dimmed hallway, stops by your room, knocks on the door and wait. When there’s no answer, he didn’t bother to knock again. He pushed the door open and enters your bedroom. His eyes zeros in on your bed, and he expels a giant breath when he sees the lump underneath the cover.

She’s sleeping already? Baekhyun wonders as he checks the time on his wrist watch that says five thirty. That’s early.

He walks over and stands by the bed. Slowly, he peels the cover back and his heart pounds when he finally sees you. Your face was mostly covered with hair, so he reaches out to brush it back, only to be shocked. Your skin was so hot to the touch and your face was slick with sweat.

Baekhyun drops to his knee by the bed and presses the back of his hand on your neck. “Sweetheart,” he calls. “You’re burning up, are you okay?”

You murmur something unintelligible, and as he watches your lips move, he realized you are shivering violently. Oh fuck. Panic rises in his chest, and he immediately places his arms under your body to scoop you up.

You groan at the sudden movement, peeling your heavy eyelids open to look at him. You seem surprised. “Wh-what are you doing, Baekhyun?”

“I’m taking you to the doctor.” He says, looking ahead as he strides toward the door.

“Put me down, I’m fine.”

“Don’t argue with me,” He repels, still not looking at you. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re acting as if I’m having a heart attack or something...it’s just a fever, Baekhyun, it’ll probably go a–.”

Baekhyun suddenly stops to stare down at you with a look so stern it manage to shut you up. You blink up at him, looking somewhat flustered. “I’m taking you to the doctor and that’s final.” He says, leaving no room for any argument.

You finally resign with a huff of annoyance, your lips puckering slightly.

Baekhyun felt his blood heating in his veins. He takes a breath as he internally fights the sudden urge to press his lips on yours. He feels mildly ashamed because you are sick and he isn’t supposed to be having this thought. Maybe it’s due to the fact that he misses you so much, because, how does someone manage to look so goddamn kissable even when they are sick, it’s ridiculous.

Damn her.

“Can you at least put me down? I can walk just—” your eyes widen when Baekhyun suddenly leans in.

“Do I have to kiss you to shut you up?” He mutters over your lips. You swallow nervously, and he watches as the redness slowly rises on your cheek. Something warm filled his chest, bringing a smile to his face.

Beautiful little brat

You haven’t seen Baekhyun in a while, and all of a sudden he is carrying you in his arms like a prince charming he probably thinks he is, and to top that, he even tells you he is going to kiss you? You don’t know what to think. Your head feels too heavy to even know how to think.

You remain quiet as Baekhyun carries you down the stairs. One of the housekeepers gives you a concerned look, and you manage a weak smile to assure her you’re okay.

“We’ll be out for a while,” Baekhyun tells her before moving through the open door towards the driveway where his Aston Martin is parked.

You don’t say a thing even as Baekhyun sets you down in the passenger seat and helped you with your safety belt. He then rounded the hood to get to the driver's seat, and you watch silently as he starts the engine and buckles up. Even through your sickness, his good-look still has an effect on you. Attraction is truly a mysterious thing. Seeing him in his work attire never fails to turn you on, though now, he has taken off his suit jacket and is only wearing a white dress shirt with the top buttons undone. You also realize this is your first time seeing Baekhyun drives, all along it has been his chauffeur, Mr Kim, who drives you both around.

“Where is Mr–” your gasp and press your lips together, suddenly recalling what he had just said earlier. Do I have to kiss you to shut you up? You can hear his voice in your mind that’s making your cheek heat up again.

Baekhyun turns to you, raising his brow in question. After a moment, understanding seems to dawn and he chuckles. “You can speak, baby, I’m not going to kiss you.” He looks away from you to stare at the road ahead. “Not now.”

Not now...

There’s a momentary silence when you try to gather yourself. He is really making you so nervous with all the things he says. You clear your throat and finally ask, “Where is Mr Kim?”

“His wife went into labor yesterday, I’m giving him the time off.”

You didn’t ask anymore questions afterwards, simply not having energy to. It was at the first traffic stop when Baekhyun turns to look at you. His feature softens when he sees your weak state. He extends his hand to touch your forehead and grimaces at the heat he felt on your skin. “Poor baby.” He brushes his knuckles over your cheek tenderly.

For some reason it’s making you want to cry because you have been longing for this all your life; to be cared for. “Are you taking me to the hospital?” you ask.

He mildly shakes his head. “I’m taking you to Chanyeol’s clinic.”

“Chanyeol as in your friend, Chanyeol?”

“Yeah.”

Park Chanyeol is probably the most good looking doctor you’ve ever met in your entire life. To top that, he is also warm and friendly. Ten minutes into your session, you find yourself already liking this doctor. Until he says, “I need to give you a shot to reduce your fever.”

You don’t want to be such a scaredy cat, but everyone has their own phobia and for you, it’s needles. Which is why you didn’t get your ears pierced even when everyone else around you did. Which is why you refused to be taken to the doctor.

Your expression turns pale, and it must be obvious because Doctor Park is smiling now. “Are you afraid?” he asks. You give him a small nod and a shy smile. He chuckles. “Such a cutie,”

Almost immediately, Baekhyun clears his throat next to you. “Doctor Park…” he says calmly, but it sounded more like a warning than anything.

The tall doctor grins to himself as he turns away to prepare the tools he needs for your injection. You twiddle with your thumbs anxiously as you watch the doctor picks up a syringe.

Baekhyun watches you the whole time, wanting to ease your fear but not knowing how to. Through his uncertainty, he reaches out to rest his hand over yours, his other hand stroking your back soothingly. When you turn to glance at him, he gives you a soft and comforting smile. “It’s okay,” he assures. “Just look at me.”

You do as told, and soon enough, you feel a cold sensation on your upper arm as Doctor Park rubs the alcohol swab over your skin. Knowing what’s coming your way, you shut your eyes close and hold your breath. You swallow your wince when the needle pricks into your skin, not wanting to sound like a baby.

“All done,” the doctor says after he finished pasting a plaster on your arm.

You open your eyes and see that Baekhyun is still staring at you with concern. “Are you okay?” he asks, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly.

You manage a small nod. “I’m okay.”

Baekhyun smiles and gives you a pat on your head. Just a simple gesture, yet it’s giving you all sorts of feelings.

This time it is Chanyeol’s turn to clear his throat. You tear your gaze away from Baekhyun to spare the doctor your attention.

“You’ll feel better real soon.” He says. “Let me prescribe something for your headache then you’re good to go.”

“Thank you, Doctor Park.”

He looks up from the prescription pad. “You can call me Chan–wait, how old are you again?”

“I’m twenty one.”

“Just like Hana,” he smiles fondly, and you wonder who she is. “You can call me Chanyeol oppa, then.” he says.

“Oppa my ass.” Baekhyun snorts. “She doesn’t even call me oppa.”

“Well, then that’s your problem.” the doctor retorts.

“Are we done or not?” Baekhyun impatiently asks.

“Here,” the doctor passes you a piece of paper to be handed to the pharmacy. “Get well soon, pretty.”

“Thank you, oppa.” you tease and burst into giggles when Baekhyun groans.

He looks at you with a frown. “I’m older than you too, why don’t you ever call me oppa?”

You shrug. “Maybe because you don’t behave like an oppa to me.”

The doctor sniggers at that, while Baekhyun scowl. “How does an oppa behave exactly?”

“Like a man? I guess.”

He raised his brows. “You’re saying I behave like a child?”

You shot him a playful grin, only to gasp when he hooks his foot on the leg of your stool and drag you to him. With his arms touching yours now, he’s close enough to lean his mouth next to your ear. “Should I take you home and show you how manly I can be?” He whispers.

Chanyeol must have heard it because he is spluttering non-stop now. “The fuck, Baekhyun...” he mutters in between his coughs.

You face turns bright as a tomato, and you slap him across his chest in retribution. Baekhyun grins at your embarrassment. “Let’s go home, baby.” He takes your hand in his and walk you towards the door.

“Baekhyun,” the doctor calls just as he is about to open the door.

Baekhyun drops his hand and turns around to face his friend. “Yeah?”

“Hana is back,” Chanyeol says.

A tense silence follows as you glance between the two males.

“How is she doing?” Baekhyun asks, his tone sounding so serious that it’s making you more curious. Who is she? A friend perhaps?

“She’s doing good.” Chanyeol says. “We should catch up soon. You free to join us for the gathering this Sunday at Jongin’s place?”

You look at Baekhyun to expect his answer. His quietness shows that he is unsure, or perhaps reluctant.

“It’s been awhile, Baek, she really misses you.” Chanyeol persuades. “Sehun and the rest will be there too.”

“Okay…” Baekhyun agrees. “I’ll be there.”

You glance at Baekhyun as he leads you out of the room. His demeanour seems to change and he’s unusually quiet. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you ask, “Who’s Hana?”

“His little sister.” was all that he said. So you let your mind wander to this person named Hana. You can imagine her being beautiful, just like his handsome brother. You wonder what her relationship is like with Baekhyun, and why was he reluctant to accept Chanyeol’s invitation for dinner earlier. Did something happen between the two?

As curious as you are, you also know it is none of your business. If Baekhyun wants you to know, he will tell you about it. So you set those thoughts aside and heads to the pharmacy to collect your meds.

The sky is turning dark when you leave Chanyeol’s clinic. Whatever the doctor injected into your body must’ve worked wonders because you are already feeling less lethargic when Baekhyun leads you to his car. As he drives, you relax in your seat and take in the sleek interior of his Aston Martin.

“You have a nice car,” you absent-mindedly say as you smooth your hand over the dash of the supercar.

“Do you want one?” he asks, turning to you to hear your answer.

“Wh-what?” you squeak. How could he ask such a question so casually? This car must cost a fortune. But again, this man is crazy rich. “No,” you hurry to add. “I don’t even know how to drive.”

“You can learn.” he says.

Getting a driver’s listen is actually in your bucket list this year. You feel a bubble of excitement at the possibility of checking that list. “Will you…teach me?” you sounded unsure, considering how busy he is these days.

“Of course.” he says. “How about we start this Sunday?”

You can’t contain your excitement when you say, “Yes.”

He smiles at that, and then he parts his mouth to say something but then closes it again. You watch as hesitation move over his feature, like he’s thinking of something he is unsure how to voice out.

“What is it, Baek?” you prod.

“Do you want to come with me this Sunday night?”

“The dinner Chanyeol invited you to?” you tilt your head in question, and he confirms with a nod. You then ask, “Do you want me to come?”

“I’d be happy if you could, but I know being around too many people makes you uncomfortable so you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable.”

You smile at his rambling, and he must’ve realized it too because he is smiling a slightly shy smile while putting his hand on the back of his neck. Something you’ve never seen before, something refreshing and so very endearing.

“Yes, Baekhyun, I’ll be there with you.” you say willingly, because even if you know you’d be so anxious on that day, you also know Baekhyun will be there.

He offers a grateful smile in return. “Thank you.”

The car fell into an easy silence again and you stare out of the window, savoring the night view of the city lights. There’s something romantic about it, and you swear you feel that giddiness every time you catch Baekhyun’s gaze through the reflection on the side window as he secretly glance at you.

When the car stops at a traffic, you felt the warmth of Baekhyun’s hand on your thigh that startles you. Your eyes move down to his hand, then up to find his eyes on you.

“What do you want for dinner?” He asks while tapping his index finger on your skin.

Amidst your nervousness, you will yourself to think and answer him. “Can we get McDonald’s?”

“You’re still sick, baby.” He gives your thigh a tender squeeze. “Let’s get something healthier, okay?”

You almost start to hyperventilate on the spot. You didn’t know what has changed or if it means anything at all, but he has been extra affectionate with you today. All the physical contact and endearment, they feel so intimate, and it is making your stomach flip inside out.

“Should we get something soupy instead?” He asks, drawing you out of your trance. “I know a place that sells good Samgyetang.”

“Yeah.” you nod. “Sounds good.”

Baekhyun admits he is being unusually touchy with you today. But he knows at this point he has nothing to lose. Time is running out, and with him not knowing how these three weeks will end, he doesn’t want to waste the little time he has left with you.

He is not going to deny that his feelings for you has grown (even more in the past hours he spent with you). Which is why he needs to know if you are okay with all these advances he made, because eventually, he would want more. First, he wants to kiss you. Then, he wants to take you to his bed and do all the wild things he has been dreaming of doing to you.

Baby steps, Baekhyun He reminds himself You don’t want to scare her away.

Currently, you and Baekhyun are in the lift heading up to the Korean restaurant at the top floor of the building. He stares down at his hand that is holding yours. “Truth or Dare.” He initiates.

You glance up at him and smile softly. It warms his heart because he knows you must’ve missed playing this silly game as much as he does.

“Dare.” You choose.

It’s not the answer Baekhyun expected you to say, but that’s alright. He has an idea. With a slow smirk spreading across his face, he says, “Call me Baekhyun oppa.”

You made a face of disgust at his request. “I change my mind. Truth.”

Even better Baekhyun thought. He stares down at the intertwined hands again. “Do you like it?” He lifts your hands up to his chest. “This, me holding your hand. Do you like it?”

You take a while to think, possibly wrestling with different answers in your head. But eventually, you nod and mutter a soft, “Yes.”

Baekhyun feels like he has just been handed a trophy. I love holding your hand too He wants to shout it out loud and jump in victory, but that would be so fucking weird. God, this girl is really driving me crazy. Who would’ve thought a guy like him would get so thrilled over a simple hand-holding? It’s not even sex for fuck sake. He chuckles and shakes his head at himself.

You give him a quizzical frown. “You okay there?”

“Do you miss Uni?” He dodges your question quickly. “Your friends...they are all in Japan right?”

“I do. I miss the learning, but I don’t miss living in Japan.” You smile a slightly sad smile. “It’s rather lonely there.”

Something about that breaks his heart a little. He doesn’t want you to be lonely. “What about your friends?”

“I only have one close friend. Her name is Sera.” there’s fondness in your voice when you mention her name. “But she is not taking the same classes as me, so we don’t get to see each other often. We call each other everyday though.”

“That’s good,” Baekhyun smiles. “You’ll get to make more friends this Sunday. Sehun and the rest...they will probably bring their girlfriends along.”

You look unsure, and he can tell you’re doubting yourself again.

“They are all good people,” He assures. “You’ll like them, and I know they’ll like you too.” Just like I do.

You smile meekly. “I hope so.”

Do you know that feeling you get when you are in the last chapter of a good book? That longing for more? That feeling of not wanting to say goodbye?

You feel the same way when you walk down the hallway towards your room with Baekhyun beside you. Though it is rather presumptuous of you to say, you’d like to believe that Baekhyun feels the same way too. Because even if he isn’t talking, he is walking at a slower pace than usual, as if he doesn’t want to say goodbye to you, and to this night.

Today had been a special one for the both of you. A lot has happened in the past hours spent together. And if there’s one thing you realize, you realize that your feelings for Baekhyun are growing. There’s no point denying it anymore because it is there. Although you can’t help the fear that grips you every time you think about the possibility of him leaving. But is it so wrong to hope for a happy ending? For once, you just want to throw caution to the wind and enjoy what is given to you in this moment.

“We’re here,” Baekhyun announces as we reach the end of the hallway where your room is at.

You turn to stare up at him. “Thank you for today.” you smile, leaving a moment of still silence before you add, “And dinner...I had a great time.”

“Me too.”

The silence continue to stretch as he drops his gaze to your mouth and lingers. The butterflies in your belly started flapping their wings all at once. You watch as he swallows and somewhere inside, you’re hoping he would kiss you or make a move of some sort.

But...

He lifts his gaze and let go of your hand. “You should get some rest.”

You feel a pang of disappointment at the sudden loss of contact. You’re confused. One moment he is being all touchy, and the next moment he is pulling back like this.

“I’m going for a swim,” He says. “I’ll be at the pool if you need me.”

You force a smile. “Good night, Baekhyun.”

“Sleep well.”

You enter your room and close the door behind you, exhaling. What was this sudden awkwardness and hesitation between us? You wonder to yourself as you walk into the bathroom.

After a long shower, you get in bed and try to get yourself to sleep but your mind doesn’t seem to allow you to. You are still confused, and frustrated. And as you lay there in silence, it suddenly occurs to you that there is a possibility Baekhyun might think you’re inexperienced when it comes to sex. You remember him asking about it before; if you’re a virgin, and you had refused to answer. He must’ve thought so, of course, considering how you always get all shy and jitterish everytime he touches you.

You sit up in bed, a hopeful smile spreading across your face when every thought in your head seems to fall into place. So this why Baekhyun has been so unsure to make a move. Because he doesn’t want to scare you off. Because he is waiting for you to be ready. Something warm moves through your chest. What a sweet soul he is. Has he always been this way? Or are you only discovering this side of him because you’ve fallen for him?

You hop off the bed, feeling unsure and nervous, yet there’s this longing so deep that it is making your heart pounds. You’ve never moved so fast in your life as you hurry to change into your nude colored bathing suit before putting on a bath robe. You give your appearance a quick check in the mirror before striding out of your room. Rushing down the stairs, you ponder through the things you are going to say to Baekhyun when you see him. In the midst of your nervousness, you can’t think of anything. So you can only hope that you’ll find the right words to say when you see him, soon.

The sliding door that leads to the backyard pool is left slightly ajar. You hear the splashing sound of the water as you step out into the open. The backyard is slightly dim but you easily catch sight of Baekhyun’s naked back. Your gaze slides along his bare shoulders, and you feel your stomach clenches at how broad his physique is. He has his upper arms stretched along the pool ledge, staring thoughtfully up at the starry sky. You wonder what, or who is in his mind at this very moment, and you find yourself praying that it is you he is thinking about.

You glance down at yourself. Your hands, they are slightly trembling as you untie the knot of your robe, letting it fall freely over your shoulders to the ground. Staring down at your semi-naked self, doubt washes over you instantly. What if Baekhyun doesn’t like what he sees. You are sure he has been with many women before, and for a guy as attractive as him, he must have high standards.

You feel the sudden urge to run away, back into your bedroom and hide, but it’s too late now, because when you lift your head, you realize Baekhyun is already staring.

Your breath catches when you meet his eyes. He stares at your feature first, then slowly, his gaze drops and drags down your body, drinking every inch of you. The air around you suddenly feels so thick, and your heart nearly bursts as you watch the lump in his throat rises and falls.

You clear your throat softly to get him to look at your face, and he did. There are tenderness mixed with desire in his eyes, and you’re both thrilled and unsure. “Can I join you?” your voice came out soft.

Baekhyun takes a moment to process your question, then he says, “The water is freezing, baby, I don’t want you to get sick again.”

You press the back of your hand on your neck, checking your body temperature. “My fever has gone down. I’m feeling much better now.”

“Get in then.” He says, turning his head around to face the water again.

You walk over to the poolside and lower yourself into a squatting position. Baekhyun feels your presence close to him that made him turn his head towards you again. He keeps his eyes on you as you dip your legs into the water before sliding your body in. The water rises all the way to your collarbone and you shiver at the sudden cold sensation that runs through your body.

“Told you it’s cold,” Baekhyun mumbles. “Come here.” He reaches for your hand underwater and move you to stand with your back to him. Butterflies take flight in your stomach. What surprises you the most is when he wraps his arms around your waist as he hugs you from behind. “Better?” His low whisper sounded in your ear.

“Yeah,” you breathe, and despite your racing heart, you let your body relax in his hold.

“I was hoping you’d come and you did.” he rests his chin on top of your head. “Did you read my mind, hmm?”

You huff softly. “I can feel you calling my name from up there.”

Baekhyun chuckles. “Why did you come here though? Can’t sleep?”

You hum, leaving a beat of silence before you confess, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me too.” He says. “I think about you all the time.”

You let out a soft breath as a soft smile tugs at your lips. Here in the quiet, the beating of his heart sounded so clear in your ears, and so do yours. Glancing to your side and up, you find him gazing up at the sky again, seemingly in deep thoughts. In the dimness of the night, the moonlight is illuminating his feature, strands of wet hair fall over his forehead, and you take the opportunity to study his handsome face. Baekhyun must’ve felt you staring because he is lowering his gaze to look at you now. You suddenly feel shy by his closeness, by the soft way he is staring at you.

“What did you do these few days when I was gone?” He asks out of nowhere, the question random as if he’s trying to defuse the thick tension in the air.

“I did a lot of thinking and worrying...” you huff and shake your head.

He turns you around to make you look at him. “Worrying about what?”

Your answer might come off silly to him but you decided to be honest. “I thought you were purposely avoiding me because of the kiss that we shared…because you didn’t enjoy kissing me.”

A frown marred his expression. “That’s what you were worrying about?”

You show him a small embarrassed smile before dropping your gaze to stare at his chest. “Silly, I know.”

Baekhyun grips your chin and gently tilt your head up, making you look at him again. “That might not be the best kiss, I know, but I enjoyed it.” He claims. “I enjoyed kissing you so much I want to do it again,” He lowers his gaze to your mouth and swipes the back of his thumb over your bottom lip. “I want to do it now...if you’d let me...”

You blink up at him, the surprise causes your lips to part a little. Baekhyun gazes at you expectantly, waiting for your approval. Then you nod, and that small gesture brings a soft smile to his face. He leans closer and weaves his fingers through your hair. Your eyes flutter close and the butterflies take flight in your stomach when he presses his lips on your lips.

Unlike the first time he kissed you, his mouth is moving more skillfully, more firmly this time. You slide your hands up to the back of his neck and return his kiss with equal passion. He groans into your mouth, the tip of his tongue sweeps across the seam of your lips, and you part your mouth in an invitation. Without hesitation, his tongue slides into your mouth to meet yours, and you made a whimpering sound when he bit down on you lower lip, tugging at it as he groans.

His hold around your waist turns bruising and he roughly turns you around to back you against the pool wall. You gasp when he presses his body closer to you, his hands sliding down from your waist to the back of your thighs. You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips, and your chest emerges from the water with the elevation. His hard-on is now positioned against your womanhood, and your body reacts in pure instinct, grinding yourself against him with no inhibition.

He grunts into your mouth and from there, the kiss quickly turns wet and dirty. You continue grinding yourself against him, and soon the ache between your leg is getting unbearable. You need more, but to your dismay, Baekhyun pulls his mouth away from you

You blink at him, panting and confused. “W-why did you stop?”

His face is contorted as though he is restraining himself from something. What though?

“If we don’t stop,” he says, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I’ll end up fucking you in this pool and I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

“It’s okay!” your answer came so quick it surprises him. You bit your lips in a shy smile. “I mean...you don’t have to be gentle with me, Baekhyun.”

“I don’t want to hurt you...”

You smooth your hands over his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips. His eyes flared, and it's making your heart drums with nervous excitement. “I don’t know if you know this but I’m not a virgin anymore, so you don’t have to, you know, hold back with me.”

Baekhyun looks more amused than surprised by your admission. The corner of his lips curled up into a grin. “Are you telling me you like it hard, baby?” Your cheek flares up and he lets out a huff when he notices it. “Is that why you came to me wearing this?” He lowered his gaze to your bathing suit.

You nod. “Do you like it?”

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” One of his hands hikes up your waistline, cupping your breast before tugging the neckline of your bathing suit to the side until your nipple is exposed. You swallow heavily. “You’re too good to be true, baby...” He glances up, watching you with heated eyes as he rubbed his thumb over your bud. “Do you like it when I touch you here?” He ended his question with a light pinch on your bud.

You expel a soft moan and Baekhyun takes it as a yes. He keeps his piercing gaze on you as he lowers his head to take your nipple into his hot mouth, his tongue twirling around the tip, teasing you for a while before he draws it in between his teeth in one long pull.

“B-baekhyun...” you squeeze your legs tighter around his hips, feeling his erection poking deeper against your woman parts.

The friction coaxes a low grunts out of him. He lifts his head from your chest to meet your gaze, his eyes smoldered with desire. His free hand is now coasting along your inner thigh, hiking up until his thumb is pressing over your underwear. He pulled the hem aside to reveal your pussy. “What about this?” He starts to rub his thumb over your clit continuously in a tormentingly slow manner.

”More...” you beg breathily. “Please…aah,” a moan slips when he thrusts two fingers inside you, keeping his eyes on you as he fulfills your wish for more. Your inner wall clenches around his digit with each push.

“So tight…” he murmurs low under his breath as he works his finger in and out of you in a lazy manner. “How long has it been since the last time you’re fucked, baby?”

Through your your lust-filled haze, you can’t even bring yourself to think. So you thoughtlessly mutter a “it’s been a while.” to answer him.

His free hand trails from the side of your neck, up, to cup your face. “So delicate and beautiful,” his voice thick, brimming with lust as he caresses your cheekbone. “makes me want to protect you and ruin you all at the same time,” he let out deep chuckles. “Is that even possible?”

His hand disappears into your hair, and he leans in to kiss you sweet and slow, while his other hand continues to fuck your pussy, as sweet and slowly as his kiss. Although his touch brings pleasure to your body, it isn’t enough to relieve that overwhelming ache between your legs, if possible, it only worsens it, making you more needy and desperate. So needy you start whining and moaning to beg for more. So desperate you start rocking your hips against his fingers to take control.

Baekhyun’s fingers make a fist around your hair and he tugs it back, making your lips to detach from his. He looks into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. “Stop it or I’ll stop.” He warns you.

You still and nod timidly, surprised to discover this dominant side of him, but even more surprised by your own submission. You didn’t know you have it in you, considering how much you despise him ordering you around. But maybe it’s different during sex, because you find it such a turn on when he takes control like this.

“Good girl,” Baekhyun whispers his praise over your mouth. “Now tell me what you want.”

You drop your gaze to the hard-on underneath his black swim shorts. Although you can’t see it well due it being underwater, you can feel it damn well and Baekhyun gets the message. He hums and pulls his fingers out of your tight hole, causing a small gasp to fall from your lips. You loosen your thighs around his hips so he could remove his swim shorts. Your breathing slows when he wraps his fingers around the base of his cock. His jaw clenched as he gives it a few pumps before he slaps it hard over your pussy, drawing a lewd purr out of you.

Baekhyun brings his eyes up to stare at you, his dark pupils dilating. “I was planning to take it nice and slow today,” He starts rubbing the tip of his cock over your slit and watches as you squirm against him. “But you...God, you are one hell of a temptation to resist, aren’t you?”

“Baekhyun, please...” your breath comes out ragged. “I-I don’t think I can take it any–Ahh!” the air is knocked out of you when he roughly slams his cock into you, stretching you so good you cry out a lewd sound of pleasure. You feel so full you can barely breathe, and he isn’t even fully inside you yet.

Baekhyun drops his head to your shoulder and you feel his warm, heavy pants fanning against your skin. “Baby, you’re so tight my cock can barely fit,” Baekhyun breathe out harshly and moans when you unconsciously squeeze around his cock. He lifts his head from your shoulder and plants his hand on the pool edge on each side of you.

Your heart nearly beats out of your chest when Baekhyun holds you in his gaze. His jaw is tight and you notice the bulging veins around his neck. He looks so masculine, so thoroughly turned-on, and knowing that it is you who made him like this gives you a sense of ease and a little boost of confidence. Feeling bolder now, you lean forward to put you mouth close to his ear. “Baekhyun...” you whisper, parting your lips to pull his earlobe in between your teeth. “Fuck me, please, I can’t wait any longer....”

“Jesus,” He curses roughly. And when you lean back to stare at him, the heat in his brown eyes are growing hotter. “Where is this side of you coming from?”

You chew your bottom lip through a smile. “I think you bring it out of me.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he says hoarsely, moaning a little when your pussy clenched around his cock. “Hold on to me, baby.” He orders, so you do as told, sliding your hands up and slinging them around his shoulder. He presses his lips in a thin line as he slides his cock out of you, leaving just the tip inside you. And with a grunt, he slams his cock deep inside you, until you are hugging every throbbing inch of him. Your fingers dig into his back in a reflex as he lets out a low guttural sound from the back of his throat.

He leans forward to capture your mouth in a hard kiss, and then he is pounding into you, driving his dick deep inside you mercilessly. It almost feels like he’s going to rip you apart because he is so big, and you’d never been fucked so hard like this. With each thrust, the water sloshes all around and you are pushed harder against the wall. You are a mess of moans and whimpers, and if it wasn’t for the kiss that’s muffling your lewd voice, you’ll likely wake the housekeepers from their slumbers.

“How does my cock make you feel?” He whispers through a husky groan as he pumps his thick length in and out of you.

“So good,” you say breathlessly over his mouth. “You make me feel so good, Baekhyun.”

His thrusts is becoming quicker and harder now. He is fucking you as if he is losing control of himself, like he’s a wild animal let loose of its cage. A beast unleashed. And it wasn’t long until you feel that knot coiling up in your stomach.

“Baekhyun,” you panted heavily. “I-I’m close.”

“I know, baby,.” He slips his hand under your stomach. He presses his thumb on your clit and pulls back to watch as he starts rubbing it aggressively. “Come, come for me.”

A cry; almost a scream tears out of you as your body quakes and shudders against him. Your walls are convulsing around him but he didn’t stop pounding his cock into you. Soon enough, you feel him swelling inside you as his orgasm nears. His long, guttural groan sounded in your ears, and with one last thrust, he jerks against you and unloads his cum into your pussy.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun grunts harshly before he slumps into you. He drops his head to your shoulder as breathes heavily. Your thighs loosen around his hips and you drop your legs to the pool tiles, too languid to hold them up.

As you try to moderate your breathing, reality begins to sink. Baekhyun has just cummed inside of you, without protection. Fear grips you tight in your chest.

“Baekhyun,” you pat on his back and speak into his ear. “we didn’t use a condom.”

He lifts his head, his chest inflating and deflating as he tries to regain his composure. “Don’t worry, I’m clean.” He finally says.

“It’s not that,” you explain. “I’m not on the pill.”

Baekhyun considers it calmly, as if you didn’t just tell him the ‘news’ most men fear the most. “One time is probably okay.” He assures. “But if you ended up pregnant, I promise I’ll take care of you...and our baby.”

Your heart soars. “Our baby?” you voice out softly, half in disbelief, half liking how the words sounded when he said it.

“I just filled my sperm in your vagina, whose baby would it be if its not ours?”

Your body shook as you laugh. No one you know has ever used the word ‘sperm’ and ‘vagina’ in a sentence. God, you really adore this funny and sexy man. You give him a smile. “You know it’s funny how we do things the reverse way.”

“Reverse way?”

You nod. “Usually, people fall in love first before they get married and make babies, but for us...it’s the other way around.”

“I don’t think so,” Baekhyun disagrees. “Because I think I’ve passed the first step.”

“First step?” you ask. “What do you mean?”

His answer is to lean in and kiss you. Sweet and softly. A complete opposite to the wild pool sex the two of you just had. The kiss lasted for a while before he pulls back to stare at you. His eyes hold so much emotion that it is making your heart rate goes overdrive.

“When I got home today,” He starts. “for a moment there, I had this bad feeling that you were gone, that you left me… and I...it broke my heart.” the expression in his eyes is something close to pain. “I know we don’t have much time together, and I know if you decide not to marry me, I can’t force you to stay…but if you leave, baby...I’d be so broken because you,” He sucks in a shaky breath. “You’re starting to mean everything to me.”

You’re starting to mean everything to me…

He…

Your eyes roam over his face to search for any trace of mischief, or deception maybe, but there’s none. He is being truthful. God. You are hit by a wave of emotions so intense you know you will likely burst into tears. “I...” Your lips part and unpart, trying to form a word but nothing comes out.

A look of understanding laces his eyes and he smiles. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready.”

Unlike Baekhyun, you are not someone who is good at expressing your feelings. But he has just shown you parts of him, and you know it is only right if you do too.

“I can’t give you an answer yet because...I honestly don’t know it myself,” you explain. “Marriage is a big thing and I need time to figure things out, Baek.” your hand moves up to cup his face. “What I can tell you is, you mean something to me, and the thought of losing you scares me too.”

That brings a hopeful smile to his face. “Does it mean you’ll stay?” He asks.

“Yes, Baekhyun.” you return his smile. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

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