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Masked Affections~

What happens when you are the villain in this case, rather than the hero?

Possibly various JJK men x F!Reader (Part I)

P.S, sorry if this sucks. It’s 2 am right now, but I couldn’t sleep. Anyways I hope you still enjoy my lovelies! <3

Warnings: Violent themes, a bit of character change in terms of the Itadori family, but you’ll see why.

Draping the mask over my face to conceal my features, I cautiously navigated the bustling streets under the radiant sun. Amidst the throng of people, from young children to the elderly, I sought refuge in the shadows, endeavoring to blend into the background seamlessly. With practiced stealth, my hand slipped into my pocket, retrieving my phone with a swift motion. Hastily unlocking the device, I scrutinized the image of my next target, committing his facial details to memory. During my scavenge, a voice crackled to life in my earpiece, “He should be to your left, about 30 feet away.”

Following the instructions, I diverted my gaze from the picture, scanning the vicinity for my target. Sure enough, there he stood, clad entirely in black, engaged in conversation on his phone. It appeared as though he awaited transportation, unsuspecting of the impending encounter.

As you observe your target, a sense of anticipation fills the air. With each passing moment, the weight of your mission hangs heavy on your shoulders. Despite the hustle and bustle of the crowded streets, you remain focused, your senses sharp and your determination unwavering.

With the guidance of the voice in your earpiece, you track your target's movements with precision, ensuring that every step you take brings you closer to your objective. As you inch closer, your heart pounds in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins heightening your senses.

With a quick glance around to ensure that you remain undetected, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for what comes next. Whether it's a quick and clean extraction or a more elaborate plan, you know that success hinges on your ability to remain calm and collected in the face of danger.

As you prepared to make your move, a surge of confidence welled up within you. Years of training and countless missions had honed your skills, and you felt prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead. Yet, you knew that acting impulsively now would jeopardize everything you had worked for. You needed to bide your time, find the perfect opportunity to strike when the odds were in your favor.

Glancing once more at the target's phone, inspiration struck like a bolt of lightning. An idea formed in your mind, a plan taking shape with each passing second. This wasn't just about taking him out; it was about doing so with precision and finesse, ensuring that no one would suspect your involvement. With determination fueling your actions, you set the plan into motion, ready to outmaneuver your adversary and emerge victorious.

"You need to act now, sis. Otherwise, he'll slip through our fingers, and we'll lose our chance to put an end to this. Do you really want to come back to father and face his wrath because of our failure to execute this mission?" Kai's voice conveyed a sense of urgency and apprehension as he emphasized the consequences of inaction.

"No, Kai. If I make a move now, it'll attract too much attention," I replied, my voice low but determined. "We need to be strategic about this." I spoke, listening into his conversation on his phone.

"Listen, I need you to tap into his phone and find out everything you can," I instructed urgently, my tone serious. "We need to know who he's talking to, what his next move is, everything. Maybe we can find a way to get him alone."

"Got it," Kai replied confidently. "I'll do my best to get the information as quickly as possible."

As he went to work, I waited in the shadows, my heart pounding with anticipation. Every second felt like an eternity as I held my breath, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The weight of the mission hung heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

"Okay, he’s talking with another man on the line," Kai's voice crackled in my earpiece. "Says something about a car about a mile away is coming to pick him up. I really think you should get this done and over with before that car comes.”

"Kai, just stick to your expertise, and I'll stick to mine. Trust me, I've got this," I murmured, my voice barely audible amidst the bustling street.

"Do you think you can hijack the car's GPS? I need you to reroute it," I urged, a hint of urgency seeping into my tone.

"Don't worry, sis. I've got this covered. It's a piece of cake. Where should I send the car?" Kai reassured, his confidence unwavering as he delved into the task.

"Direct it to Avengard Avenue. I'll be waiting there," I instructed, my focus sharpening with each passing second.

"Got it. Sending the car to Avengard Avenue now," Kai confirmed, his fingers flying across the keyboard with precision.

"Thanks, Kai. I'll be in touch if anything comes up," I said, a sense of determination driving me forward as I prepared to execute the plan.

As I deactivated my earpiece, I swiftly slipped away from the bustling crowd, blending into the shadows as I navigated towards the designated location. Fortunately, my familiarity with the area allowed me to arrive within minutes, weaving through dimly lit streets and desolate alleyways.

——

The atmosphere was starkly different from the vibrant hustle and bustle of the previous location. Here, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional sound of distant traffic. The eerie emptiness sent shivers down my spine as I scanned the surroundings, anticipation building with each passing moment.

I paced the deserted streets, my senses on high alert, every passing second feeling like an eternity as I awaited the arrival of the car.

"Hey there, sweetheart. What brings a lovely lady like you to this desolate corner?" An older man's raspy voice sliced through the eerie silence. I glanced in his direction, noting his disheveled appearance—tattered clothes, unkempt beard, and a myriad of scars present on his weathered face. With a dismissive roll of my eyes, I continued on my path, paying him no heed, my focus unwavering.

”Hey, come on~ I won’t bite…Well not yet at least.” He said, following me. I stopped in my tracks, turning towards him with a deadly glare.

”Listen, I don’t have time for whatever this is. So I’m gonna let you go with a warning. Now back off.” I said, going back to scanning the area for any sign of the approaching car. Suddenly, I felt a strong grip enclose around my arm, pulling me forcefully towards him.

“You fucking brat! I should teach you a lesson about how to talk to adults! Maybe then you will show me some respect!” The man spoke through his teeth.

Reacting swiftly, I lashed out with a swift strike to his jaw, the impact resounding with a sickening crack. He recoiled in agony, clutching his injured jaw as blood seeped from the wound.

”You bitch! I’ll make you pay for that!” He yelled, running after you.

I rolled my eyes as I watched him run towards me. Poor fool. With a calculated inhale, I lowered my mask, revealing a smirk of disdain for the man before me. Just as he closed in, I opened my mouth and unleashed a piercing scream that reverberated through the air, its forceful shockwave propelling him backwards with a violent force. The sheer power of my voice seemed to distort the very fabric of reality, sending ripples through the surrounding environment and causing debris to scatter like leaves in a storm. The sound of my own voice drowned out his screams of agony as he collided with the wall, his body trembling under the onslaught of sound waves. I observed his futile struggle, a silent witness to the havoc I had wrought. As the crumbling building echoed the turmoil within, I silenced my voice and concealed my identity once more, leaving the scene with a sense of grim resolve. Approaching the man with an unwavering gaze, I watched as fear consumed him, driving him further into the confines of his own demise.

”P-Please! I won’t bother you anymore! Just please have mercy on me! Please!” He cried out. His plea for mercy fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the chaos he had invited upon himself. Despite his cries, I remained unmoved, my smirk a cold reflection of his desperation.

“Oh how I love it when they beg~” I said, grabbing my knife and quickly slitting his throat without him noticing.

The suddenness of his demise left him stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief as the sharp blade swiftly ended his life. His final moments were marked by a realization of the inevitability of his fate, tears mingling with the blood that stained his face. As his head rolled to the ground, a single tear mirrored his silent plea for mercy, a fleeting acknowledgment of the end.

“Waste of time.” You mumbled, quickly kicking his head.

As the car approached, its looming presence interrupted the eerie silence of the desolate area. You quickly retreated into the shadows, your senses alert as you observed the unfolding scene. The driver emerged from the vehicle, his gruff voice slicing through the quietude as he impatiently dialed a number, his urgency palpable in the air.

His voice was tinged with impatience and frustration as he barked into his phone, "Hey, I am here. Where are you? We need to make this quick." My gaze narrowed at the tall figure, dressed entirely in black, his slicked-back hair reeking of an overpowering scent that seemed to permeate the air. "What do you mean you don’t see me? There’s no one else here!" he yelled into the phone, his agitation evident in every word.

Seizing the moment, I stealthily approached the car, swiftly closing the distance between us. With practiced precision, I pressed the cold steel of my knife against the man's throat, sensing his body stiffen with alarm..

”Shhh…I promise this will be quick. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible over the ambient noise.

“What the hell-“

Before he could finish his statement, I slit his throat, hearing his voice go out.

I then retrieved his phone, quickly slipping it into my pocket. Opening the driver's door, I slipped into the seat, starting the car with a sense of urgency. With a screech of tires, I sped away from the scene, leaving faint marks on the ground where the car had been parked. Reconnecting my earpiece, I called out to my brother.

”I'm in the car now. All that's left is to deal with the man," I stated firmly.

"Just make it quick. Father is growing impatient," my brother urged.

"Tell him it will be over as soon as I handle this," I replied with exasperation.

"I can’t say that. You know how he gets," he countered, his frustration mirroring mine.

I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the situation.

"I know, I know. Just give me 10 minutes. That's all I ask," I pleaded, before swiftly shutting off my earpiece.

—

I pulled up to the man, the car door swinging open as he sank into the plush leather seat with an exasperated sigh. His impatience was palpable, and his words dripped with veiled threats.

"Took you long enough. You’re lucky I even pay you after that. Next time, if you are late again, I’ll have you replaced just like that," he growled, snapping his fingers with an air of menace.

"Oh, don’t worry…I’ll make sure it never happens again," I responded coolly, watching a flicker of confusion dance across his features. His eyebrows furrowed, betraying his suspicion as he detected the subtle shift in my tone and demeanor.

But beneath the surface, a storm brewed within me. This man, so accustomed to wielding power and instilling fear, had no idea of the intricate web I had woven around him. He was a pawn in a game much larger than he could fathom, and soon, he would come to realize the gravity of his mistakes.

“What happened to your voice?" The man's puzzled tone sliced through the tension-filled air.

With a calculated calmness, I offered my explanation. "Oh, I switched with the other driver. Seems he had to make a hasty exit, leaving me to take over and ensure you didn't miss your ride," I explained, though I could sense his skepticism lingering beneath his furrowed brows. Despite his doubt, a smirk danced across my features as I steered the car towards an abandoned area, knowing the revelation would soon unfold.

"Uh…where are you taking me?" His voice trembled with uncertainty as he cautiously reached for his concealed weapon.

I glanced at him through the rearview mirror, my expression concealed behind the mask. "Just a little detour," I replied, my tone laced with a hint of amusement.

As the car came to a halt, the man's eyes widened, scanning the rundown buildings that loomed before us. His fingers tightened around the grip of his gun, his knuckles turning white with tension.

With a calculated calmness, I turned off the ignition and shifted my gaze back to him. "Relax," I said, my voice low but steady. "We're just going to have a little chat."

With a clenched jaw, I peered into the rearview mirror, my gaze reflecting the rage burning within me. The man’s cavalier attitude toward the consequences of his actions only fueled my determination. Memories of the anguish my family endured at his hands surged to the forefront of my mind, stoking the flames of vengeance that consumed me.

As you contemplate your father's influence and control over your life and the life of your brother, a chilling reminder begins to dawn on you. His actions, his demands—they all stem from a place of deep-seated resentment and thirst for revenge.

You remember the bitterness in his voice whenever he spoke of past grievances, real or imagined. Itashi Kokomi, your father, the man Mr. Takeda fired without a second thought, was just one among many casualties in his quest for retribution.

“Mr. Takeda,” I began, my voice icy and controlled. “Do you remember a man that went by the name of Itashi Kokomi?”

The man in the passenger seat looks at the back of your head with concern, sensing the gravity of your inquiry. "The name rings a bell. Why?" he responds cautiously.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I delved deeper into the interrogation, each word laden with the weight of years of suffering. “Do you remember the day you fired him?” I prodded, my voice tinged with barely contained fury.

His response was callous, devoid of remorse or compassion. “Of course! I did what I needed to. He was a waste of my time. Always messing my plans up and losing my business money,” he grumbled bitterly, his resentment evident.

I fought to maintain my composure, my mind racing with thoughts of retribution.

But your next question stops him short. "Did you know that he has kids?" you ask, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you.

The man’s indifference cut through me like a knife, his words dripping with disdain. "Well, he mentioned them. But I never thought much of it. If he was worried about his kids, his family, he should’ve worked harder. He should’ve made himself worthy," the man says.

As you pose the question, a somber note creeps into your voice, weighted by the gravity of the revelation.

"Mr. Takeda, did you also know that he had a wife, the mother of his children… who also happened to be sick?" you inquire, your words laden with a mixture of sorrow and accusation.

The man's expression shifts, his features contorting with a flicker of recognition. "I... I had no idea," he stammers, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in the conversation.

But you press on, your determination unyielding. "She was battling a serious illness, one that required costly treatments and round-the-clock care," you continue, your voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.

"And yet, despite the immense burden she carried, he was forced to endure the added weight of unemployment and destitution, all because of a decision made by you," you add, your gaze locking onto his with unwavering intensity.

For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the distant hum of passing traffic. In that brief pause, the weight of your words lingers, casting a pall over the shared space of the car.

"Days went by and turned into weeks," you continue, your voice heavy with sorrow as the weight of those lost moments presses down on you like a suffocating blanket. "Those weeks turned into months. Day by day, she got worse and worse until eventually..."

Your words catch in your throat, the raw anguish of that painful memory threatening to choke you. The image of her fading away before your eyes, her once vibrant spirit slowly extinguished by the relentless march of time, sears itself into your mind like a brand.

"...until eventually, she passed away," you finally manage to utter, each syllable a dagger twisting in your heart as you relive the agony of that moment all over again. "And all because we couldn’t afford it anymore," you seethe, your gaze boring into Mr. Takeda with unbridled contempt.

"Itashi didn’t take it too well, either," you continue, your voice tinged with sorrow as you recount the tragic transformation that befell your once kind-hearted father. "After her passing, he changed into someone I didn’t know. He was no longer the kind and sweet man I once looked up to…no. He changed and turned into someone vile and full of hatred."

The memories flood back with painful clarity, each recollection a jagged shard of broken glass cutting into your soul. You remember the way your fathers laughter had once filled the room, his eyes alight with warmth and compassion. But now, all you can see is the cold, steely glint in his gaze, the bitterness and resentment etched into every line of his face.

"He blamed you for everything," you continue, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "He couldn't bear the thought of her suffering, of losing her because we couldn't afford her treatment anymore. And even after all that, he began to turn his anger on us, on me and my brother, as if we were somehow responsible for his own misfortunes."

The silence that follows your revelation is deafening, each passing moment filled with the weight of unspoken truths and shattered illusions. You can feel the tension thickening the air, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket, as the implications of your words hang between you and your companions like a heavy fog.

“Do you know what he would do to us?” I whispered, my voice slowly breaking.

“Us?” Mr. Takeda interjected, his tone laced with concern as he began to connect the dots.

“He took me and my brother…and he tortured us for days on end. He was so angry…with you…yet he took it out on us…” I said, my voice softening up as memories of my brother and I replayed in my head. The pain of those days still felt fresh, like an open wound that refused to heal..

The man remained silent for a bit, seemingly processing everything that was unfolding. With a grunt, he began to speak, his words tinged with defiance.

“Seems that it is your father's fault, kid… Now, I don’t know who you think you are… but you're making a big mistake… messing with me. I could have you killed if I wanted.” His hand darted for his gun, and in one swift motion, he brandished it, aiming directly at my head and cocking the gun with a chilling click..

I glared at him through the rear view mirror. As the tension in the air thickened, I held my ground, still meeting his gaze with steely determination.

“Go ahead, pull the trigger,” I challenged, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “But know this, Mr. Takeda, my father's wrath will find you, whether I'm here or not. You can't escape the consequences of your actions forever.”

Mr. Takeda's grip tightened on the gun, his eyes narrowing in uncertainty. Minutes passed like hours as we stared each other down, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air.

“I’m gonna give you the count of three to get the hell out of this car.”

I smiled, chuckling to myself, undoing my seatbelt.

”One….two…” He started, placing his hand on the trigger.

”Three.” I interrupted. With practiced precision, I ducked just as Mr. Takeda's shot rang out, the bullet whizzing past my ear and shattering the car window behind me. Seizing the moment, I lunged forward, grabbing hold of his outstretched arm and twisting it behind his back with all my strength.

Mr. Takeda howled in pain as I pinned him against the seat, his gun clattering to the floor. Ignoring his struggles, I focused on immobilizing him, using my body weight to keep him pinned down. With his free hand, he attempted to reach for his fallen weapon, but I was too quick for him.

In one swift motion, I snaked my arm around his neck, applying pressure to his windpipe and cutting off his air supply. His movements grew frantic as he gasped for breath, his face turning red with exertion.

"Let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be," I whispered, my voice cold and menacing. "Cooperate, and you might just live to see another day."

But Mr. Takeda was beyond reason, his desperation fueling his defiance. With a sudden burst of strength, he attempted to throw me off, but I held firm, refusing to yield an inch.

It was clear that he would not go down without a fight, and neither would I.

"If you wanna kill me, just do it already," he challenged, his voice tinged with defiance.

I paused, locking eyes with him for a moment before a sly grin spread across my lips. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you… well, not yet at least," I remarked cryptically, relishing in the uncertainty that flickered across his features.

Before he could muster a response, I swiftly delivered a powerful blow, rendering him unconscious in an instant. With practiced efficiency, I secured him in place, ensuring he posed no further threat.

As I settled back into the driver's seat, a nagging thought tugged at the corners of my mind. "Father still wants to have a word with you," I mused aloud, more to myself than to the unconscious man beside me. I started the car up once more and began to drive.

With the task at hand completed, I reported calmly through the earpiece, "It’s done. I’m bringing him back now," my voice betraying none of the adrenaline coursing through my veins.”

"Good. I'll notify father right away. Be careful now. You’re still messing with a powerful man, and it won’t be long until his minions figure out something is wrong. I’ll be sure to turn off any cameras you come in contact with to ensure no one finds out it was you," Kai warned through the earpiece.

I hummed in acknowledgment, expressing my gratitude before swiftly turning off the device. With caution as my ally, I navigated the streets, keenly aware of the potential dangers lurking in the shadows. Slowly but surely, I made my way back to our hideout, my senses attuned to any signs of pursuit or suspicion..

—-

“Did you get any leads yet on who caused these deaths?" Satoru asked, his gaze fixed on the lifeless bodies before him. The gruesome sight of their decapitated heads left an unsettling feeling in the air.

"Not yet. We tried investigating, but this part of town is completely rundown. There are no functioning cameras or witnesses," Kento replied, his eyes scanning the scene for any clues.

"You think it's another curse?" Satoru inquired, his mind racing with possibilities.

"It's unclear. There's a high chance it could be, but there's also the possibility of a cursed user being involved," Nanami explained, weighing the probabilities carefully.

Satoru's phone buzzed with an alert from Yuuji and Nobara, drawing his immediate attention. Curious, he quickly checked the message, his expression shifting as he read it. Satoru chuckled at the lighthearted message from them, relieved that it wasn't a dire situation. He replied with an enthusiastic confirmation, urging them to pick a place they all liked. With a smile, he tucked his phone away, glad for the brief respite from the usual chaos of cursed spirits and investigations.

"Well...keep me updated. I gotta go" Satoru declared, rising to his feet with a sense of urgency.

Satoru's sudden departure left Nanami somewhat perplexed, his gaze following his colleague as he strode away with an air of nonchalance. "You mean you're just going to leave?" Nanami queried, a hint of incredulity coloring his tone.

Satoru glanced back with a grin, his eyes alight with mischief. "Of course! Yuuji and Nobara are practically begging for sushi, and I can't say no to them. Plus, I just promised them I'd drag Megumi along too," he explained, his words trailing off as he continued on his way.

Left alone amidst the somber scene, Nanami sighed softly, his thoughts momentarily drifting to the camaraderie shared among their team. Despite the gravity of their work, there were moments of levity and connection that reminded them of the importance of friendship and solidarity in the face of darkness. With a shake of his head, Nanami refocused his attention on the task at hand, silently vowing to continue their investigation with diligence and determination.

”You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Nanami thought as he watched the white haired man walk away.

——

As Satoru strode away, his earlier grin fading, a furrow formed on his brow, betraying the weight of his thoughts. The gravity of the situation settled upon him like a heavy cloak, prompting a flurry of calculations and considerations in his mind. Whoever or whatever was behind this knew their craft well, leaving behind a trail of enigma and intrigue that seemed to defy easy resolution.

Gears turned in his head as he mulled over the intricacies of the case, each possibility and permutation scrutinized with a keen eye for detail. It was clear that unraveling this mystery would require more than just brute force; it would demand a blend of intuition, strategy, and perhaps a touch of luck.

With a determined nod, Satoru pressed on, his resolve unyielding despite the daunting task ahead. Though the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, he remained steadfast in his pursuit of justice and truth.

—-

The man’s cries echoed through the dimly lit room, mingling with the twisted laughter of your father, whose eyes gleamed with madness as he reveled in the torment he inflicted. “You ruined my life! You ruined my kids’ life! You took everything from me!” the man shrieked, his anguish punctuating the air like a jagged dagger.

Standing beside Kai, you remained outwardly composed, though beneath the facade, turmoil churned within you. You exchanged a glance with Kai, sensing his fear, and offered him a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “It’s going to be okay. Soon, we will all be one happy family again…”

The words slipped from your lips like a rehearsed script, honed through years of manipulation and coercion. Deep down, you knew they were lies, yet they served their purpose in placating Kai's mounting apprehension.

Your own doubts were buried beneath layers of conditioning, the remnants of a childhood spent under your father's malevolent influence. With each passing day, his tendrils of control tightened around your mind, weaving a web of deceit and manipulation.

As you exchanged that fleeting glance with Kai, you saw the reflection of your own fears mirrored in his eyes. The facade of composure you both wore masked a maelstrom of emotions—fear, doubt, and a gnawing sense of dread that threatened to consume you whole.

But outwardly, you maintained the illusion of unity and obedience, for that was the only currency accepted in your father's twisted world.

Your father's voice cut through the eerie silence, his words dripping with malice as he outlined your next mission—an assignment that would test the limits of your loyalty and resolve. "Children, I have one final task for you, one that will cement our supremacy once and for all."

As he spoke, the name "Itadori" hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of past betrayals and unhealed wounds. The Itadori family, once trusted allies turned bitter enemies, had incurred your father's wrath through an act of treachery that had shattered any semblance of trust between them.

With a steely resolve, your father outlined the specifics of the mission, his words resonating with a sense of grim determination. "You are to target the last remaining member of the Itadori family—Yuuji Itadori. He is our greatest adversary, the thorn in our side that must be removed at all costs. I’ve done some research on the kid and it turns out, he is working to be a jujutsu sorcerer…just like his grandfather…” Your father continued, bitterness seeping out. The rift between your family and the Itadoris traced back to a dark chapter in the past, one marked by betrayal and stolen affections. It all began with Yuuji's grandfather, a strong jujutsu sorcerer. A man whose charming facade masked a treacherous heart.

Decades ago, he ensnared your father's mother in a web of deceit and desire, luring her away from her rightful place beside your father's father, or in other words, your grandfather. The illicit affair shattered the fragile bonds of trust between the two families, igniting a feud that would span generations.

The repercussions were devastating. Your father's family was torn asunder by the scandal, their once-united front fractured by the betrayal of a loved one. As the years passed, bitterness festered in the hearts of your family, fueling a desire for vengeance that lingered like a poison in the family's bloodline.

“So it’s most likely he is being protected by some of the best sorcerers out there as of right now…so, as I said before, this will be a tough mission. But I know you kids will do good just for your father, correct?” He asked, making your brother tense up.

”I-I don’t know father. Shouldn’t we just leave all that drama in the past and let the boy live? He had nothing to do with-“

”Silence!” The father yelled at your brother, using his cursed energy on him. Kai bent down in pain as your father messed with his mind.

”Father please, that is enough! We will do what you wish, just please stop hurting him!” You begged, getting on your knees.

He looked down at you and scoffed, putting his torturing methods on your brother to an end.

”Good. Now that that is out of the way, I believe you two have something to do? Now get to it. Remember what happens if you two fail. And trust me, I will not be as merciful as I have been in the past.” He said, walking back to Mr. Takeda and continuing his torture methods on him instead.

You ran up to your brother and helped him, trying to soothe his mind.

Now, tasked with avenging the sins of the past, you stood at the precipice of a new chapter in the age-old conflict. The weight of history bore down upon your shoulders as you prepared to confront the last remaining scion of the Itadori line, knowing that the ghosts of the past loomed large over the path ahead. You would do whatever it takes to stop this all. To make everything normal once again. And if that meant getting rid of Yuuji Itadori, then so be it.

”Yuuji Itadori, enjoy the next upcoming days…for one of them may just be your last…”

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Wanderer/Scaramouche | Small Wish

ıllı Synopsis: Kabukimono, Kunikuzushi, Scaramouche, and Wanderer. His life was a beauty in tragedy, and between those pages lies his encounter with you. Yet, where did you go?

ıllı Genre: Romance, Slight Angst

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader

ıllı Warning: Mention of death

ıllı A/N: I’ve finally finished it! I’m not sure if I gave him justice, but I love how this turned out. It’s a bit long, but I had to place things here and there to make sense. Please enjoy!

ıllı Part 2: Wanderer/Scaramouche - Heard Wish

"Who are you?" It is the same question I ask every time I dream of you.

I remember the comforting smile on your face, the warm hand that held mine, and the soft kisses you gave. Yet, I can't remember how you looked. I don't recall the person I fell in love with. Instead, I drown in the nightmares fueled by the whispers that say you are nothing but an illusion. It hurts. I want to see you, to remember you.

"Maybe we can be together for eternity in your next life." You mutter, holding my hand tightly. Salty tears trickle down your cheeks, but I can't wipe them away.

Why?

Because I know I died before you. I left you alone. I broke my promise to you.

Blinking the sleep away from your bleary eyes, you were met with the rattan roof that sheltered your slumbering form from the cold wind. Soft shuffles could be heard from below, so you rose from your bed and peaked at the source. It was Araja, waddling away with radishes in his arms. It seemed too much for the Aranara, so you rushed to his side and grabbed it for him. Ignoring his startled stance, you asked where the vegetables would be placed.

"Thank you, Nara (Y/N). I was about to bring these to Arapacati. Please help me carry the ingredients to their home." It was a simple request that you happily obliged. There were also tomatoes, sweet flowers, and mushrooms outside. Quickly drifting to Arapacati's home, you turned to her brothers. They were discussing about the unique dish they planned to serve to everyone. Araphala noticed you and waved at you to come closer.

"Will Nara (Y/N) taste our new invention once you return?" He inquired. It might not be evident because of their facial expression, but you could hear the hopeful tone laced in the Aranara's voice. You nodded, but you turned to Arasaka and warned him not to put too much 'taste of happiness' (sugar) in the dish if he planned to use it. The aforementioned Aranara deflated, but it was for the best. Arasaka had the tendency to oversweet dishes, even those that were meant to be savory.

After praying to the Dendro Archon for the success of the Aranara's dish, you wandered into the forest to see its condition. The fauna and flora were thriving, and only minimal problems were present such as weakened plants and pestering fungi. News was that the Withering Zone had decreased significantly after a certain Traveler rescued the Dendro Archon and healed the Irminsul. You had the opportunity to meet them, and they were kind, as Araja and Arapacati mentioned. Paimon was gluttonous, but she was the best travel companion the Traveler could ask for.

Only the fungi, hilichurls, and ruin machines littered the forest. There were occasional sightings of Eremites and Fatui, but they did not harm the forest. In turn, you left them to their own devices. It was for the people in the city to handle as it was their business. Your role was to assist in guarding Vanarana. As such, you found yourself eradicating several ruin sentinels from the underground ruin that came near the Vanarana. Arabalika was also beside you, using his Ararakalari to take down the weak points of the machines. He once mentioned that it was an excellent exercise to strengthen his power, but at the cost of memories, so there were times when you had to re-introduce yourself to him.

"You're not getting away this time!" You concentrated the dendro energy in your hand and hit the center point of the ruin hunter. It crackled before falling unceremoniously. Leaping in the air, you slowly descended to check for your Aranara companion. Just a few meters from your position, Arabalika was hitting the other sentinels with his weapon. As if they were mere toys, the enemies disintegrated into dust. The forest was peaceful once more.

"Nara (Y/N), strong as always, but Arabalika noticed that your speed had dwindled. Is Nara (Y/N) sick?" He asked, trotting toward you. Your eyes widened at his sharp observation. The facade you put up crumbled, and you confessed that you had been having nightmares that exhausted your body and mind.

The Aranara hummed in thought before floating up to your stature. He touched your forehead and used his power. He noticed a blockage at the back of your mind and advised that you talk to Araja about it. You raised an eyebrow at that. Arama once mentioned that there were memories he could not access, like it was purposely sealed inside you. Although you wished for the Aranara to further elaborate his statement, he had long departed to Sarva.

"All right, I'll go back to Vanarana and talk with Araja. See you there, Arabalika. Stay safe!"You bid him farewell. He waved his arm before disappearing underground, most likely to hunt more ruin machines in the Ruins of Dahri.

Shaking your head at his antics, you vanished back to Vanarana. The moment your eyes landed on its sky, you could not help but gawk in awe. The mystical shade of purple and vermillion never failed to astound you, even to this day. There were no moon, sun, or stars in Vanarana as if it was suspended in time. It was also filled with unique flora only the Aranara could reproduce. They said that the memories of the forest brought forth the vegetation in the area. If Sumeru had the Padisarah, Vanarana had the Viparyas, a dazzling seedless flower created using Vasmrti and the forest's memory.

Trudging back to Araja's house, you found yourself humming the Song of Great Dream. It was the last gift Arama gave you.

"Ho? You're back early, Nara (Y/N). Sit down. I'll prepare some tea." Araja mused, motioning to the chair on the ground floor. You gladly took it before voicing your concern.

"Araja, I've been dreaming strange things lately. I always find myself with a man I don't know. Deep inside me, I have an inkling that I know him. There are feelings of happiness and regret whenever I dream." Araja floated toward you and placed the tea on your lap. You thanked him before he positioned himself atop the table.

"I can only surmise that those are your memories, Nara (Y/N). Remember when we found you, a part of your memories were sealed. We did not have enough power to unseal them, but we believe you can unlock them by finding the right trigger. Nara (Y/N), these dreams might mean that fate is with you, preparing you for what you hid from yourself." He responded. You sipped your tea in silence, thinking about the Aranara's words.

It had been nearly two centuries since Araja and Arama found you in the Fane of Ashvattha. They said you stood absentmindedly in front of the first Vasara Tree before collapsing like a withered log. Luckily, the tree remained active and cushioned your fall with leaves and flowers. The tree asked the two to nurse you, but you were like a blank slate when you opened your eyes. No memories of anything. Both you and the Aranara feared each other. You because of being with strangers, and them due to a human entering the Vanarana, which served as their safe haven. Building trust between the two parties took time, but you were thankful for their patience. One day, you overheard Arana, who had just returned from her journey, inquire about your state. Araja said it was amnesia, and when Arama checked your memories, it blocked him. The seal harbored no ill will, but it seemed like you were the one who placed it there. For what reason? None of you know.

��Thank you, Araja. To be honest, I am scared of my memories. What if I was a bad person? What if I hurt you and the others?” You muttered, anxiety coursing through your veins. The Aranara chief floated to your trembling figure and patted your head.

“I believe Nara (Y/N) was a kind Nara even before we took you. I saw the warm treatment and patience you gave to every one of us here in Vanarana. Even when Arasaka put too much zaytun peach jam on your food, you did not complain and finished everything. Nara (Y/N) is a gentle Nara.” He comforted. Tears welled up in your eyes before nodding, enjoying the head pats the Aranara chief gave.

The next day, you were greeted by a bowl of delicious-smelling food held by Arasaka. You blinked owlishly before he gave you a spoon to eat it. He said that they noticed the scent of ‘sadness’ emitting from you yesterday and wanted to comfort you with food. A smile erupted from your lips, and then you began munching on the dish they made. There was a vast improvement in the flavor.

Once breakfast was done, you informed the Aranara chief that you would be visiting Tighnari in Gandharva Ville to learn more about the Withering Zones and the status of the other forests in Sumeru. Arasaka waddled over to you and queried why you were not scared of the Forest Watcher. You were aware that they feared Tighnari because he was a descendant of Valushka Shuna (desert dogs). You crouched down and assured him that the fennec fox would never hurt you or them. He was reluctant to believe your words, but he trusted your strength. With a smile, you left the village.

Gandharva Ville was hours away from Vanarana by foot, but the forest had been kind to you and provided you ease in transportation across lands as long as you remained in their sight. Transporting yourself to the ville, you instantly found yourself in front of Tighnari's office.

"Tighnari? Are you home?" You asked, peeking at the leaf curtain of the hut. The Forest Watcher turned his head from his work, eyes widening at the surprise visit.

"(Y/N)? Well, this is a nice surprise. Come inside." He offered. You gladly followed in and sat on a spare chair in his office. He inquired about your whereabouts the past few days, which you indulged in. An upset frown marred his face at the facet of endangering yourself, but you promised him that you had Arabalika backing you up when you go around fighting.

Tighnari sighed. He decided to get to the main agenda of your visit, which was to explain the declining number of Withering Zones and its impact on the ecosystem. He started with the effects of Irminsul being healed and how it cut the source for the zones to pester. Without the withering, the forest would recover slowly from the detrimental impacts. Plants might need assistance, but it should not pose an issue to you or the forest rangers. The leylines would also start to stabilize, so fewer overflow effects on fauna and flora in Sumeru were expected.

Digesting the information he laid out, you adjusted your itinerary for the day. For now, assistance in revitalizing wilting vegetation was the best option while the forest rangers eliminated the remaining zones. You might help occasionally, but you were confident that Tighnari and his rangers would do the job just fine. Happy with your findings, you thanked the fennec fox and left his hut with a promise to visit again soon. Tighnari shook his head before returning to his work, but a shuffling outside interrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, it's you, Collei. What's wrong?" There was worry evident on his junior's face. Collei huffed out a shaky sigh.

"Who were you talking to just now, Master? There was no one there." She replied. Tighnari froze in his spot.

The common areas you patrolled as self-proclaimed guardian of Vanarana included the Fane of Ashvattha, Yasna Monument, and Chatrakam Cave. Araja admonished them never to enter the Old Vanarana without him or Arabalika as dangerous monsters loitered the deserted region. You heeded his words gravely.

Jumping down the short cliff in Chatkram Cave, you landed on another group of wilting plants. You concentrated the dendro energy in your hand and set it underground. The color of the leaves brightened as they swayed in the wind, overjoyed by the new life given to them. Suddenly, you heard a series of footsteps coming your way. Indigo orbs met your stupefied ones. He looked extremely familiar, like a bygone breeze meeting an old friend.

"Who are you, and what are you doing around this area? Didn't the forest rangers warn the citizens of Sumeru not to wander deep in the forest?" You demanded. The indigo-haired male scoffed at your indignant words before moving past your figure. Offended by his actions, you huffed out that you would not be responsible for any danger that came his way.

"Not to mention, I don't want to be responsible for burying your body. That would be a pain." You murmured, but he heard it loud and clear. Now, it was his turn to be aggrieved.

"Ho? How foolish. You think I'm feeble I can barely lift a rock, is that it?" There was a dangerous glint dancing in his eyes. Not minding the challenge, you replied.

"If the shoe fits." Wanderer was dumbfounded by the sass you showed him. However, he was more bewildered by the lack of recognition from you. A frown marred his face.

Glancing back at the man, you noticed a conflicting expression on his face. You urged the man to move to another area, but it was immediately shot down. He said he had some important business to care for, which he deemed none of your business. He waved goodbye after that and moved ahead.

There was no way for him to enter Vanarana without a special instrument, so you let him be. However, a creeping intuition told you to check on him later, so after aiding the withered plants, you scanned the area for his silhouette. You found a familiar ascetic garb and hat standing just outside the Vanarana. He was deep in thought.

"Who are you really, and what are you here for? As the forest guardian, I can't permit you to trespass this area." You warned again. He gave you a blank look and then sighed. There were no Aranaras in sight, and the Dendro Archon failed to inform him of such problems.

"Look, Lesser Lord Kusanali requested that I inspect this area. Got a problem with that?" He replied. The way your eyes squinted in suspicions was well-known to him, so he shook his head. There was no way for you to believe his words without evidence.

"You won't believe any of my words, so why don't you bring one of those stupid vegetables here? They'll recognize me." He simply said, sitting down on the rock to rest. You were displeased by his attitude but disappeared from his vision nonetheless. He knew you were most likely involved with the Aranaras, considering your protective nature on the said place.

Wanderer let out a shaky sigh the moment you left. After years of losing you, he did not expect to see you in Sumeru, of all places. Why were you here? Never in his life did he wish to quickly return to Nahida and demand if she knew all this time that you would be here. It felt like a cruel mockery of his past, one that he longed to move forward. However, he knew he could never let go of his last betrayal.

"Just how...?"

Moments later, you reappeared outside Vanarana where the young man clad in blue was waiting. Beside you were Araja and Ararycan (he wanted to tag along and see another human). The Aranara chief saw Wanderer and nodded that it was indeed the young man the Dendro Archon brought with her the last time they met. His hat stood out the most, genuinely recognizable even from afar. There was still distrust in your heart, but you opted to give him a chance.

Materializing a wooden lyre designed by the Aranara, you taught him the Song of Great Dreams. You snickered internally at his disgruntled look. He plucked the strings, and the Vanarana in front of you changed to the state you had grown used to. The Aranara around squealed at the sight of Wanderer, while the others peaked curiously from their houses.

"Araja, Ararycan, I will be with Arasaka and Araphala. Call me once you three are done." You waved goodbye to them.

Wanderer watched you go, an uneasy feeling welling up in his chest. Araja cleared his throat to gain his attention before urging them inside his abode. Ararycan sat on one of the stomps and stared at his figure, enamored by the massive hat on his hut. The indigo-haired male was bothered by his stare but decided to relay the Dendro Archon's message to the Aranara chief. They diligently discussed the Irminsul, Tree of Dreams, and the new Ashvattha Tree in the underground of the Old Vanarana.

"Arama will always be with the forest, right? Ararycan can't wait to see Arama again in Sarva. Ararycan will tell him many stories, especially the Golden Nara who helped with the big iron chunks!" The cyan Aranara intercepted. Araja chuckled while Wanderer had an undecipherable glaze in his eyes. Was it pity or empathy? He was not sure.

"I'll report this to the Dendro Archon. We'll personally visit the Old Vanarana. Maybe further in the desert after we resolved the minor issues in the Akademiya." Wanderer voiced. Araja brightened at the news.

"You have my utmost gratitude, Blue Nara. Hmmm? What is that in your hands, Nara (Y/N)?" They all turned to you. In your hands was a tray with three bowls. It smelled delicious.

Placing the tray down, you told them it was Arasaka's newest invention. You taste-tested the dish, so you assured them that it was good. Not too sweet and not too savory, just the perfect balance. Wanderer was reluctant to eat the dish, so you grabbed a spoon and walked to him. He was about to protest, but you shoved it in his mouth. He did not wish to admit it, but you were right.

"Not bad, right? Anyways, sorry if I'm interrupting. I did not want Arasaka's effort to go to waste. I'll be going to the Fane of Ashvattha, Araja. If you ever need me, I'm one teleport away. Sorry if I can't escort you out, uhh... Wanderer, right?" You apologized with a hint of questioning tone at the end of your sentence, uncertain if you got it right. The indigo-haired male winced at the name, not liking the fact that you called him that instead of—Nevermind. It was not yet the time. The three watched you disappear from their sight. Once you were gone, Wanderer also decided to leave the area.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Aranara Chief." He tipped his hat respectfully before going to the Silapna to play the Song of the Great Dream. Like before, he was back in the real world. He glanced around, hoping to catch your figure, but it was impossible to get anything from you. Not when you did not even remember him.

The puppet returned to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, where he reported about the Aranara's situation. Nahida understood the situation and already formulated a plan to assist the children of the forest with the changes brought by the Irminsul. Before she could go, the puppet stopped her in her tracks.

"Buer, why the fuck are they there, and why is it that they don't remember me?" She could hear the frustration in his voice, but an honest answer was all she could give.

"They've been in a state of limbo, you could say. They're not exactly dead, but their spirit had been lost in the transition due to our interference with the Irminsul. I dug up this information. You remember the reason and how they died, right?" She questioned. He nodded.

You two argued about the Doctor's cruel experiments on his body. The distaste you held for the harbinger angered the puppet because it seemed like you were not happy with the path he chose. He thought that you were there to hinder him from reaching godhood. However, you knew better. The Doctor desired to break Wanderer, so you confronted him. It led from one thing to another, and his last memory of you was the moment he saved you from falling down the snowy cliff in Snezhnaya. Your body had long gone cold.

Without knowing the confrontation, Wanderer begged Dottore to save you. He did not know that the Doctor used your body for experiments. He was curious about your constitution and the runes engraved on your wrist. After researching, he found that it was meant to lengthen your life, but your spirit escaped his grasp. Wanderer learned the truth after he tampered with the Divine Tree. It was one of the things he would not forgive Dottore for. Currently, your battered body remained in a special room in Bimarstan, suspended in time and slowly coping.

"Is there a way to get them back?" He asked.

"You have to make them remember. Slowly. Going by what you mentioned earlier, there must be memories sealed at the back of their mind that they could not access alone. At least not with the right stimuli." She responded. Wanderer froze, torn by the decision he had to make. Letting you remember meant recognizing his god-awful attitude. An exhausted sigh escaped his lips.

"Are you scared?" Nahida tilted her head, confused by his hesitation. Embarrassed, he turned his head, but the young god was not far from it. The puppet was terrified. He just found you, and if you were to know his past, you might run away and leave him for good.

"Hmm. Now that's a surprise. I thought you would not mind because they did not seem special to you. However, there must be a change of heart along the way. Interesting. You're shrouded with guilt and now favors them. Don't worry, I think they can handle it. They must be looking for those memories as well." She voiced. Wanderer did not reply and left the sanctuary quietly.

The following day, he marched back to Vanarana. It was a difficult decision on his end, but the feeling of emptiness in your heart must have been excruciating. It was only fair to give you the right triggers to unlock those memories.

“Wanderer? What are you doing back here? Did Lesser Lord Kusanali say anything?” You asked, placing down the timbers you collected for cooking. The Aranara with you squeaked in fear, but you petted its head and assured it that the Nara with them meant no harm. Wanderer was perturbed by the creature’s reaction. He also crouched down and apologized.

“I’m sorry for startling you. And no, I just came to spend time in Vanarana while awaiting the Dendro Archon’s next order.” He returned. Your eyes widened at the tenderness of his voice, almost as if the person you met yesterday was a stranger.

“Are you really Wanderer? Why are you not scoffing or huffing indignantly?” You questioned, trembling at the strange behavior he exuded. He gave you his infamous dead eyes before standing up.

“Don’t get me wrong. I can still insult you whenever I want. I just needed some time away from my duties.” The sincerity in his words made you trust him a little bit. You directed your attention to the Aranara beside you and whispered. It nodded before floating away with the timbers in its hand.

Wanderer raised an eyebrow at its action, but his thoughts were soon occupied by your hand pulling him above Vanarana. It was a sight to behold. He sat down by the cliff and listened to you talk about the place. It seemed like you had grown accustomed to life with the children of the forest. Unconsciously speaking out loud, you confirmed his speculations.

“They’ve become my family. Still, my heart yearns for the past I hid from myself. You might be confused, but the Aranaras rescued me. I had no memories of my life before, and even if I tried to remember, I ended up getting hurt. The migraines I get from pushing my mind were no laughing matter, but I still want to know. Was I a good person? Did I leave the world happily? Did someone cry for my death?” You wistfully said.

Pursing his lips, the puppet released a shaky sigh. Yes, this would be his gift to you. He would gladly take it to his grave if you hate him afterward.

The Dendro Archon’s assistant became a frequent visitor in the Vanarana. A few of the Aranaras learned to interact with him, and they found him tolerable. As for the indigo head, he hated that Ararycan would find opportunities to steal his hat and throw it around like a frisbee. It would make you laugh at the incredulity of the situation, but you made sure to grab it for him and have the Aranara apologize. Not like the cyan Aranara would not do it again.

At some point, he became a staple part of your life. You would go in patrols and come home to see him there. He would say that the Dendro Archon requested him to inspect the area, but you rarely see him go anywhere. It was amusing, to say the least. However, his visits also brought stranger dreams. The man's silhouette started to clear up, but before you could fully see him, the dream would turn into nightmares. There would be a doctor, and you would hear yourself tell him to stop with the experiments.

“You’ve done enough! Can’t you see that you’re killing him?”

“A toy? He’s not a toy for you to play and discard after!”

“You’re a horrible man, Doctor.”

It was always the same, and you would be drenched in sweat by the time you woke up. Araja noticed your disorderly state and advised that you get out of Vanarana. Take in a new surrounding, breathe and forget about your duties for once in a while. Somehow, you ended up in front of the first Ashvattha Tree, where Araja and Arama first found you.

“Lesser Lord Kusanali wants to talk with you, Chief Araja. Maybe she could come here next week?” Wanderer asked, back again in the Aranara’s home to discuss Nahida’s request. The chief gladly accepted the meeting. Before the puppet went, he inquired about your whereabouts.

“Nara (Y/N) left Vanarana to clear their head. It seemed like nightmares began claiming their sleep. I have not seen Nara (Y/N) get a good night's sleep, so this change of pace might help.” He confessed.

Wanderer thanked him and left to find you. Nahida could wait, but he had an inkling that you needed somebody to understand what you were going through right now. Was he the right person for it? Maybe not, but he could care less.

‘Where are they?’ He searched high and low for you, even going into caves to see if you would be in them. However, there was no trace of you. He was about to give up and ask Nahida when he found a strange glow in the Fane of Ashvattha. There, he found your slumbering figure leaning against the tree. It pulsated as you dozed off. He was about to walk towards you when the vines around him reacted as if protecting you.

“Don’t worry, I’m just here to talk to them. I’m a… friend. They’re safe with me.” He was unsure if he was going insane by talking to a tree, but this was Teyvat, where even the most insane thing existed. The vines retracted and revealed your figure. Wanderer carefully trod the path laid out for him.

“Hey, why are you dozing off here in the cold, idiot?” He nudged. You opened your eyes at his voice and yawned. There was no recollection of when you fell asleep, but you could tell this was the best slumber you had in days.

There was a moment of silence between you two until you noticed he was waiting for an answer. Stupefied, you stammered a response saying that sleep evaded you. Not to mention, the nightmares kept you up almost everyday. You followed Araja's suggestion and took in new sceneries. Although, in the end, you still wound up in the Ashvattha Tree.

"Those dreams, have you ever presumed that they could be memories? They said you could attain the past you lost with the right stimuli. Scaramouche, Dottore, Fatui, don't they ring a bell?" Hope and desperation gleamed in his eyes, and you could not fathom the reason for it. His eyes told a thousand words. Before you could utter a thing, an excruciating headache hit your head.

“Hngh! It hurts!” You moaned, clutching your head in pain. It felt like your head was splitting into two as tears gathered at the corner of your eyes. You bit your lips until they bled just to prevent yourself from screaming. The atmosphere around you turned colder, and Wanderer squinted his eyes at what was happening to you. Even if it meant hurting you, he knew you had to remember.

Familiar silhouettes appeared in your mind. There was the doctor named Dottore and a man— No, a puppet named Scaramouche. Both were harbingers of the Fatui, and your fate had been entangled with theirs for some reasons you could not recall.

“What…? I—“ You huffed, your body still trembling. There was no continuation after that, but the remnants of the headache made you dizzy. You wanted to puke, empty your stomach to the bottom, but Wanderer held you against him in comfort. He took your hand and sternly asked for your permission.

“I know that you have many questions right now, but (Y/N), I know about you. If you are willing, I can take you to a place where we can restore your memories." He assured. You peered at him, incredulity coating your orbs. Fear engulfed your body. How could a stranger you had only known for days know more about you? You tried to push him away, but you were too weak.

"W-Who are you, Wanderer? What do you mean? I—" You lurched to the side and emptied the contents of your stomach. He held a pained expression before reaching for you again. Wanderer asked if you could trust him once more. He rambled about how it was for your own good. The confident yet sullen glimmer in his eyes said it all. You slowly nodded, then collapsed on him.

The puppet fussed over your weakened state, but you promised him that it was the stress eating you up. Reluctantly, he carried you to Nahida.

The moment you arrived at the Sanctuary of Surasthana, you were in awe. It was a sacred place you could not help but feel unwelcome. However, the Dendro Archon warmly welcomed you. She gave Wanderer a disappointed gaze, but he brushed it off and asked that she give you your memories back. Nahida glanced at you and asked if you were ready to face what you hid from yourself.

"I may not be, but... I want to face the me of the past and owe up to what I did." Your words reflected those that Wanderer said when he was still as lost as you. He could not help but smile. He was proud of what you had become.

Nahida tilted her head before nodding. She opened up a space, and it swallowed you two. You instinctively closed your eyes in dread of where it would take you. Wanderer remained unfazed, but when the area cleared up, he came face to face with your body. The Dendro Archon asked you to open your eyes and touch the slumbering form before you.

'Is this... my body?' You thought. Wanderer carefully placed you down as you slowly approached your body. It opened its eyes and gazed at you. There was a smile on the body's lips before it embraced you, the soul its missing for centuries. You froze in your place as memories flashed before your eyes. The seal at the back of your mind dispersed, and you watched each day pass by.

The first memory was the kind Kabukimono who Niwa took under his wings. He first met you below the Sakura Tree in one of the villages near the mines. The thunder sakura enhanced the beauty you possessed, and he fell in love for the first time. He did not recognize what emotion it was, but to you, it was adoration. You loved his indigo orbs that seemed to reflect the night sky. However, you were not formally introduced to each other until he saw you again with the sick child.

As if arranged by fate, the child pulled you towards the Kabukimono. His indigo eyes widened at the sight, but he smiled and introduced himself. This time, he hoped to learn about you. Kabukimono would go out of town to work, while you remained at home to care for the child. It was like a little family in a deserted place despite you three not having the same blood. The puppet learned to cherish and love you two, but tragedy struck. The child perished away from death. The puppet did not understand why he broke his promise. He could not discern death. You tried to explain to him its concept.

"Are they always fated to die? Does that mean you will also leave me? You will break your promise?" He was desperate. He did not want to be alone. You could only look to the side, unable to answer him truthfully. Kabukimono wistfully laughed.

"Don't die on me, (Y/N). You have to promise you will do everything not to die. Don't betray me as they did!" He hissed. You reached for his hand, but the tears trickling down his face stopped you. Nodding your head, you assured him that you would live for him. Yet you knew that it was only a matter of time.

Days passed by, and Kabukimono changed his name to Kunikuzushi. He wreaked havoc amongst the Raiden Gokaden. Blood was spilled, yet you could only watch in horror. You still loved the man, but he longed for an impossible revenge and power. Soon, the Fatui reached out to him. He was recruited and renamed Scaramouche "The Balladeer". Snezhnaya was a frigid place, and their plans frightened you. Scaramouche sought to keep you in the dark, but some things slipped here and there.

At one point, the Doctor was intrigued by his constitution and implored to conduct experiments on his person. Scaramouche was repulsed initially, but Dottore assured him it would help with his revenge on the Electro Archon. He would be cut up, injected with strange serums, and connected to machines that destroyed his body, but Scaramouche remained resilient. You could not stand how he strived to reach his dreams and confronted him.

"What do you know?! You're just a lowly mortal, (Y/N). Remember that you will leave me too. I have prepared myself." He coldly stated.

"I promised you that I would remain alive, did I not? I am also researching ways to extend my life, Kuni—" He held your wrist tightly and threw you to the side. It was a silent warning not to mention that name. You feared the Scaramouche in front of you. He could kill you if he wanted but chose not to.

The only option you had was to confront the Doctor. The harbinger only laughed at your attempt. He mocked your efforts to protect Scaramouche, but he proposed an option. It was to use your body in his experiment. He noticed the runes on your wrist and desired to uncover the secrets behind them. You declined his offer. It was one of the arts taught to you by a dying adepti during your research to lengthen your life. There was no way you would willingly give it away. The Doctor clicked his tongue in distaste before turning his head away.

"Then amuse me, (Y/N). At what lengths are you willing to protect your lover? Will he be happy with your interference?" He scorned. You clenched your fists tightly before leaving his laboratory. Dottore chuckled at your stubborn nature.

"One way or another, I will have you." He uttered, satisfied by the turn of events.

Scaramouche continued with his ordeal with the Doctor. As much as he despised the man, he was his key to reaching godhood. On the other hand, you were determined to impede Dottore's experiment. He was initially amused until you discovered his human experimentation on god residues and Delusions. He sighed at the unfortunate turn of events. Because of your stubborn nature, death was the only option for you. He could not waste his 'materials' anymore after all. Not to mention, your body seemed worthy of his attention.

"In the end, you could not protect him. Hilarious. You could have just accepted my terms, and I would have been lenient with the Balladeer. How pitiful." He chaffed. You tightly held onto his wrist, desperate to pull the scalpel out of your heart, but Dottore pushed further. Your vision blurred as your breathing slowed down.

"Y-You'll get your karma soon...bastard." He dismissed your threats and threw you off the snowy cliffs. You watched his figure disappear in the snowstorm. Thoughts of Scaramouche filled your mind, pained apologies uttered in the howling winds. Your memories ended bittersweetly.

As you opened your eyes, your gaze landed on Wanderer (Scaramouche, Kunikuzushi, or Kabukimono, his names overwhelmed you). He gently held your figure against him, and the kind act warmed your insides. Yet, the guilt in your person coated your heart.

"I'm sorry... for leaving you..." You muttered, holding his hand tightly. Tears gathered at the corner of your eyes until they fell one by one. Soon, you were a sobbing mess. He smiled ruefully and kissed your forehead.

"I should be the one who's sorry, stupid. You endured my god-awful attitude and even had to deal with the Doctor. Ha! The nerve of that narcissistic bastard." He replied. You weakly chuckled before resting your body against him in exhaustion.

"You know I'm willing to do everything for you. It was all for you." You mumbled before your consciousness absconded.

The space around you dispersed. Nahida appeared and greeted you with a smile. She noticed your fatigued figure and let you relax for the time being. The Dendro Archon focused her attention on Wanderer and inquired about what occurred inside. He scoffed and turned his back to her.

"They got their memories back, and... we were able to reconcile. There are still many things to discuss, so we will take our leave. You have my gratitude, wise god." He fixed your figure against his hold and left the Sanctuary of Surasthana. Nahida shook her head and remembered that Wanderer forgot to give his report about the Tree of Dreams.

"I'll just pull him back here tomorrow. I'm sure (Y/N) will understand if I take their lover away for a while." She giggled.

The following day was filled with reticent apologies and assurance. Wanderer with his attitude while you with the broken promise. It was out of character for him to be affectionate, but this was his chance to make up for what he made you go through. Once that was fulfilled, he whispered that you were free to leave him and have a happy life, but you immediately opposed it.

"This time, this time, don't let me go, Kuni." You begged. His eyes widened, and his fingers trembled against yours. To him, you were too nice for the cruel world he knew. If possible, he would like to hide you from the ugly things of Teyvat, but you would surely be angry at him.

"You're right. I'm the stupid one. Then this time, we will be together for eternity. I'll make sure this small wish will be ours to fulfill." You smiled at his words.

"By the way, if I recall correctly, weren't you supposed to report to Lord Nahida about the Tree of Dreams? I recall Araja talking about the progress of the plan about it." You uttered. Wanderer froze. He totally forgot about it after the incident yesterday.

'She's right. I believe you have to come to my office now, Wanderer. Or do you want me to drag you back to the sanctuary in front of your lover?' A gentle voice resonated around his home. He scowled before standing up to prepare. You lightly laughed.

Standing up, you picked up his hat and placed it on his head. He was surprised but more taken aback when you kissed his cheeks. The sudden affection made him flustered.

"We have an eternity to compensate for the lost time." You whispered. He gently held your hand and nuzzled it. It was this warmth you had been chasing in your dreams. You finally remember the person you fell in love with, and the promise between you two was forged anew.

'Not to interrupt this ending, (Y/N), but you might want to tell Tighnari that you're a living person. I think you spook the living mushrooms out of him after Little Collei asked who he was talking to from your last visit.' Nahida urged. You blinked owlishly before following Wanderer outside. You did have some explaining to do, and you might as well visit Araja and the others while you were at it.

Please do not copy or repost my stories, but notes and reblogs are always appreciated!

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2024/07/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第11回目‼️〜とにかくたくさんお喋りしました〜

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Talk Garden Vol.11‼️〜I Talked a Lot〜

Vol 11 of Wakana' Chat's Talk Garden has been uploaded!! ＼(^o^)／This time, I asked you to submit all sorts of questions for me😊I wanted to read as many of your messages as possible so the episode turned out really long…😅💦I know it's probably a hassle to listen to the entire thing but please bear with me, take your time and listen to the podcast whenever you feel like it🤗✨

Here is the "Silk Nightcap" I mentioned in the podcast (looks surreal doesn't it?😂) I think it fits quite well *laughs* The back looks like this. You can tuck away and protect your long hair😆

And here's some info about my summer skin care! I didn't answer the question properly during the podcast so I thought it would be best to show you everything here😂In summer, I tend to prefer skin care products that are a little lighter than the ones I use in winter, but I don't want to change my routine completely.😊All these items are from Korean brands…🤣Aside from chaging the lotion I use for my facial device, the lineup is pretty much the same as in winter. However, since the UV rays are strong during this time of year, I use a lot more cosmetics with whitening agents. I use the same nighttime serums all year round, one with vitamin C, another one with retinol. I use the one with retinol on days when I've been exposed to too much air conditioning, and the one with vitamin C on days when I've been exposed to UV rays. I have various morning serums…not just the ones you see here, there are about four types that I use depending on my mood. One product that's different in summer is my cream, I use the tube in the back on the right side at night. In the morning, I use the tube in the back on the left side as a good base for my makeup. By the way, my tone-up serum is the tube next to my morning cream. I love the brand "Serendi Beauty", but unfortunately, their products have been sold out for a while and I can't buy them anywhere😭It's not featured here but their lotion in particular is seriously the best…!!

I also use face masks in the morning and at night, the same ones I use in winter 😊Here's my starting lineup for facial masks✨Once again, I've increased my stock of whitening products! And of course I also want something that is very moisturising! I aim to feel well hydrated from the inside. That way, even if I do my makeup with a matte finish, my face won't dry out all day 😊💓

Well, since I have some spare time… I'll briefly try to answer a few of the remaining questions! (^^)

Q. Do you mind spoilers? For shows, movies, novels, manga, games, setlists, anything? A. I don't like spoilers for weekly shows that I look forward to watching. I am very fascinated by anything horror-related but I think it's too scare so I can't really watch it. That's why I always read all the spoilers *laughs* Also, I'm such a beginner at games so I watch a lot of walkthrough videos of good players to help me get past difficult parts.

Q. Do you receive all of our letters and presents? A. Yes! I've received all of them, including every single letter😊 Thank you as always…✨ Speaking of which, I once received some hair oil which made my hair super smooth and silky so I bought some for myself!! !

Q. Are you okay with heights? A. I'm not that bad at heights but I feel like the glass floor of Tokyo Tower is pretty scary😇 Also, I've never been on one but the Ferris wheel carriages with glass floors look pretty scary too😇

Q. What are some recommended spots in Yokohama? A. The sea and the night view around the Red Brick Warehouse are beautiful!! !

Q. Have you ever had a pet before? A. When I still lived at home with my parents we had a dog🐕 When I started living alone, I had a goldfish🐟 (My little goldfish Buu-chan has passed away and gone to heaven a long time ago (;_;)🐟✨)

Q. Even though my message was read during the last episode, the present hasn't arrived yet. When will it arrive? A. Please forgive me, I'm always so slow at making my postcards for you. I will try my best to have them delivered by the beginning of the next month! I'm sorry for making you all anxious, wondering if the postcard got lost in the mail… 😱 Please wait patiently~ (I'm even more sorry that last month's presents were super late… 💦)

I want to answer even more of your questions but I'm going to stop here before it gets out of hand 😅If you have any other questions, please send them to me~

The next talk theme for the episode on August 10th will be "What kind of pillow do you use?/What is everyone's pillow situation?" Additionally, you can continue to send random questions you'd like to ask me! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／The deadline is July 31st!! ! Please send in as many messages as you can!! ! 💌

Well then, everyone! This Saturday I am performing at the summer event “AirTrip presents Everyday’s Omatsuri 2024”! See you at Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse~♪＼(^o^)／♪

Until next time~☆( '▽')/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #11

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Episode #11 »»—— CLICK ME 🎁 CLICK ME ——«« ・Anything you’d like to ask Wakana/Anything you’d like Wakana to talk about

One fan asked about Wakana's time as a gospel choir member and whether she remembered liking any particular songs or singers. While she doesn't have a lot of memories, she recalls three specific songs => "This Little Light of Mine", "Seasons of Love" and "It's Raining Men". Loved that we got a few snippets of her singing some lines of each song. I honestly wouldn't mind if she released another cover album with all sorts of Western/American music

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on August 10th, the following two topics have been chosen:

・ What kind of pillow do you use?/What's your pillow situation? ・Anything you’d like to ask Wakana/Anything you’d like Wakana to talk about

The submission deadline is 07/31.

Everyday’s Omatsuri Merchandise

Two original items have been revealed as live goods for Wakana's upcoming appearance at the summer event "Everyday's Omatsuri"! One is a t-shirt and the other is a muffler towel. You can order both in Wakana's Official Online Shop! Preorder period ends on July 12! Shipping is scheduled for the end of July. (Source) (Instagram post by Wakana)

Title: “AirTrip presents Everyday’s Omatsuri 2024” Date and time:July 13, 2024 Open 18:30 / Start 19:00 Venue: Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse Performers: RYTHEM・Wakana Official site: http://omatsuridays.jp/

2024/07/11 Instagram post by Wakana

Today I had a rehearsal for the summer event “Everyday’s Omatsuri 2024”which will take place this Saturday 🤗✨ Here I am together with the two members of RYTHEM and Takebe-san! Say Cheese 📸YUI-san and YUKA-san were so cute and dazzling…😍💓I'm excited because I think it's going to be a fantastic peformance✨I hope everyone will come and have a great time~🧚💕(Source)

[countrymusiclover]

5 - Cassiopeia Rhodes

Part 6

Star Crossed Enemies

The Ark

Marcus Kane led Glass through the space station hallway from her quarters until they reached a private office that was only allowed to members of the council. He allowed her to walk inside first before shutting the door and gesturing to one of the two chairs surrounding a small table before them. “Have a seat, Ms. Sorenson.”

“What do you want to know about my ex best friend?”

Glass slowly sat down in one of the chairs.

The vice chancellor took his seat in the chair across from hers on the other side of the table. “From what I remember I saw you two mingling around this station almost everyday until you were locked up. What changed for you to refer to her as your ex best friend now?”

“She didn’t visit me in lockup. I assume she found better friends.” She lied through her teeth. She couldn’t admit the real reason or that would expose everything the Griffin family was hiding.

Kane made a noise reaching inside a nearby desk drawer, taking out a tablet. He typed a few times on the device, spinning it around where she could see old security cameras footage of the bay where they floated people for their crimes. “Then explain why exactly you are interacting with her on this tape.”

Glass gave him a silent confused look until she recognized her own voice before her figure hugged the other blonde girl standing before her in the video. “Cass! Why are they sending you down there? It isn’t safe yet. It hasn’t been a hundred years yet.”

“I don’t know why they’re doing this. I don’t want to go, Glass.” Cassiopeia blabbered off through tears.

“Dr. Griffin, please don’t do this. She’s my best friend.” Glass on the video begged the doctor.

Kane sent the girl seated across from him a knowing look when Jake Griffin’s wife finally spoke. “Glass, it’s family business-“

“Oh for god sake. I have a sister. Her name is Clarke and we are twins and nobody knows about us. That’s why they are sending me to the ground without knowing if it's survivable or not!” Cassiopeia shouted before Kane hit pause on the video.

The councilmen then leaned his body forward on the table showing no emotions across his facial expressions. “Ms. Sorenson, I suggest you start telling me the truth before I have to begin threatening the answers out of you about this girl.”

“Threatening me in what way?” She asked in a quiet voice.

Kane replied. “You know how.”

“I’ll be placed back in the Skybox.” She shut her eyes when the words escaped her lips.

He nodded in response. “Now that we both have an understanding of what is going on here. Tell me everything you know about Cassiopeia Rhodes or should I say Cassiopeia Griffin.”

“How much do you already know about her, councilor Kane?” Glass asked the man in front of her.

She desired to keep her mother happy and also keep her friends identity a secret. Even though she didn’t like how Dr. Griffin sent her eldest days down to die a year before they had sent 99 other people down to the ground to possibly suffer the same fate. She wasn’t even sure if any of them were still alive on the ground.

Kane waited a minute before he answered the girl's question. “I know my friend Jake Giffin asked me to look out for her. But according to this tape my friend that I thought I knew didn’t feel he could be honest with me that he had another daughter.”

“Probably because he knew you’d float him and his wife over accidentally having twins.” Glass snapped back at him in her still calm tone.

Kane glared at the blonde. “Watch your words, Ms. Sorenson. Now that I have told you what I know, what do you know about Cassiopeia Rhodes?”

“Dr. Griffin has lied to her daughter Clarke for her entire life. From what I can guess she thinks that Cassio was just a childhood friend and not her older twin sister.” Glass tapped her fingers on the table, biting her lip. “I don’t know much more than that. Cassiopeia could tell you more if her mother hadn’t sent her down to the ground before you all sent the 100. If you want more information why don’t you ask Abigail Griffin?”

Kane eyed the girl for a moment running a hand over his chin getting up from his chair opening the door allowing a guard to enter the room. “Escort Ms. Sorenson back to her quarters and keep a close eye on her Guard Ridley.”

“Luke.” Glass muttered out a whisper recognizing the guardsman the second he entered the room. His curly blonde hair and deep brown eyes were hard to miss.

Luke tugged Glass up to stand from her chair dragging her out of the room by her forearm. The pair didn’t speak for a moment until they were out of ear shot from Marcus Kane. He gently pushed the girl against the wall caging her in with his arms making sure no one would hear them in the empty hallway. “What was all that about, Glass. Why did he have to talk with you?”

“It’s about my past, Luke.” She replied.

His tone shifted to a much calming one but even she couldn’t deny that it was visible on his face that he was concerned about her. “Is this about you being part of the 100?”

“Not that part of my past. It’s about Cassio Rhodes.” She shakes her head no seeing he hadn’t figured it out yet.

Luke raised a brow in response. “The girl that disappeared from the Ark a year ago. Most people thought she was dead, including myself.”

“She didn't disappear by choice. Dr. Abigail Griffin sent her down to the ground before the 100. She's the secret older sister of Clarke Griffin.”

Luke released a breath putting the pieces together. “The parents would have been floated for that.”

“Yeah and apparently the rest of the council is just now figuring out the secret they're been keeping for sixteen years.” Glass added on. “I - I don't care what they ask me about her. I just wish I knew she was alive.”

Luke wiped away a falling tear from her face, getting an idea in his head. “I might have a way to find that out. But we have to go to the monitoring bay.”

“Are we allowed in there?” Glass asked, concerned in spilling from her voice.

Luke sent her a quick look before they headed in the direction of the specific room that had originally been used to monitor the 100’s progress. “I know someone who got in there a few months ago. Her name is Raven Reyes. So don’t worry I know how to sneak us in there.”

Cassie’s pov

Bellamy had the restraints back on my wrists and ankles while I was sitting in one of the dropship seats rather than on the metal floor of the dropship. I was peacefully sleeping with my head laying against my shoulder until the top hatch door opened with a loud sound. Footsteps made noise until whoever it was hit their hand against the wall right beside my head making me jump awake. “Uh! What the hell?”

“Rise and shine Cassie.” Bellamy declared grabbing a metal stool, dragging it across the floor until it was right in front of me.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I stretched my limbs out. “What time is it, Blake?”

“6am. You ain't got time for beauty sleep, grounder girl.” He remarked back to me.

I groaned, laying my head back against the cold metal wall closing my eyes for a brief moment. “For a second I thought you almost called me beautiful.”

“I'm not looking for a relationship right now.” He responded.

I sent him a half glare. “Neither am I. Now why have you woken me up at farmer hours?”

“I need to start getting information out of you about your people and your friend downstairs still isn't talking. So I'm hoping you and your little blabbermouth can help me out here.”

The second he called me a blabbermouth I knew I needed to keep my mouth shut. I could tell him all I want about my life on the Ark. But if you snitched any of the grounders' secrets to the enemy they'd banish me or kill me if I ever managed to escape from this camp. “I can't disclose grounder secrets if I desire to keep my head. But I can provide you with other helpful information.”

“Yeah, like what?” Bellamy asked me knitted brows.

Hugging my knees to my chest I leaned my body forward trying to get as close to him as possible even though I was on the floor and he was seated on a stool so there was a big height difference. “Give you tips on how to survive down here.”

“How do I know this isn't just a trap and you're going to try and escape the second I let you mingle around camp?” He leans down where our noses could almost touch if one of us scooted forward just a smidge.

Forcing myself onto my knees I pushed our noses together making sure he heard what I said to him. “I saved your life a few days ago in case you're forgotten. I could have easily let that spear kill you but I didn't. So how about you give me a chance to prove myself unless you're afraid I might prove to be a better leader than you and Clarke.”

Bellamy focused his gaze solely on mine and we held that position for a few minutes before he drew his head back and took out a knife. “You only get two changes and if you lose both you're right back in this position again.” He cut away the zip ties getting up from the stool offering me a hand. I slapped my hand into his larger one allowing him to help me stand up, knowing this next step would be interesting.

[dewedup]

Anon here again. Upon seeing one of your reblogs, I know what to request :) Rain/Dew daddy Rain. Go wild. <3

you said go wild and i took that to heart

i was going to use this as an excuse to try my hand at writing some absolutely filthy smut, i hope you enjoy!

earthly delight (raindrop)

“Thank you,” Dew whispers, looking down to the ground submissively. Rain’s gloved hand wraps tightly under Dew’s chin, tilting his head back up to stare directly into his eyes.

“Thank you what?” Rain snarls, his lip curling back to reveal his fangs in a predatory manner. If Dew wasn’t already turned on, the look of disgust on Rain’s face would have him rock hard instantly.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

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or Rain's just in the greenhouse trying to get some peace and quiet but Dew is bored and horny.

18+ ONLY

Pairing: Dewdrop x Rain (Raindrop)

Fandom: The Band Ghost

Words: 2,490

Tags: Daddy Kink, Face Slapping, Improvised Sex Toys, improvised lube, Spit Kink, Facials, Come Swallowing, Come Eating, Spanking, gardening kink?, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Play, Semi-Public Sex, Dewdrop Is A Little Shit, Smut, Overstimulation, Daddy Rain, Bratty Dew

Read below the cut or AO3 link

a massive, love-filled shoutout to @jimothybarnes for being the best beta, smut-writing guide, cheerleader, for talking about ideas and motivating me to work this out and catching things my terrible eyes missed (any remaining errors or mistakes are all me though!)

Something about the feeling of burrowing his hands into soft dirt, cradling the roots of a new bloom with a touch so delicate it could ghost the surface of a body of water without creating as much as ripple, gives Rain the deepest sense of peace. He knows exactly why Mountain chooses to spend so much time in the greenhouse, the fresh oxygen tinged with the gritty smell of fertilizer is calming. It’s why he doesn’t hesitate to take Mountain up on his offer of helping with repotting some of the seeds that had started to take root. 

He's a natural, and his ability to sense the level of hydration in the plants comes in handy, instantly learning how much water would suffice for each species. He even found a plant identification textbook in the library and will lay in bed at night, absorbing the information like a plant absorbs the sunlight.  

Mountain left a little while ago, Aurora was trying to build an IKEA shelf for her room, but it was getting a little too tall for her to reach. Mount, taking pity on the vertically challenged ghoulette, left Rain to his own devices in the greenhouse. 

Rain places the seedling into the larger pot, covering the hole with dirt and singing softly to the plant in ghoulish as he restores it to its former glory. Mountain insists that singing inspires the plants to grow and Rain hasn’t read that in his textbook, but as a novice gardener he has no right to question Mountain’s ethics. He therefore calls forth the soft lullabies of his childhood for the lives he holds in his hands. 

Rain startles as a handful of dirt hits the back of his neck, knocking over the watering jug beside him in his surprise. He turns around to see Dew smirking from a few feet away, brushing his hand onto his pant leg to remove any lingering debris. 

“How long have you been there?” Rain demands, his voice cracking slightly in embarrassment at having been caught by surprise. Dew shrugs his shoulders, taking a few steps closer as his claws trail along the leaves of the plants in his direct vicinity. 

“I’d say I’m at least three songs deep,” Dew chuckles, coming to a stop in front of Rain. “I haven’t heard those in centuries, do you take requests?” Rain flushes brightly at being caught in the act. Mountain was definitely fucking with him about the singing, he’d have to address that later. 

“I’d like to request that you fuck off and go bother somebody else,” Rain replies, irritation seeping into his tone at the interruption of his peace and quiet. He realizes his mistake as Dew’s eyes flash dangerously, the challenge written in the way his lips tilt upwards.

“Oh yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Dew teases, reaching out to push the hand trowel Rain had left on the counter, knocking it onto the floor while never breaking eye contact. Rain’s entire body tenses as Dew smiles up at him innocently. He takes a deep breath through his nose, taking his time to respond as Dew continues to stare at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Pick it up.” The authoritative tone Rain uses seems to be exactly what Dew’s looking for as he grins up at the water ghoul. But then again, he also isn’t one to give in that easily. 

“I don’t think I will,” Dew argues, but the words have barely left his lips before a resounding smack echoes across the greenhouse, Rain’s palm making firm contact with Dew’s left cheek. The fire ghoul’s head snaps to the side at the force and he shakes it slightly before looking back up at Rain’s stoic face.

“I said, pick it up.” Rain repeats, using a gloved hand to point to the ground where the trowel lays. Dew swallows loudly as he breaks eye contact, ducking his head as he slowly lowers himself to the dirt-covered floor, kneeling to pick up the tool he knocked off the table. He remains on his knees as he holds the trowel in his palms, raising it to Rain. The water ghoul runs his eyes over the offering, seeming to weigh the meaning of the gesture with an almost bored look. Dew tenses in anticipation the longer Rain towers over him in consideration, his cock hardening in interest at the blatant display of disregard, as if he’s not even worth Rain’s time.   

Rain seems to reach a verdict, his hand snapping out once again, making contact with Dew’s cheek again. The back of his knuckles hit the hardest and Dew’s a little disappointed that Rain’s still wearing gardening gloves, he relishes the sweet sting the pretty rings he wears leave with each brush against his cheek. 

“Thank you,” Dew whispers, looking down to the ground submissively. Rain’s gloved hand wraps tightly under Dew’s chin, tilting his head back up to stare directly into his eyes. 

“Thank you what?” Rain snarls, his lip curling back to reveal his fangs in a predatory manner. If Dew wasn’t already turned on, the look of disgust on Rain’s face would have him rock hard instantly. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” Dew corrects, shifting slightly as the water from the spilled jug seeps into his pants at the knees, cold and uncomfortable as Rain just watches from above with disinterest. He takes note of Dew’s discomfort but makes no move to let the ghoul rise from his position, instead watching as the wet patches spread over the material of his pants.

“Good ghoul,” Rain praises, moving his hand from Dew’s chin to his cheek, caressing where it’s stained red from the attention he’s given it. “A treat for such a good boy,” Rain murmurs, circling Dew’s mouth with his thumb before resting it on his bottom lip. Dew eagerly bites down on the material, keeping a hold of it as Rain tugs his hand back. They repeat this process with each finger, Dew’s teeth clenching around the fingertips of the gloves as Rain works his hand free until the glove falls off completely, Dew letting it hit the ground as he readies for the second glove. 

The backhand across his cheek is more powerful than the previous, the rings no longer being covered leave two small cuts on Dew’s cheekbone as he looks up at Rain in confusion. 

“I didn’t say to drop it,” Rain drawls in disappointment, gesturing to the glove on the ground. Dew reaches to grab it but freezes as Rain tsks, the sound of his tongue echoing in the empty greenhouse. "Not with your hands.”

Dew glances warily at the glove, now sitting in the same puddle of muddy water that he is currently kneeling in. Rain growls low in his throat, the warning clear as Dew braces his hands on the floor, lowering his upper half to the ground as he stretches his neck, teeth securing the glove for a second time. He returns to his kneeling position, the glove dripping dirt-tinged water onto his clothes as he presents the prize back to Rain, feeling more like a dog than a ghoul as he waits. Rain pauses for a minute, before reaching out, pinching the glove by a small, clean corner as he raises it to his eye-level, observing the object longer than necessary as Dew looks up at him, waiting eagerly for the next instruction. 

“It’s dirty,” Rain declares, lowering the glove back to hang dauntingly before Dew’s face. The fire ghoul hesitates briefly before he darts his tongue out, licking tentatively at the piece of clothing. The water tastes earthy on his tongue; the grittiness of the dirt is mixed with a slight tang that must be the Miracle-Gro Mountain denies using. Dew thanks his lucky stars he’s a ghoul and not human, his superior body able to break down the toxins that would surely leave a flesh bag with some lasting side effects. Dew looks up at Rain from beneath his eyelashes as he continues to clean the garment, the water ghoul’s eyes glued to every flick of his tongue. Just when he’s getting into a rhythm, Rain pulls back with a satisfied look. 

“Is that good, Daddy?” The words come out in a desperate plea as Rain adjusts the obvious bulge in his pants. Dew absolutely preens as Rain smiles down at him, the sight as gorgeous as it is every time Dew’s on the receiving end of that look, filled with love and adoration. Rain offers a hand down to the ghoul, which he gladly accepts, being pulled up from his kneeling position. 

As he rises the smile shifts, Rain’s lips tilting into something else, mocking the beautiful smile he’d worn only moments before with a devilish twist. 

In one swift movement Rain spits onto the glove, pulling Dew close and shoving it into his mouth. Dew makes a noise of surprise that’s muffled by the makeshift gag as Rain turns him around and bends him over the edge of the worktable. 

“You know you were being naughty,” Rain drawls, his fingers making quick work of Dew’s pants and exposing him to the humid air of the greenhouse. “And you know what happens when you’re being naughty, don’t you baby?”

The ‘yes Daddy’ is unrecognizable with the glove in his mouth, but Rain can put two and two together. His hand runs teasingly along the ghoul’s ass before he raises and brings it down firmly, the skin-to-skin contact tingling his palm with the force exerted. Dew moans loudly into the glove, wiggling in pleasure. Rain coos softly, rubbing at the red marred flesh. An idea hits him as his eyes land on the forgotten trowel and he’s grabbing it in the next second, admiring the tool as Dew looks back over his shoulder in anticipation. 

“I think your punishment will be that you don’t get my cock,” Rain muses aloud, ignoring the muffled whine the fire ghoul releases. He tuts softly as he bends down scooping up a handful of mud from the floor. He coats the handle of the trowel in the mixture, making sure it’s completely covered, before bringing it to Dew’s tight asshole. 

Dew’s eyes widen in surprise as he watches the best he can, his dick twitching at the malevolent look on Rain’s face. Rain pushes the handle, forcing Dew to open up to let it in. Dew lets out a hiss at the breach, the handle is big enough to burn without any prep and the grittiness from the mud catching his skin in a stinging pain. Rain eases it in, twisting and pushing as he works open the ghoul below him, the layer of filth around the puckered hole building the further he pushes in. He brings his hand down again, spanking with the same palm he used to gather the ‘lube’. The dirt leaves a perfect image of his hand on Dew’s ass cheek, the splattering flecks surrounding it creating the most beautiful work of art. 

Rain wishes he had a camera to capture how perfect his ghoul looks right now. 

“So good for Daddy,” Rain purrs, and Dew clenches tightly around the handle of the trowel. He’ll need at least three showers before he feels any semblance of clean again, but the added texture of the dirt feels unholy now, as Rain starts to fuck into him in earnest with the gardening tool.

Dew can feel the drool that manages to escape the glove sliding down his chin, every pant and moan coming out like ancient ghoulish, unrecognizable. His eyes roll back into his head as Rain angles the trowel so that it’s brushing right against his prostate, pleasure sparking all the way to his fingertips from the inside. 

Dew yelps as Rain’s hand finds it’s home around his painfully hard cock, the dirt adding to the sensation as he jerks him off furiously, the overstimulation of both movements pushing Dew over the edge almost instantly. 

Rain doesn’t let up, continuing to move his hands as Dew writhes under him, flinching with each movement. 

“C’mon baby, do it again for me,” Rain begs, Dew mewling pathetically in response as every touch feels like an electric shock. He knows he won’t be able to cum again so soon, but fuck would he do anything to please the water ghoul above him. Unintelligible babbles leave his glove-filled mouth as Rain continues the torturous touches, milking his already spent cock. 

Rain finally releases the ghoul before him, removing the hand trowel and leaving wet open-mouthed kisses along Dew’s neck as he runs his fingers over his slim frame, resting them lightly on the dip of his hips. He pulls the ghoul into him, using the sharp edges of Dew’s body to bring himself closer to the edge of his own pleasure.  Dew whines at his lack of involvement and Rain shushes him, turning his body around until Dew is kneeling before him once again. He carefully removes the glove from Dew’s mouth, the fire ghoul licking his lips with the new-found freedom before he discreetly wipes the drool from his chin. 

“Are you thirsty, baby?” Rain purrs, running his claws delicately down Dew’s cheek, brushing over the cuts from earlier, earning a hiss from the fire ghoul. Dew stares at him, eyes wide, and nods his head.

“Yes, Daddy,” Dew whimpers, pleading eyes staring up at Rain from underneath his lashes and Rain has to bite his lip to stifle the filthy groan that tries to escape. His gaze drops down to Dew's lips, and Rain can't help but admire how pink and inviting they look. He licks his own lips unconsciously, and Dew's eyes follow the motion. 

Rain’s hand moves from Dew’s cheek to his chin, grasping tightly as Dew keeps eye contact as he slowly opens his mouth, stretching as far as he can and sticking his tongue out slightly. Rain leans closer and spits directly into his mouth, the saliva landing on Dew’s tongue and he swallows like he’s been in the desert heat for days without water. 

A hungry roar rips from Rain’s throat as he jerks off furiously, pointing towards Dew’s open mouth as he comes with a shuddering groan. Dew tries to catch everything on his tongue, opening as wide as he possibly can. Rain watches in fascination as Dew uses his tongue to push the mess almost spilling out of his mouth, before he swallows slowly, sticking his tongue back out to show Rain his hard work. Rain’s breath hitches at the deliberate movements, his lips spreading into a delicious grin before he leans down, stopping in front of Dew’s mouth, before licking out at the corner, collecting some of the seed he hadn’t managed to get into the hole. He keeps the mess on his tongue, showing the fire ghoul his own cleaning skills before he swallows down the taste of himself. 

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE. (Repost, don't Reblog, please!)

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE:

Big, deep brown, almond-shaped eyes with creases at their corners lend to Doe’s broad, beaming smile. Still, something doesn’t sit well in her eyes, like porcelain fruit. Big, beautiful and fawnlike as they are, there’s a level of emptiness and vacancy behind them. Lights are on, but nobody is home. Maybe it’s the lack of focus, wide and shining but unfocused, staring at something far away and unseen to the rest of the world. Perhaps it’s the quiet weariness carried under them, bags partially hidden with makeup and glitter but evident in the lack of light behind her expressions. Either way, it’s unnerving at the best of times.

BIIIIIG expressions. Doe doesn't emote like most people. Oscillating between a neutral facial expression that denotes nothing at all, just a wide-eyed, almost haunted deer in the headlights vacancy that's evocative of porcelain dolls watching from a shelf to full-bodied, all emotion and no-holds-barred expressions of her feelings, like toothy, full-faced expressions of pure energy. Toothy mouth open, cackling grins, feral snarls like something out of an animal, not a human, and full gross sobs. Now, it should be said that Doe does feel sheepish about this. Quickly shying up and returning to her neutral and controlled expression when called on it. Still! unnerving queen!

Very, very emotive with her hands, arms, legs and everything. When she's feeling, she's feeling HEAVILY, and the emotions seem to affect her like a kid's toy tapped onto a generator instead of a double A battery. She's hopping in place, pointing, gesturing, everything.

Constrained body language, though, when left to her own devices, she likes to keep her hands, legs and arms to herself. Refusing to sit with legs spread or arms splayed out, even when utterly comfortable with her surroundings.

FRECKLES!!! Doe is covered in freckles and moles, concentrated most on her cheeks and upper back in a bountiful constellation of markings. She avoids covering with makeup and instead tries to enhance with methods like liners and slightly lighter blemish cover. 

A squint in her left eye (ptosis), one of few remnants of her skull and face improperly being healed through the afterlife process after being crushed in during her death.

Short and petite, no taller than 5'0 when standing straight up and often smaller with the slight slouch in her appearance. Curvy build with a wide if boxy, bust and hips.

Distinct personal fashion sense that blends the line between maximalism, 80s high glam, hair metal and punk/counterculture aesthetics (specifically those associated with lesbian and bisexual communities). Featuring many layers, leather & denim, HEAVY personalization (painting, embroidery, patches), different clashing patterns, too many belts, bright colors, metallic incorporation, accessories and provocative fits.

Dresses in almost exclusively Jewel-Tones (Blues, Purples, Reds, Pinks, Yellows & Turquoise Greens)

BIG HAIR!!!! It's the 80s, so it's a given, but I HAVE to mention that she often has it either curled and styled with varying degrees of mess from day-to-day wear or actively in curlers. She's very rarely seen with her natural texture and style on display.

ALWAYS wearing makeup, usually just lip gloss and lipsticks and eyeshadows. I'm not fond of foundations, though!

Somehow, despite the Raccoon-energy that defines Doe, she maintains a neat and made-up appearance that's earned her the nickname 'princess' by many for the high-maintenance vibes she evokes. Something, something, she looks plastic!

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE:

Understated but not undetectable base of a clean, floral, baby-powder-like aroma reminiscent of fresh wet laundry on the line

Thick and heavy overcoat of an almost intoxicating, floral & chemical-laden musk distinctive of cheap hairspray, mousse and bustling hair salons on a Sunday afternoon

Beneath the perfume of her hair products, Doe has a distinctive, almost nature-evoking blend of sweet amber, gardenia & jasmine, black cherry, nectarines, grapefruit, fallen leaves and wood.

Clothing has a thin aroma of cigarette and skunky smoke musk clinging to it, droned out by the already loud scents of her perfume and body products.

Breath is generally unnotable, though tinged with sweetness and minty freshness from her sugar-loving diet and gum-chewing habit.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE:

Sticky, sickly-sweet cherry-flavouring painted across her lips, harkening to those few bittersweet maraschinos swimming at the bottom of a half-drunk cocktail, festive, blood-red heart-shaped suckers and menthol-laced cough drops. It's an unnatural, overpowering, fruity concoction with a hint of a sour kick. Evocative more of her personality than the times.

Often, Doe's kiss comes with a warm, menthol tang on the tongue and in the back of the throat, resulting from a long-held habit of chewing gum to alleviate subconscious jaw clenching.

Depending on the situation, the stale taste of stagnant, metallic blood. The leftover remnants of a recent death or attack against her.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE:

High-pitched but silvery and dulcet-toned.

Gregarious but not at all loud, though she will talk at length whenever her body and mind allow her, her volume is quiet and softly spoken, maybe two or three steps above a whisper that often becomes muddled out in the presence of other people, which frustrates her to no end.

Playful, non-fussed lilt to her words, often not seeming to take anything TOO seriously. Part confidence and part pure mischief but all Doe!

Notable slur to her words that worsens, to the point of her speech being difficult to understand when speaking at length and with overwhelming emotion.

Very distinct Western Canadian accent that can be confused for an American accent until she goes to pronounce certain words, such as plague (pl-AG), drama (DRA-ma), lever (LEE-ver), z (zed), etc.

Kind of an evil, wicked witch of the west cackle, though! It's a point of playful mocking, but she will audibly titter with an 'ehehehehe'

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE:

VERY soft skin that dips and dimples where numerous scars can be felt in her skin,

Mismatched, the constantly changes between the clothing she layers and the level of care Doe pays attention to certain features of herself lends to a confusing sensory experience but one that perfectly suits her

TAGGED BY: myself! Which is to say I stole it, but tomato tomato! Haha TAGGING: @coastercrushed, @neverscored, @mxlevolence (& for Loki!), @markedprey, @who-is-muses, @vcngefulwrath, @slateir & @horrifichaunts

[heckinconfusedparade]

How about a simple comfort fic, but it's NINE comforting SONIC in his own awkward and uncomfortable way (considering it was always everyone for themselves, and he's never HAD a friend before). When Sonic is actually beginning to tears up over his worlds state and what HE did, Nine panics and tries his best to make him smile again. Nines never seen him cry, and he never wants to again after this.

He'd loathe anyone who did.

It’s one of the down times where Nine finds Sonic.

Sonic is getting some well needed rest. He looks exhausted. He just received a beating from Shadow in the void because he destroyed the world.

Nine, because he cares, brings Sonic something to drink. He hands Sonic an oddly shaped juice box.

Sonic examines it in his hand “..what’s this?”

“Juice.. sorry, it’s all I have.” Nine looks away all shy. He’s not used to giving acts of kindness. Sonic gives him a small smile “thanks, Nine.. why’s it shaped so weird?” He asks, then takes a sip. It’s Apple juice, but the apples are clearly fake or lab made. Still tastes good tho! Nine raises an eyebrow “well what are YOUR juice boxes shaped like?”

“Rectangles.”

“Sounds boring.”

Sonic let’s out a small laugh “heh, yea.. it’s the design that counts. Nine gives him a puzzled look that switches to concern “are you ok? You’re not yourself.”

Sonic sighs and closes his eyes “sorry.. just tired s’ all…” he opens his eyes and looks down at his gloves. He examines the devices attached to them. Nine sits down next to him “I don’t think that’s all. What’s wrong with you?” He asks.

Sonic avoids eye contact “nothing.”

“Listen, Sonic. I may not be an expert in Friendology-“

“Friendology?”

“I said I’m not an expert. Anyway, friends tell each other stuff right? Talk to me.”

Sonic shrinks back a little “I dunno.. it’s some heavy stuff.”

“Sonic, just tell me.”

Sonic thinks for a second. He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want it to be real. Raises his gaze a little “my world is gone.. and I was the one who destroyed it.”

Nine blinks and his face softens. He stays silent for a moment so Sonic can continue “all because.. i didn’t listen.. t-to him.. Tails.. he’s..” Sonics facial expression twitches “Knuckles, Amy, Rouge, Big, Froggy… Eggman. They’re all… gone. Because of me. And now poor Shadow is stuck in shatterspace and I don’t know how to get him out!”

Sonic plunges his face into his hands and loudly let’s out a frustrated sound “wHYY AM I LIKE THIS?” His body shakes. He tries to wipe away his tears but they just keep coming. He hides his face, not want to be seen this way.

Nine meanwhile is starting to panic. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know the first thing about comfort! “Uh..” he reaches to pat Sonics shoulder “there there..?” Sonic doesn’t respond to him so Nine sits next to him silently, not sure what to say.

Nine wants him to stop crying. Not because it annoys him but because he doesn’t like seeing his only friends cry. “Stop crying.” He finally says in a sorta stern tone. Sonic just turns away from him. Nine sighs. He decides to let him rip the bandage “ok fine, cry. Let it all out.”

Sonic screams.

A scream filled with sorrow, agony, and grief.

A scream from a boy who lost everything.

A scream from a boy who lost his friends.

A scream from a boy who lost his little brother.

He failed to protect them.

Nine hated whatever that was and never wants to hear it again.

“Let’s find Shadow.” Nine says.

Sonic sniffles, now tired from all his crying and screaming “what?”

Nine stands “you heard me. Let’s find Shadow in shatterspace.”

Sonic rubs his eyes “he hates me.”

Nine sighs “then I’ll beat him up.”

Sonic manages a chuckle. Nine’s not sure why he’s laughing, he can take on this Shadow guy no problem!

Nine helps Sonic up “we can fix this. Together.”

Sonic nods “thanks Nine.”

[blacksupremacy86]

Usurping The Captain

Part 1

Superman is more than a major player now he is everything flying in the sky constantly in a loop all day every day to the worlds lack of shock and annoyance. He is catapulted in to a new way of life landing a nearby army base in The United States.

In a private area he lands causing a strange trigger erupting through the ground leaving the army in awe. The base is completely let out evacuating bending a bit more they pull their weapons out in an assault to push him back.

Clark laughs loudly his voice booms through the air circulating around the base thousand times over bouncing back. In a super higher pitch tone and long boomerang affect hits sending a sound wave to knock them out on to the dirty army base floor.

That is until Mr. Boy Scout himself threw his shield at force for me to catch as quick as I did and look on in disgust as he wore the red, white blue proudly as if it really matters at this point. All the effort will be for not as my sole purpose to the man who sent me free forever.

“What do you think you are doing here Kal it’s not allowed? You are a hero not a major

criminal or terrorist.”

“Yes! I forgot you were such a Boy Scout blah pathetic. What a wast of time and space.”

“Be careful for you next few words my friend it may be your last.”

“Like if you could stop me Steve not even a bit closer.”

Captain America lifts his shield in the air to face his ally he presses in the handle in the back of the shield causing the device to glow brightly with an emerald green covering the entire base.

Clark facial expressions goes from utter lack of shock to fear as he begins to faint to the floor dropping to his knees the pain on his face is so apparent.

The man clicks the button with the shield hit with energy transforming it traveling to the tip of the shield gathering together it blast a laser at his feet locking him up in dark green bubble.

Superman flows in to the air spinning lightly around the area draining him of all his full power and energy consuming him in his own prison Cap smirks. Launching his shield as the ball constantly attacking it with hits, kicks, punches and more.

“Why won’t you surrender or give in to the law Superman? Do not make it harder.”

“Because I am the greatest hero in the world and I am true villain.”

“Blast you! I will bring you in one way or the other.”

“Believe what you want Captain but I have already one.”

“Wait what? Why are your eyes lighting up like that?”

“Peer in to my eyes Cap”

“No! No! Nnnnoooooo”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Welcome to my nightmare!”

“Kal is that you ?”

“The new and improved me”

“Why did you trick me?”

“I told you “

“You already won”

“Master Lawrence “

“He made this possible “

“He cleansed me”

“He gave me a real start “

“No more evaluating “

“No more watching out”

“No more walking on glass “

“I can’t fight it, I can’t lie, I am his and I am Captain America.”

The end

Recruiting Purposes

Buckley Barnes has been on a mission to be able to find his best friend Captain America all the search lead him to a strange building in the middle of nowhere.

Flipping off the helicopter on to nearby roof top he rolls to the edge backflipping to the glass roof tied window he peers down in to the room.

One guy notices him so he shrugs smashing in to he window falling in to somersault like super hero landing then proceeds to break every bone available.

Shuffling through the room he cracks a steel door open using as shield to the block the oncoming henchmen gunfire is going on in galore.

“Think these bone heads would know now k am by now.”

“Also not to mess with me”

“ENOUGH! Geez”

“This generation “

“God! I am old”

“Focus”

“Steve must be held down below”

“I have speed up my time “

“Can’t waste a second up here “

“A elevator”

“I’ll climb up on top of it”

“Then what dummy?”

“Who am I talking to ?”

“The Winter Soldier”

“No it can’t be! I am going crazy “

“Bravo Buck”

“Steve and Clark”

“Why are you free?”

“We came to collect you “

“Ahhhh”

“Ugh!”

“Why?”

“Stop being a bitch!”

“We came to save you “

“Put the ugly past to rest”

“Indeed to bed”

“You can’t….this dream”

“Poor sweet Bucky”

“You really think so”

“We are in your mind”

“There no running away “

“I want to give in…I love to obey Master”

The end

[dionysia-does-stories]

Starburst Pattern

Cringetober2023, Day 1: Heterochromia

On AO3

Rating G - 949 words - Teen Titans - Robin/Starfire

Summary: Robin is getting ready for a trip to Gotham where Starfire will meet Batman for the first time and he's a little freaked out about it. Luckily, the heterochromatic eyes of Starfire's new, human disguise hologram prove a welcome distraction.

Story:

Robin was nervous but he was trying not to let it show on his face. His years of training in control and subterfuge had occasionally let him down in the past. Sometimes his thoughts were written all over his face. Especially to the other Titans. Especially to Starfire.  But that couldn’t happen today. Today he was bringing the girl he loved home to meet his…Batman.

Batman who believed love made you weak and relationships made you vulnerable. Batman who demanded your best then demanded more. He was Robin’s mentor of many years. He was the closest thing Robin had to a father. He was Robin’s savior, the only person who saw the rage born of his parents’ death and helped him channel it. He was Batman. He was going to crush Starfire’s heart and Robin would never forgive him.

Robin slammed equipment into a duffle bag. Raven watched him suspiciously, but didn’t comment.

Behind him he heard Cyborg call out, “Star, let’s test it out before you go.”

She flew over to Cyborg, doing a loop-the-loop before hovering in front of him. Her feet hadn’t touched the ground since Dick agreed to take her to Gotham.

“Friend Cyborg, it is a most wondrous invention. It will make be much easier to visit Robin’s K’norfka without being recognized around Gotham.”

“Make sure to tell the Batman that K’norfka in English means nanny,” Beast Boy shouted without looking away from his video games.

“Don’t listen to him. Much as I’d love to see it,” Cyborg advised as he placed a tiny device at the nape of Starfire’s neck.

Starfire’s appearance faded into a more human image. Her skin lost its orange tone. Her hair lost its wild fieriness and some of its length. 

“It’s a term of honor?” She had that lightly questioning tone. The one that said she wasn’t sure what the joke was or if it was mean.

“It doesn’t translate right,” Robin told her as he continued to pack enough tools and weaponry to escape a Justice League holding facility. “If you have to tell him what it means, then translate it as guardian.”

“Okay.” She was floating lower to the ground. 

They hadn’t even left Titan Tower yet and Batman was already a source of misery for her. Robin hated it. He hated that they’d built this silly life where they got to fight crime, but that never stopped them from being honest, kind, and open with each other. He had tried to explain Gotham to Starfire. How it would be all secrets, lies, and darkness. He hadn’t been able to deter her.

Cyborg shot Raven a meaningful look. Raven turned to Robin. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even move her facial features into a judgmental expression. But Robin knew.

“Was I supposed to lie?”

Raven did raise an eyebrow then. “No you’re acting like he’s going to hate her. How is that not supposed to make her feel bad?”

Robin folded his arms defensively. “He would hate any girlfriend I brought home. And she’s trying so hard. She’s been talking about traditional Tameranian gifts for a month. There’s this purple oozy thing that she went half way across the galaxy to get. Cyborg has been tinkering on this human disguise for days. And why should she have to look human just to meet Batman? She’s beautiful and his opinion of her doesn’t matter at all.”

He was panting by the time he stopped talking. Somewhere along the path of his thoughts, he’d forgotten to pause and breath.

“Feel better?” Raven asked, but it was obvious she knew the answer.

“Yeah,” Robin admitted. “I just want her to be happy. Every version of this that I can think of ends up with her being miserable because of me.”

“It might end with her being miserable. You don’t have control over that. However, It doesn’t need to begin with her being miserable.” She was right. Raven was almost always right.

“MY EYES ARE SO MANY COLORS,” Starfire’s delighted scream filled the living room.

Robin set aside his doomsday packing, walking over to where Starfire examined her reflection. She whipped around, bringing her face inches from his.

“Look at my eyes. They are WHITE!” 

Robin felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “They’re gorgeous. Most humans would still call them green though.”

“Because you all have white eyes,” Starfire said. “You do not appreciate how wondrous it is. Look even the green part is many colors. I have heterochromia.”

“She has hexed chrones?” Beast Boy shouted from the couch.

Raven, who have drifted over to sit beside him, said “It means her iris is multiple colors.”

Robin stared into her eyes. The human disguise didn’t effect their light or their joy. They were clearly still Starfire’s eyes. Looking into her odd, human, heterochromatic eyes he felt the same as though they were her natural monochromatic green. He saw the power simmering underneath and was comforted by it. 

She was right that they were two tone. They were a dark forest green toward the pupil and a pale yellow-green at the outside edge of the iris.

Starfire excitedly pointed at her irises, almost poking herself in the eye. “Look how the dark green stretches out in all the little lines away from the middle. Cyborg says that it’s a—“

“—Starburst pattern,” Robin cut in. Starfire nodded. 

“Heterochromia,” she rolled the word around on her tongue. “I’ve known that word for years but had the translation a little wrong. Tamaraneans all have eyes like mine.”

“Oh, how did you learn it then?” This was a running joke between them.

“Like this,” she said and kissed him.

[fittopfactory-sandy]

Which is better microcurrent or radio frequency

When it comes to facial contouring and skin therapy, there are many different treatments and technologies available. Two popular options are microcurrent and radio frequency. Both of these treatments claim to improve the appearance of the skin and provide anti-aging benefits. But which one is better? In this article, we will compare microcurrent and radio frequency and determine which one is the superior choice for facial contouring and skin therapy.

What is Microcurrent?

Microcurrent is a non-invasive treatment that uses low-level electrical currents to stimulate the muscles and tissues in the face. These electrical currents mimic the body's natural electrical signals, which helps to improve muscle tone and tighten the skin. Microcurrent is often called a "natural facelift" because it can provide similar results to a surgical facelift without the pain or downtime.

How Does Microcurrent Work?

During a microcurrent treatment, two metal probes are placed on the skin and deliver low-level electrical currents. These currents stimulate the muscles and tissues in the face, causing them to contract and relax. This helps to improve muscle tone and tighten the skin, resulting in a more lifted and contoured appearance.

Microcurrent also increases blood flow and stimulates the production of collagen and elastin, which are essential for maintaining youthful-looking skin. The increased blood flow helps to deliver oxygen and nutrients to the skin, while the production of collagen and elastin helps to improve skin elasticity and reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles.

Benefits of Microcurrent

Improves muscle tone and tightens the skin

Increases blood flow and stimulates collagen and elastin production

Non-invasive and painless

No downtime

Can provide similar results to a surgical facelift

What is Radio Frequency?

Radiofrequency is a non-invasive treatment that uses energy waves to heat the deeper layers of the skin. This heat stimulates collagen and elastin production, which helps tighten and firm the skin. Radiofrequency is often used for skin tightening and contouring, as well as reducing the appearance of wrinkles and cellulite.

How Does Radio Frequency Work?

During a radio frequency treatment, a handheld device is used to deliver energy waves to the skin. These waves penetrate the deeper layers of the skin, causing the tissues to heat up. This heat stimulates collagen and elastin production, which helps tighten and firm the skin.

Radiofrequency also helps to break down fat cells and improve lymphatic drainage, which can reduce the appearance of cellulite. The heat from the treatment also helps to improve blood flow, delivering oxygen and nutrients to the skin for a more youthful appearance.

Benefits of Radio Frequency

Tightens and firms the skin

Reduces the appearance of wrinkles and cellulite

Improves blood flow and lymphatic drainage

Non-invasive and painless

No downtime

Microcurrent vs. Radio Frequency: Which is Better?

Both microcurrent and radio frequency have their unique benefits and can provide excellent results for facial contouring and skin therapy. However, there are a few key differences between the two treatments that may make one better suited for your specific needs.

Targeted Areas

Microcurrent is best for targeting specific areas of the face, such as the jawline, cheeks, and forehead. The electrical currents can be adjusted to target specific muscles and provide a more customized treatment. Radiofrequency, on the other hand, is better for larger areas of the face and body, such as the neck, arms, and thighs.

Results

Both microcurrent and radio frequency can provide noticeable results, but they work in different ways. Microcurrent primarily focuses on improving muscle tone and tightening the skin, while radio frequency targets collagen and elastin production. Depending on your specific concerns, one treatment may be more effective than the other.

Pain and Downtime

Both microcurrent and radio frequency are non-invasive and painless treatments. However, microcurrent is often described as a relaxing and soothing experience, while radio frequency can feel slightly warm or hot on the skin. Additionally, there is no downtime with either treatment so you can resume your daily activities immediately after a session.

Microcurrent and Radio Frequency: Can They Be Used Together?

While microcurrent and radio frequency are both effective treatments on their own, they can also be used together for even better results. Some clinics offer combination treatments that use both microcurrent and radio frequency to target different layers of the skin and provide a more comprehensive treatment.

Using both treatments together can help to improve muscle tone, tighten the skin, and stimulate collagen and elastin production for a more youthful and contoured appearance.

Conclusion

When it comes to facial contouring and skin therapy, both microcurrent and radio frequency are excellent options. They both provide non-invasive and painless treatments that can improve the appearance of the skin and provide anti-aging benefits. However, depending on your specific concerns and goals, one treatment may be more effective than the other.

If you are looking to target specific areas of the face and improve muscle tone, microcurrent may be the better choice. If you are looking for overall skin tightening and collagen production, radio frequency may be the better option. For the best results, consider combining both treatments for a comprehensive and effective facial contouring and skin therapy experience.

[evenskynskincaredevices]

Unveil the Radiant Skin with Facial Toning Device: A Magical Treatment!

if you can't hold on and are looking for the best facial toning device, then Eclipse by EvenSkyn is your ticket to a younger and more vibrant complexion, whether you're a skincare pro or just trying to improve your skincare regimen. 

With Eclipse, enter a new era of skincare and maximize the potential of your skin!

[slsbeautyclinic]

Best Treatment for Frown Lines: A Complete Guide to Smooth, Youthful Skin

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Frown lines, also known as glabellar lines, are the vertical creases that appear between your eyebrows over time. They can make you look perpetually tired, stressed, or even older than you feel. While these lines are a natural part of aging, the good news is that there are plenty of effective treatments to reduce their appearance and restore a youthful glow. Let’s dive into the best treatment for frown lines, ranging from natural remedies to advanced cosmetic procedures.

Understanding Frown Lines: Causes and Factors

Frown lines form due to repeated facial expressions, such as frowning, squinting, or raising your eyebrows. Over time, the skin loses elasticity and the creases become more pronounced. Other contributing factors include:

Aging: As we age, collagen and elastin production decrease, making skin thinner and less resilient.

Sun Exposure: UV rays break down collagen and accelerate skin aging.

Lifestyle Habits: Smoking, poor hydration, and lack of proper skincare can exacerbate the formation of frown lines.

Genetics: Your genetic makeup plays a significant role in how and when you develop frown lines.

Best Non-Surgical Treatments for Frown Lines

1. Botox Injections

Botox is one of the most popular and effective treatments for frown lines. It works by temporarily relaxing the muscles that cause the lines, smoothing out the skin.

How It Works: A small amount of botulinum toxin is injected into the targeted muscles, reducing their activity.

Results: Results appear within a week and typically last 3–6 months.

Advantages: Non-invasive, quick procedure, and no downtime.

2. Dermal Fillers

Dermal fillers like hyaluronic acid can plump up the skin and reduce the appearance of deep frown lines.

How It Works: Fillers are injected under the skin to fill in wrinkles and restore lost volume.

Results: Instant results that can last up to a year or longer.

Advantages: Restores a natural, youthful look with minimal side effects.

3. Chemical Peels

Chemical peels exfoliate the outer layer of skin, encouraging new cell growth and reducing the appearance of frown lines.

How It Works: A chemical solution is applied to the skin to remove dead cells and stimulate collagen production.

Results: Improved skin texture and reduced lines over several sessions.

Advantages: Can improve overall skin tone and texture.

4. Microdermabrasion

Microdermabrasion is a gentle exfoliation technique that removes dead skin cells and stimulates new skin growth.

How It Works: A device is used to sand away the top layer of skin, promoting smoother skin.

Results: Noticeable improvements after multiple treatments.

Advantages: Safe for all skin types and non-invasive.

Best Surgical Treatments for Frown Lines

1. Brow Lift

A brow lift is a surgical procedure that elevates the brow area and smooths out frown lines.

How It Works: The surgeon removes excess skin and tightens the underlying tissues.

Results: Long-lasting, dramatic results.

Advantages: Effective for severe cases of frown lines.

2. Fat Grafting

Fat grafting involves using your body’s fat to fill in deep lines and wrinkles.

How It Works: Fat is harvested from another area of your body, purified, and injected into the targeted areas.

Results: Natural-looking and long-lasting results.

Advantages: Uses natural materials, minimizing the risk of allergic reactions.

Natural and At-Home Remedies for Frown Lines

If you're looking for more budget-friendly options, these natural remedies may help reduce frown lines over time:

1. Facial Exercises

Facial exercises can strengthen the muscles and improve skin elasticity. For instance, try placing your fingers just above your eyebrows and gently pulling them upward while frowning.

2. Hydration and Diet

Drinking plenty of water and consuming foods rich in antioxidants, vitamins, and omega-3 fatty acids can improve skin health.

3. Retinoids and Skincare Products

Over-the-counter creams with retinoids, peptides, or hyaluronic acid can help reduce the appearance of frown lines. Look for products that promote collagen production.

4. Essential Oils

Essential oils like argan or rosehip oil can moisturize the skin and improve elasticity. Massage them gently into the skin daily.

Preventing Frown Lines: Tips for Long-Term Skin Health

1. Use Sunscreen

Protect your skin from harmful UV rays by applying a broad-spectrum sunscreen daily.

2. Quit Smoking

Smoking accelerates skin aging by breaking down collagen and elastin.

3. Practice Good Skincare

Invest in a consistent skincare routine, including cleansing, moisturizing, and exfoliating.

4. Manage Stress

Chronic stress can lead to repetitive facial expressions that deepen frown lines. Practice relaxation techniques like yoga or meditation.

5. Stay Hydrated

Keeping your skin hydrated from within can help maintain its elasticity.

Which Treatment Is Right for You?

Choosing the best treatment for frown lines depends on several factors, including:

The severity of your lines

Your budget

Personal preferences

Your desired results

Consulting a dermatologist or cosmetic professional is the best way to determine the most suitable option for your needs.

Final Thoughts

Frown Line Treatment are a common concern, but you don’t have to live with them if they bother you. From quick fixes like botox for frown lines and fillers to long-term solutions like brow lifts, there’s a treatment option for everyone. If you’re not ready for professional procedures, natural remedies and preventive measures can make a noticeable difference over time. The key is to choose the solution that fits your lifestyle and helps you feel confident in your skin.

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Achieve Radiant, Glowing Skin with the Best Skin Treatments at Skin Moderne

In today’s fast-paced world, it can feel like a challenge to maintain healthy, glowing skin amidst pollution, stress, and daily environmental stressors. But worry no more—Skin Moderne is here to offer top-of-the-line skin treatments that will not only rejuvenate your complexion but also leave you feeling refreshed and confident. With an expertly curated collection of treatments and products, Skin Moderne has become the go-to destination for those seeking visible results and long-lasting skin health.

Why Skin Moderne?

Skin Moderne isn’t just another skincare clinic; it’s a destination for the modern skincare enthusiast. The clinic’s philosophy revolves around using cutting-edge technology and scientifically-backed treatments to provide customized skincare solutions. Whether you're battling acne, fine lines, or pigmentation issues, Skin Moderne offers something for every skin type and concern.

Here’s why Skin Moderne stands out:

Expert Professionals: The team at Skin Moderne consists of experienced dermatologists, estheticians, and skincare professionals who specialize in tailoring treatments to your unique skin needs.

Advanced Technology: From laser treatments to non-invasive facials, Skin Moderne uses the latest advancements in skincare technology for effective and safe results.

Customizable Treatments: Your skin is unique, and so are your needs. Skin Moderne offers personalized consultations to craft the perfect treatment plan, ensuring the best possible outcomes.

Holistic Approach: Skin Moderne emphasizes a holistic approach to skincare that includes not just treatments, but also expert advice on lifestyle, nutrition, and homecare to achieve long-term skin health.

Top Skin Treatments Available at Skin Moderne

Laser Skin Rejuvenation Skin Moderne offers a range of advanced laser treatments that target issues like acne scars, sun damage, fine lines, and pigmentation. The clinic uses state-of-the-art equipment, such as fractional CO2 lasers and IPL (Intense Pulsed Light) therapy, to stimulate collagen production and smooth the skin. Benefits:

Improves skin texture and tone

Reduces the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles

Treats hyperpigmentation and sun spots

Non-invasive with minimal downtime

Hydrafacial The Hydrafacial treatment is a non-invasive, multi-step facial that cleanses, exfoliates, and hydrates your skin. It’s perfect for anyone looking to refresh and revitalize their skin without any downtime. The treatment uses a special device that delivers serums to the skin, targeting everything from deep hydration to anti-aging benefits. Benefits:

Deep cleansing and exfoliation

Enhanced hydration

Diminishes fine lines and wrinkles

Customizable for your skin’s unique needs

Microneedling (Collagen Induction Therapy) Microneedling is a favorite for those looking to improve skin texture, reduce fine lines, and heal acne scars. It involves using tiny needles to create micro-injuries in the skin, triggering the body’s natural healing process and stimulating collagen production. Benefits:

Stimulates collagen production for firmer skin

Reduces acne scars and pigmentation

Enhances the overall texture and smoothness of the skin

Non-surgical with minimal downtime

Chemical Peels Skin Moderne’s chemical peels are designed to exfoliate the top layers of dead skin, revealing fresh, smooth, and radiant skin underneath. These peels target everything from acne to signs of aging, making them a versatile treatment for various skin concerns. Benefits:

Removes dead skin cells for a brighter complexion

Reduces the appearance of acne scars and hyperpigmentation

Smooths fine lines and wrinkles

Boosts overall skin texture and tone

PRP (Platelet-Rich Plasma) Therapy PRP, also known as the "vampire facial," uses your own blood platelets to regenerate skin and stimulate collagen production. This treatment is particularly beneficial for those looking to improve skin elasticity, texture, and reduce fine lines. Benefits:

Natural rejuvenation using your own blood

Improves skin tone, texture, and tightness

Non-invasive with minimal downtime

Excellent for under-eye bags, acne scars, and fine lines

Botox and Dermal Fillers For those looking to address fine lines, wrinkles, and volume loss, Skin Moderne offers Botox and dermal filler treatments. These injections are designed to smooth out wrinkles, restore lost volume, and enhance facial contours. Botox is great for wrinkles around the forehead and eyes, while dermal fillers can plump up cheeks, lips, and under-eye areas. Benefits:

Smooths wrinkles and fine lines

Restores volume and plumpness

Non-invasive with quick recovery

Immediate results with minimal discomfort

Body Treatments (CoolSculpting, Cellulite Treatments) At Skin Moderne, it’s not just about facial treatments; they also offer body sculpting treatments. CoolSculpting freezes stubborn fat cells, while their advanced cellulite treatments help reduce dimples and smooth out the skin’s appearance. Benefits:

Non-invasive fat reduction with CoolSculpting

Targets stubborn fat in areas like the abdomen, thighs, and love handles

Reduces the appearance of cellulite

No downtime or surgery required

The Skin Moderne Experience: Easy and Accessible

Whether you're in need of a quick facial refresh or a more intensive treatment, Skin Moderne booking process is simple and accessible online. You can schedule a consultation, choose from a variety of skin treatments, and even access at-home skincare solutions through their online store.

Skin Moderne offers a seamless experience for those who are looking to enhance their skincare routine without the hassle of complicated procedures. For those who can’t make it to the clinic in person, they also offer virtual consultations, so you can receive expert advice from the comfort of your own home.

Skin Moderne Skincare Products: The Perfect Companion to Treatments

For a truly transformative skincare experience, complement your in-clinic treatments with Skin Moderne carefully curated range of skincare products. From serums and moisturizers to sunscreens and anti-aging treatments, their products are formulated with high-quality ingredients to enhance your treatment results and maintain long-lasting skin health.

Conclusion: Get Your Glow On with Skin Moderne

Achieving healthy, glowing skin doesn’t have to be complicated. With Skin Moderne innovative treatments, personalized care, and top-tier technology, your skincare goals are within reach. Whether you’re interested in a rejuvenating facial, a targeted treatment for skin concerns, or at-home skincare products that support your skin’s health, Skin Moderne offers everything you need to reveal your best skin yet.

Don’t wait to experience radiant skin—book your consultation today and take the first step towards healthier, more youthful skin with Skin Moderne!

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MyoLift QT Plus: The Best At-Home Device for Facial Toning

When it comes to achieving youthful, radiant skin, face toning devices have revolutionized the beauty industry. These devices bring the benefits of professional spa treatments into the comfort of your home. Among the top contenders in this category, the MyoLift QT Plus stands out as a game-changing device for facial toning. Here's everything you need to know about why MyoLift QT Plus is the best facial toning device for at-home use.

What Is the MyoLift QT Plus?

The MyoLift QT Plus is an advanced face toning device designed to lift, firm, and rejuvenate your skin. Utilizing cutting-edge technology, it stimulates facial muscles and enhances skin elasticity, offering professional-grade results without the need for invasive procedures or frequent spa visits.

How Does MyoLift QT Plus Work?

MyoLift QT Plus uses microcurrent technology, a low-level electrical current that mirrors the body’s natural energy. This gentle stimulation:

Activates facial muscles to lift and tone the skin.

Boosts collagen and elastin production, reducing fine lines and wrinkles.

Enhances blood circulation, giving your skin a healthy glow.

Promotes cellular repair and improves skin texture.

Why MyoLift QT Plus Is the Best At-Home Device for Facial Toning

Here are some of the reasons why MyoLift QT Plus is a standout choice:

1. Professional Results at Home

MyoLift QT Plus brings the sophistication of salon-grade facial toning devices into your home. Its microcurrent technology ensures visible results, giving your skin a sculpted and youthful appearance over time.

2. User-Friendly Design

The device is compact, lightweight, and easy to use. Its intuitive interface allows even beginners to enjoy the benefits of facial toning without any prior experience.

3. Customizable Settings

MyoLift QT Plus offers customizable intensity levels, ensuring a comfortable experience tailored to your skin’s needs. Whether you want a gentle lift or an intensive toning session, this face toning device adapts to your preferences.

4. Cost-Effective Solution

Compared to expensive spa treatments or invasive procedures, the MyoLift QT Plus offers a one-time investment with long-term benefits. It’s a cost-effective solution for maintaining healthy and youthful skin.

5. Safe and Non-Invasive

Unlike surgical facelifts or injectables, MyoLift QT Plus is completely non-invasive. Its microcurrent technology is gentle and safe for all skin types, making it an ideal choice for anyone looking to improve their skin’s appearance.

Benefits of Using MyoLift QT Plus

Here’s what you can expect when you incorporate the MyoLift QT Plus into your skincare routine:

Reduced Wrinkles: Smoothens fine lines and wrinkles for a youthful look.

Improved Skin Elasticity: Lifts and tightens sagging skin.

Enhanced Glow: Boosts blood circulation for a radiant complexion.

Firmer Facial Contours: Tones facial muscles for a more defined look.

Improved Product Absorption: Helps your skincare products penetrate deeper into the skin.

How to Use MyoLift QT Plus

Using MyoLift QT Plus is simple and effective:

Cleanse Your Face: Start with a clean and dry face.

Apply a Conductive Gel: Use a microcurrent-compatible gel to ensure optimal conductivity.

Select Your Settings: Choose the desired intensity level and treatment mode.

Glide the Device: Move the device in upward motions on targeted areas such as cheeks, forehead, and jawline.

Follow a Routine: For best results, use the device 2-3 times a week for 10-15 minutes per session.

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Best Treatment Options Available for Wrinkles

Wrinkles come more frequently on the hands, arms, neck, and face with age. However, they are more common among adults, and they look like folds and creases on the skin. It is said that wrinkles result primarily from exposure to sunlight; there is an element of genetics in terms of tone and texture. Smoking and pollution may contribute to the development of wrinkles in younger age groups. The skin specialists of Skinlogics Clinic are known to provide the best provider for wrinkle removal treatment in Noida and have come out and shared their knowledge of all the professional treatments through which wrinkles can be removed. Let's start with learning the types of wrinkles. 

Types of Wrinkles:

There are two types of wrinkles:

Dynamic Wrinkles: The presence of dynamic wrinkles is usually due to the squinting, frowning, smiling, and many other movements carried out by one's facial muscles. More visible lines result in the face around the mouth, eyes, eyebrows, and more. The most efficient method of treating dynamic wrinkles is neurotoxin therapy, which diminishes the muscular tension, creating wrinkles and lines on one's face.

Static Wrinkles: Loss of collagen and elasticity leads to normal aging and the development of static wrinkles. Repeated motion of muscles beneath the skin for a few years also causes static wrinkles. Other familiar places where static wrinkles occur are the mouth, cheeks, and nose.

The most effective form of static wrinkle treatment is dermal fillers, a non-surgical procedure known to work effectively in flattening and reducing wrinkles' appearance. These fillers provide for total facial rejuvenation, offering a brighter, younger appearance. The treatment can be done during lunch hours as minimal operating time and recovery time are required. The results' duration depends on the filler's type, quantity, and application area, which ranges between nine months and two years.

Treatment To Remove Wrinkles:

Anti-wrinkle Injections: 

This is the most effective procedure for removing wrinkles. It is used to temporarily relax the muscles that cause wrinkles through the action of a neurotoxin, which is a purified protein. During the procedure, the injections are given into the targeted area, causing the muscles to automatically become numb and avoid contracting and temporarily smoothing out wrinkles. The effects last six to twelve months, depending on various factors. One can repeat the process to continue reaping the rewards.

Dermal Fillers: Dermal fillers are injected under the skin surface. They fill in the hollows where marionette lines nasolabial folds, and other types of wrinkles and folds develop. Its mechanism is to add flesh to the skin, which results in the obliteration of wrinkles and folds. This is also popularly known for reshaping or contouring facial features as well as enhancement of the lips and the cheeks.

Laser Resurfacing:  A laser exfoliates the outer skin layer and causes an increase in collagen. The skin thus becomes firmer and more youthful-looking.

Ultrasound Therapy:  The ultrasound energy is a non-invasive, surgical facelift. It lifts and tightens the skin. Treatment areas include the face, neck, and chin.

Chemical Peels: 

Microneedling Radiofrequency:  This procedure has gained popularity for skin rejuvenation as it has many advantages. A microneedling device puts tiny controlled punctures in the skin that lead to a body's intrinsic healing mechanism. Furthermore, radiofrequency tightens the skin. This procedure has also improved skin tone, open pores, loose skin, and reduced scars. It has also been used to treat wrinkles, fine lines, and scars.

Microdermabrasion: It is the most popular, highly minimalistic invasion procedure for renewing and rejuvenating skin, hence improving the appearance of its tone and texture. Using a special device, the damaged layer of skin is peeled off very lightly. Because of this treatment, the skin becomes more smooth, brighter, and healthier.

Consult the Best Skin Specialist in Noida for Wrinkle Removal Treatment!

The face shows wrinkles when the skin loses elasticity and starts to thin. Wrinkles result from aging and other factors such as pollution, sunlight exposure, smoking, and repeated facial expressions. Choosing some of the safest and most effective dermatological treatments can all be smoothed out and minimized. If a person has been tired of wrinkles and feels less confident about looking good, treatments with the best skin specialist in Noida at Skinlogics Clinic will be the step to an even fresh look. The expert doctor at the clinic observes all the patients and, by analysis, recommends which course of treatment would best suit them. The expert will create a detailed treatment plan for each patient accordingly. So get that look back by visiting the Skinlogics Clinic today!

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