#hibiscus breath check

[marthashlyn3]

‘ Revelations’ Remix ’ featuring God’s new ideas.

[rafesangelita]

♡ baecation sex with rafe

warnings: making out, dry humping, oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, drinking, mentions of both reader and rafe being under the influence, semi-public sex

a/n: i desperately need it to be summer time already!! i can’t wait to make more themed fics <3 also i just came up with this on a whim so i’m very sorry if it’s all over the place..

sex between you and rafe back home was already paradise, but sex when you two were actually in paradise? even better. being away from the outer banks meant that you and rafe had no worries, no time limit for how long you wanted to make love and stay in bed together afterwards, no interruptions. it was absolutely perfect. from the second you walked into the ultimate suite rafe surprised you with, he didn’t waste any time in getting your clothes off, leaving you in nothing but your soaked panties as he dragged your hips up and down his clothed cock.

“fuck—” he cursed under his breath, taking handfuls of your ass and groping the flesh there as you whimpered against his lips. he wouldn’t stop grinding your cunt against him until you’ve came at least two times, leaving behind a sticky mess as rafe kissed you until both of your lips were aching with need. he’d wake you up with his head in between your thighs, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore paired with the cries of his name was like music to his ears. shower sex was always a must, but not before returning the favor.

rafe could never get used to the sight of you on your knees for him. someone who he held up to the highest standard going down just for his pleasure, the idea alone had him painting your lips in record time. getting ready and leaving the suite was nearly impossible since rafe couldn’t keep his hands off of you, especially when you came striding out of the bathroom looking like a world class model in your flowy dress and sandals, the sight of you alone making him believe you couldn’t be real.

“you’re just so beautiful, i can’t help myself..” he whispered, making your lips part as you felt the head of his cock enter you slowly. as time goes on, you’re pleading with him to fuck you harder, but instead he shushes you and tells you there isn’t any rush. “m’gonna take my time, and you’re gonna take it the way i give it to you, yeah?” all objections would die in your throat the second he had his fingertips pressing hard circles into your clit. of course, you’re walking to the bar on shaky legs with the help of rafe’s arm wrapped around waist as he acts like he didn’t just rearrange your insides ten minutes prior.

he chooses a dark spot in the tavern for the two of you to sit at, ordering you both bottomless drinks until you’re giggling in his lap and he’s drunkenly leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw. his hands start roaming your body, and once they manage to slip underneath your dress, you find yourself burying your face in his shirt to muffle the moans leaving your lips. he’s knuckle deep inside your cunt, the aroma of coconut and hibiscus flowers filling his senses. the music is thumping in your chest, and once you’re clawing at his arm and your thighs start trembling around his hand, you’re thankful that no one can hear the half shriek you let out as the band in your tummy snaps and you come undone around his digits.

you two barely make it back to the suite in a fit of laughter, your sandals tucked tightly between rafe’s arm as you pulled him inside. of course, the length of your dress counteracted with your tipsy state and you’re flying to the floor with a small smack! you’re laughing too hard to feel any pain, your boyfriend sobering up for a second in order to rush down and check on you. “i’m okay, i’m okay!” you reassure him, pulling him down on top of you as you kiss him deeply. that’s exactly how you two end up having floor sex, rafe insisting for you to be on top so you weren’t scraping yourself up on the stone surface.

you rode him until he was digging his fingers into your skin, his jaw falling slack as he filled you up with his seed. rafe nearly lost all brain function when you kept up your ministrations, unintentionally overstimulating him as he groaned, his cerulean eyes rolling to the back of his head while you trailed wet pecks up his neck from his chest. rafe has to hold you in place, pulling you tight against his chest in order to regain control and keep you from milking him dry. “holy fuckkk,” he drawls out, cradling your head, “you’re insane.” it isn’t long before he’s picking you up bridal style, laying you down gently in the plush comforter before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

the next morning, you’re waking him up with breakfast in bed, having already made a full recovery from last night. you’re hand feeding him his fruit, both of you just basking in each other’s prescence while the birds sound from outside the balcony. “i don’t want to go home.” you sigh, your head now resting against rafe’s chest. he hums groggily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “so then we won’t. i’ll extend the reservation.”

[slutfformyself]

PARADISE

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1021

Summary: Y/N and Ben being tooth rottingly cute on their vaca!

The soft sound of waves in the distance and the warm morning sun creeping through the hotel curtains is what wakes Y/N first. She stretches, turning to see Ben still half-asleep beside her, his curls messy, one arm slung lazily over her waist. He looks so peaceful, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, the golden light casting a glow over his skin.

For a moment, she just watches him, taking in the quiet beauty of the morning. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she reaches out, running her fingers up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her palm. Leaning in, she presses a soft kiss to his collarbone, then another along his jaw, and finally one right at the corner of his lips.

Ben stirs slightly, a sleepy grin tugging at his lips. "You just can’t resist me, huh?"

Y/N giggles, resting her head against his chest. "You just looked too cute. Couldn’t help myself."

Ben hums, still half-asleep, his arms tightening around her waist. "Mmm. I guess I’ll allow it."

The moment lingers—soft, warm, and slow, before Y/N finally nudges him. "Come on, lazy. We have a run to do."

Ben groans dramatically. "I thought we were on vacation."

"We are," she says, slipping out of bed. "But we’re still athletes. And the beach is our reward."

With a sigh, Ben finally drags himself out of bed, and after a quick breakfast of açaí bowls and fresh fruit, they lace up their shoes and step outside.

The morning air is crisp but warm, carrying the scent of tropical flowers as Y/N and Ben jog through the quiet streets. Towering palm trees line the path, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze, while bursts of colorful flowers peek through the greenery. The air is thick with the scent of hibiscus and saltwater, and the sound of birds chirping makes the moment feel seemingly unreal.

Y/N takes a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill her lungs. “This is perfect,” she says, glancing over at Ben, who is… very much not enjoying himself.

Ben groans dramatically, hands resting on his hips as he slows down slightly. “This is evil. I did not sign up for cross-country training.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, laughing as she jogs backward for a moment, effortlessly keeping pace. “Babe, you literally have endurance! You run all the time in your matches.”

Ben wipes a hand over his face, pretending to be exhausted. “Yeah, but in short bursts. Not this… marathon you’ve tricked me into.”

She shakes her head, amused. "We’re literally running a mile” she snickers.

Despite all the complaining, Ben keeps running—mostly because she’s running. And maybe, just maybe, he’s enjoying himself, if only because she’s beside him.

The water is crystal clear, waves rolling in gently as the couple lays out their towels. Y/N, in a stunning bikini, hands Ben her phone and digital camera.

“Okay, so you need to get my angles right this time,” she instructs, striking a pose as she lays on the sand.

Ben squints at the phone, holding it awkwardly. “I swear I got better at this.”

“No, last time, I had to delete half because you made me look short.”

Ben groans but follows her instructions as she coaches him through poses, lighting, and angles.

He gets down on one knee at one point, pretending he’s doing some serious professional work. “This is art, babe.”

“Just take the pictures, Ben.”

After a hundred photos (and a bit of roasting), she checks the camera roll and nods. “Oh my God some of these are really good.”

Ben smirks, throwing his arms behind his head. “Hey, I don’t know about ‘some’ all of those were good.

Y/N side-eyes him slightly, silently cursing herself for his sassiness

Ben chuckles “what?” Giving her the gummy smile she loves

Y/n decides to let him have a win with “ALL” the pictures being good.

“Mhm, nothing” she smiles at him. Just then- the sun casted up a golden radiant light on the two, their skins resembling a shade of bronze.

Under the light ben caves, his right hand instinctively settling on her waist whilst the other cradles her face, he swears she looks like an angel.

“You look..gorgeous baby” he says as he stares intently at her plump lips before leaning in and kissing her.

They kiss, purely engulfed with eachother. The birds’ chirp and the light breeze surrounds them.

Y/N’s the first to pull away as they stare into eachothers eyes, she leans back in—just as Ben’s expecting another kiss she says “Last one in the water buys dinner tonight!”

Y/N suddenly pulls back, spinning on her heel and sprinting toward the ocean before Ben can even process what’s happening.

His eyes widen as he watches her get a massive head start. “Oh, no way.” He points at her, already kicking off after her. “CHEATER!”

She only cackles, throwing a playful look over her shoulder as she races toward the waves. “You snooze, you lose, Benny!”

Ben picks up speed, his competitive side kicking in, but Y/N is fast. “Unfair advantage!” he shouts as she reaches the water first, letting out a triumphant laugh as she splashes into the waves.

Ben barrels into the water right after her, and before she can fully enjoy her victory, a wave of water hits her—courtesy of Ben splashing her right in the face.

“BENJAMIN SHELTON!” she shrieks, wiping the water from her face.

He’s grinning like a menace. “You wanted to play dirty? Let’s play.”

Before she can retaliate, he scoops her up effortlessly, spinning her around in the water. She’s laughing, kicking lightly to get free, but he just holds her tighter, grinning down at her.

“You’re so lucky I like you,” he teases.

She gasps, pretending to be offended. “Like? That’s all?”

Ben smirks. “Like a lot.”

She huffs, but before she can argue, he drops them both into the water, sending them under for a moment before they resurface, both laughing.

They spend the next few minutes playfully shoving each other under the waves, splashing, and just existing in the carefree happiness of the moment. No pressure, no expectations—just the two of them, wrapped up in the kind of love that feels easy.

[mangilingo]

Beneath the sunlit sky

Summary — A solo traveler meets Luigi on a Hawaiian vacation, and as their paths continue to cross, a deep, undeniable connection forms between them, leading them to confront their feelings and the possibility of something lasting beyond the island.

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The sun hung high in the Hawaiian sky, casting a golden hue over the crystal-clear waters. You had never been much of a traveler, preferring the quiet comfort of your own space. But when the opportunity for a solo trip to Hawaii arose, you couldn’t resist. The thought of escaping your mundane routine, even for a week, filled you with a strange sense of excitement. The decision had come on impulse—a spur of the moment kind of thing, but now you were here, standing at the edge of something completely foreign, looking out at the infinite ocean that stretched before you.

The resort you stayed at was on the quieter side of the island, with less of the hustle and bustle that came with the more tourist-heavy areas. You were relieved to find some peace, just the soft murmur of waves and rustling palms, with only the occasional hum of a passing motorbike or chatter of a couple walking past.

After checking in, you wasted no time in heading to the beach. The golden sand slipped between your toes as you walked down toward the shore, the heat of the sun soaking into your skin. You took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill your lungs and settle into your mind. The world here felt suspended in time, the perfect place to forget about everything.

The first few hours were blissful. You found a quiet spot by a large palm tree and settled under its shade, enjoying the sounds of the ocean and the occasional chirp of a tropical bird. You watched the locals and tourists alike paddle in the shallows, swim, or simply sunbathe.

It wasn’t until you decided to take a walk along the shoreline that you saw him.

A man, dressed in a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, stood near the water’s edge, his back turned to you. He was tall, lean but muscular in a way that spoke to a life filled with movement. His dark brown hair, a little longer than most, shifted in the breeze. He had a way of standing—feet planted firmly in the sand, his arms loosely crossed—like he was lost in thought, staring out at the horizon, as if waiting for something.

He looked so… out of place. Not in a bad way, but in a way that suggested he wasn’t quite in sync with the easygoing vacation vibe of the island.

Your feet took you closer without you intending to. There was something about him, something that pulled at your curiosity. And then, just as you were about to walk past him, he turned his head, his eyes locking with yours.

For a moment, everything else seemed to blur. His gaze wasn’t forceful, but it was intense. You couldn’t look away. There was something in those eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. Longing? Regret? Whatever it was, it hit you like a wave crashing over you.

Your heart fluttered unexpectedly, and you quickly turned your gaze down to the sand beneath your feet. Your pace quickened as you walked away, but his stare remained with you, an invisible tether that followed you down the beach.

The evening came quickly, with the sun dipping low in the sky, painting the horizon with streaks of pink and purple. You couldn’t resist the pull of the resort’s beachfront restaurant, with its open-air seating that overlooked the bay. You chose a table near the window, hoping for some solitude and a perfect view of the sunset.

The evening air was warm, carrying the sweet scent of hibiscus and salt. You ordered a light seafood dish, something fresh and simple, accompanied by a chilled coconut drink. You let your mind wander as you watched the sky change colors, the vast ocean stretching endlessly before you.

It was in that peaceful moment that you noticed him again.

There he was, sitting at a table near the back of the restaurant, almost hidden in the shadows of the large potted plants, but still within view. He was alone, just as you were, his eyes fixed on the view. His body was relaxed, though his posture was stiff, almost as though he were retreating into himself. You could see the muscles in his arms flex subtly as he leaned back in his chair, and the way his gaze moved from the ocean to the horizon, as if trying to reach some far-off place, somewhere beyond the blue expanse.

You tried to look away, but your eyes were drawn to him. There was something magnetic about him, something that made you feel like he wasn’t just another stranger, but someone important, someone with a story to tell.

Before you could gather your thoughts, the waiter came by, refilling your glass. “I couldn’t help but notice that the gentleman over there,” he gestured to Luigi, “has been staring in your direction for a while.”

You blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t know him,” you replied.

The waiter raised an eyebrow. “Happens to all of us at some point, right? But hey, if he’s looking, maybe it’s worth taking the chance.”

With a knowing smile, he walked away, leaving you staring at Luigi, your heart rate picking up again. You knew you couldn’t just ignore this connection anymore.

You tried to dismiss the thought as you finished your meal, but that was easier said than done. That night, as you headed back to your room, you kept thinking about him. Who was he? What was it about his presence that made you feel so… seen?

The following morning, you found yourself wandering down the beach again. The air was warm and humid, the ocean’s sound constant and soothing. The water sparkled in the morning light, inviting you to step in. You walked along the shore, your feet sinking into the wet sand, when you saw him again.

Luigi. He was sitting beneath a palm tree, a book in his hand, the edge of his sunglasses perched on his nose. He looked so peaceful in that moment, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity you had noticed the previous day. It was almost as if he had allowed himself a few moments of calm, something that seemed scarce in the little bit you’d seen of him.

You hesitated, unsure whether you should approach him. There was a certain barrier between you two, an invisible line that neither of you had crossed yet. You considered turning back, but something urged you forward, and without quite realizing it, you found yourself walking towards him.

Luigi noticed you just before you reached him. His eyes lifted from the pages of his book, and a flicker of surprise passed across his face. He set the book down slowly, as though deciding whether to engage or remain in his solitary world.

“Hey,” you said, your voice softer than you meant it to be. There was something about this man that made you unsure of yourself.

He smiled, the first real smile you’d seen from him, and for a second, it took your breath away. “Hey, it’s you again.”

You paused, the connection between you so palpable that it almost felt like a shared secret, like neither of you were quite sure how to handle it. “I keep running into you,” you said, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“Maybe that’s fate,” he said, his voice teasing but not in a way that felt uncomfortable. His eyes met yours, steady and warm. “I’m Luigi,” he added, as if you hadn’t already known his name.

You introduced yourself, and for a moment, the world seemed to slip away. The conversation started slow—casual, almost forced—but soon, the awkwardness melted away. You found yourself laughing, talking about everything and nothing. He told you he had come to Hawaii to escape some unfinished business back home, but he wasn’t specific. You both shared little pieces of yourselves, enough to create a bond but not enough to know each other completely.

“I’m here for the same reason,” you admitted, “just… needed a break from everything.”

His gaze softened, the understanding between you palpable. You had both come here for the same thing, even if you hadn’t known it until now. The rest of the world, it seemed, was miles away.

The days that followed seemed to blur together. You and Luigi found yourselves crossing paths again and again, each encounter seeming less accidental than the last. You shared meals, walked through the town, and took long swims in the ocean. There were moments where you both spoke endlessly, laughing about silly things, your connection growing deeper by the day. But there were also moments of silence, moments where you simply sat together, both lost in your own thoughts.

One evening, you sat on the balcony of your room, staring out at the ocean. The sun had long since set, and the sky had turned dark, dotted with the flickering stars. The soft sounds of the waves below were comforting, and you let the quiet wash over you, savoring the peaceful solitude.

Then, you heard a knock on your door.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stood, your breath catching in your throat. You opened the door to find Luigi standing there, looking more unsure than you’d ever seen him. His hands were in his pockets, and he seemed hesitant.

“I—uh—wanted to see if you were free. I… I just felt like talking,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

You stepped aside, allowing him in. There was no need for words. The connection was undeniable now. The pull between you was stronger than either of you had let on, and the walls you’d built were beginning to crumble.

He sat down beside you on the balcony, and for a long moment, neither of you said anything. You simply shared the silence, your bodies close but your thoughts far away.

Finally, it was Luigi who spoke. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he said, his voice hoarse. “But I don’t think I can leave here without knowing what this is between us.”

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked at him. There was something raw in his eyes, something that mirrored your own feelings but went unspoken for too long.

“I don’t know either,” you whispered. “But I’m willing to find out.”

And in that moment, it wasn’t just the island that felt suspended in time. It was the two of you—standing on the precipice of something both uncertain and undeniable, ready to take the leap.

The days after that evening blurred into something beautiful and strange. Neither of you wanted to define what was happening, but you both knew it wasn’t just a fleeting vacation romance. It was something deeper. Something real.

The last day of your trip arrived too quickly. You stood by the beach one final time, the sun low in the sky, painting everything in golden light. Luigi stood beside you, his hand brushing against yours.

“You know,” he said, his voice gentle, “this doesn’t have to end here. Whatever this is, it doesn’t have to stay on this island.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. You looked at him, the bond between you undeniable now, stronger than the ocean waves crashing on the shore. There was a tenderness in the way he looked at you, the way his hand now lingered in yours.

“No,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “It doesn’t.”

And as you both stood there, watching the sun set over the horizon, you realized that this��whatever it was—had become something that could last beyond the shores of Hawaii, beyond the boundaries of time, a story that had only just begun.

[lowkeycasanova]

plot: you were sick and Sanji just wants you to feel better

a/n: I kNoW! this is different from my usual work but i couldn't get this out of my head

pairing: opla!sanji x fem!reader

***

It was a typical morning on the Going Merry. The sun was out and the weather felt great. However, you were lounging around on a shaded part of the ship due to recovering from a fever, but you felt better to not be in bed.

You laid on your back, eyes fluttered shut and felt the cool breeze. The green haired swordsman seemed to have the same idea as you, as he was napping a few feet away. Of course, when was he not?

You make out the laughter of Luffy and Usopp as you can also hear them running around on the hard wood being the rambunctious boys they were.

In a split second, your serene ambiance became disrupted.

Usopp had taken out his slingshot, aiming to hit Luffy with one of his shots. He missed, as Luffy dodged it quickly. This resulted in whatever Usopp slung to hit the wood above you.

All you heard was something crack and the fight or flight response in you made you open your eyes and overturn to get out of the way of the falling debris.

At that moment, Sanji was coming up the stairs. He stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight in front of him.

Usopp and Luffy standing there. The broken wood. You, off to the side of the impact, holding your chest as you attempted to catch your breath.

The boys were still laughing, as they hadn’t even realized you were there.

The blonde cook’s eyes widened in horror as he put two and two together, and he marched over, fuming.

“Ha ha! You missed me!” exclaimed Luffy.

“You idiots!” He swung his powerful leg with no hesitation, socking both of them into the ship’s mast.

“Ow.” They simultaneously winced.

Zoro opened one eye to see what all the commotion was about, then sighed as it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“What the hell are you doing? You could’ve hurt Y/N.”

Usopp and Luffy look over in your direction to see you getting up and brushing off your clothes.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, my bad.” Usopp said as he rubbed his head.

Sanji turned his attention to you, his demeanor softening as he approached. “Are you alright? I couldn’t stand to see harm come to a lovely lady like yourself.”

“I’m good.” You smiled warmly and he couldn’t help but blush in response.

***

The crew returned to their usual antics and you were in your room, consumed by a good book.

There was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Inside stepped Sanji, holding a tray with a cold drink on top.

“Would the madam like something to drink?”

“Sure.” You said, putting the book on the beside table and sitting up to get more comfortable.

He offered it to you with pride and you took a sip as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you.

The drink was some sort of herbal tea.

"mmm." you voiced. "This is amazing."

"You think so?"

You nodded and took another sip, savoring the taste. "Is that hibiscus?"

"How'd you know?"

"Well you're not the only one who knows flavors."

He let out a soft laugh. "I'm glad you like it. I also made it cold in hopes to bring down your temperature. How are you feeling by the way, sweetheart?" He asked and put the back of his hand against your forehead.

"I'm actually doing a lot better."

His eyes sparkled with delight at your words. With a playful grin, he then gently placed his hands on your cheeks, using them to check for any linger signs of that fever. He couldn't help himself. He was always ready to engage in a little flirtation.

You giggled at his touch, a blush tinting your cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"Just seeing if your temperature went down. A chef's duty extends beyond the kitchen, you know."

Your laughter bubbled up in response. "I appreciate the thorough examination."

And you did mean it. You're heart fluttered at the fact that he cared.

Sanji released his hold, his grin undeniably charming. "You're in good health. But shall you need anything from me again, don't hesitate to call."

You thanked him and he turned to walk out. But much as you enjoyed him, maybe it was time to talk to Luffy about getting an actual doctor on board. Just a thought.

[themanicnami]

💖Witchcraft Correspondence: Love💖

Love is one of the parts of life humans chase after in many ways. Not just in ways of romantic desire and sexual interactions but the love of family, friends and love of oneself. It is a common topic when it comes to magic and divination so with that - may this be an easy reference for all of you looking to incorporate love of any kind into your craft. Please note: this isn't every possible correspondence out there - this is more a quick reference guide. Happy witching~

💖Herbs for Love: Anise, Basil, Bay, Catnip, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Coriander/Cilantro, Clove, Damiana, Dill, Fennel, Ginger, Hawthorne, Hibiscus, Jasmine, Lavender, Lemon Balm, Meadowsweet, Myrrh, Parsley, Rose, Rose Hip, Rosemary, Saffron, Sage, Spearmint, Thyme, Vanilla, Valerian, Yarrow

💖 Flowers for Love: Aster, Baby's-Breath, Bleeding Heart, Carnation, Cherry Blossom, Daffodil, Geranium, Hyacinth, Iris, Jasmine, Lavender, Lilac, Orchid, Rose, Sunflower, Tulip

💖 Fruit for Love: Apple, Apricot, Avocado, Banana, Cherry, Cranberry, Fig, Guava, Lemon, Lime, Mango, Nectarine, Orange, Papaya, Passion Fruit, Pomegranate, Peach, Pear, Plum, Raspberry, Strawberry

💖 Vegetables for Love: Artichoke, Asparagus, Beet, Carrot, Celery, Cucumber, Endive, Leek, Lettuce, Onion, Peas, Pumpkin, Radish, Sweet Pea, Tomato, Zucchini

💖 Foods for Love: Chocolate, Pistachio, Rye Bread, Sugar (sweets), Wine

💖 Crystals for Love: Agate, Amber, Amethyst, Aquamarine, Carnelian, Emerald, Garnet, Green Aventurine, Kunzite, Lapis Lazuli, Malachite, Moonstone, Obsidian, Onyx, Pink Topaz, Pink Tourmaline, Pink Quartz (dyed), Rhodochrosite, Rhodonite, Tiger's Eye, Rose Quartz, Ruby

💖 Oils for Love: Anise, Basil, Bay, Birch, Cardamom, Clove, Ginger, Grapefruit, Jasmine, Juniper, Lemongrass, Lemon, Lime, Marjoram, Mints, Myrrh, Rose, Rosemary, Vanilla

💖 Incense/Scents for Love: Amber, Bamboo, Catnip, Cedarwood, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Dragon's Blood, Ginger, Jasmine, Lavender, Patchouli, Rose, Rosewood, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Ylang-ylang

💖 Colors for Love: Pink, Red, White, Orange, Purple, Gold, Silver

💖 Moon Phase for Love: New Moon, Waxing, Full Moon

💖 Day of Week for Love: Friday

💖 Elements for Love: Fire, Water

💖 Zodiac for Love Virgo, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Gemini, Pisces

💖 Planets for Love: Venus, Moon

💖 Animals for Love: Beaver, Butterfly, Cow, Crane, Dolphin, Dove, Elephant, Flamingo, Hare, Horse, Ladybug, Lion, Lovebird, Owl, Penguin, Starfish, Swan

~~~~~

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[talesofmoony]

can I request marylily where lily has a breakdown because shes a little nervous about being queer but mary comforts her and its all fluffy? angst with a happy ending? thanks!

Blueberries and Hibiscus

summary: Lily smells Mary in their Amortentia brew and has a bit of a gay crisis.

rating: T

cw: internalized homophobia, panic attack

a/n: hello hello! here you go :) i hope i did your prompt justice. this was my first time writing for marylily, and i thoroughly enjoyed it.

you can also find it on ao3 posted here.

requests are currently open, so please feel free to send me any you may have, or just check in and say hello!

This was not how today was supposed to go. Lily was supposed to go to class, ace her potions exam for which she had been pouring over in the library all night, and end the evening relaxing in the common room with her friends.

What she had not expected was for the test out for their unit of potions to be Amortentia. Initially, when Slughorn had announced to the class the potion they would be tested with, Lily had thought little of it. Coming up on the latter half of their fifth year, the class was bound to reach this unit at some point. She was partnered with Mary, which she was grateful for, as Mary was quite the potions expert. This would be easy, Lily assured herself.

Both girls had been performing fairly well, Lily grinding up moonstone while Mary gathered fresh peppermint leaves and bundles of rose thorns to finish off the potion. Lily’s piercing green eyes met Mary’s dark brown ones in a quick glance, the dark-eyed girl sending Lily a crooked grin before returning to her task of separating the peppermint leaves from the stem of the bundle.

Lily was unable to tear her eyes away, utterly transfixed by the way Mary’s long, slender digits gripped each leaf carefully, pulling it slowly away from the green stem. Her eyes traveled to the tips of Mary’s fingers, where her nails were perfectly manicured and painted a light lavender, tips perfectly rounded into an almond shape.

“You good?” Mary whispered into the shell of Lily’s ear. She could feel Mary’s breath as it softly blew down her neck, causing her body to release a violent shiver.

Lily jerked her head up, realizing too late that she was mere inches away from Mary as she stared directly at her, eyes straining to keep contact with coffee-colored irises instead of drifting back down to her best friend’s handiwork.

“Mhm. Yeah. Um, I’m good, great! Yeah, um-” The words tumbled out of Lily’s mouth, uncoordinated and distinctly not her usual demeanor. She hurried herself with finishing her task of grinding down the moonstone, brain short-circuiting trying to figure out exactly why she was reacting this way to Mary simply existing.

Once all of their ingredients were prepared, they mixed them in accordingly, Lily stirring the liquid clockwise three times at the addition of the powdered moonstone. To top it off, Mary scooped up the finely collected peppermint leaves, leaning into Lily’s side as she dropped them carefully into the cauldron. In their closeness, Mary’s dark brown curls brushed the side of Lily’s cheek, and the red-haired girl caught a whiff of the taller girl’s shampoo.

Blueberries and hibiscus, Lily thought to herself. She had smelt it before, the scent always wafting out from their dorm room's shared bathroom after Mary took a shower, steamrolling over the top of the wooden door as she emerged. The scent calmed her.

As they removed the potion from the open flame, Slughorn made his way to the front of the classroom, announcing in a bellowing voice, “Alright, everyone. Now, we will go around the room. Each person is to take a smell of the potion and announce to the class what scent they find. It is sure to reveal some interesting things, I assure you!”

His voice maintained a jovial tone, despite the rising whispers emerging from the students. Murmurs echoed through the hollow walls of the classroom, a few of the less mature students snickering, hands covering their mouths. Everyone was privy to the meaning of what Amortentia smelled like, as it took the scent of the one a person most desires.

Lily preoccupied herself with twisting the silver, daisy-adorned ring that sat on her thumb, a gift from Mary herself for Lily’s fifteenth birthday this year. She hadn’t told Mary, but it had been her favorite gift she received, something she interacted with every day. Something that brought her mind back to those sweet, brown eyes and wild grin, lifting her when she was feeling down.

All normal things to think about one's best friend, of course.

Mary dug her elbow into Lily’s side and gestured to the now-simmering, pearlescent liquid that sat in their shared cauldron. “Want me to go first?”

Before she could even form a proper thought on the proposition, Mary was already leaning closer to the cauldron, bringing her hand above the liquid and carefully wafting the scent towards her face. She breathed in, letting her eyes fall shut, her peach-toned lips closing with a quiet hum of contentment.

“Lavender, old books, and earl grey,” Mary hummed, peeking open her left eye to glance over at Lily, the corner of her lips tipping into a small smile. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she opened both of them, blinking slowly, her gaze now firmly stuck on Lily. “Your turn now, Lils.”

Lily’s mouth gaped slightly, her tongue resting at the top of her mouth as she contemplated why her brain was freezing over at the moment. What was going on with her?

She shifted on her feet, carefully leaning over the cauldron and repeating Mary’s previous actions, letting the smell waft into her nostrils. Lily settled into the scent, her mind going numb as she worked to identify the various smells. Several aromas assaulted her senses: cinnamon, quill ink, and roses, but there was one more she just couldn’t place.

During the time she had been attempting to pick out the stubborn fragrance, Mary had inched closer, her curls brushing up against her best friend’s cheek again. Lily froze on the spot, instantly recognizing the last scent.

Blueberries and hibiscus.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck. She was in love with her best friend. She smelt Mary in the Amortentia.

“What do you smell?” Mary asked softly, completely unaware of the mounting feeling of absolute dread and panic burrowing itself in Lily’s stomach.

She immediately jerked away from Mary’s touch. Her eyes glided up to meet Mary’s, but she averted her gaze, focused on shoving her quill set and parchment roll of notes into her satchel as swiftly as possible. Lily was aware of the look of confusion tinged with hurt that flashed in Mary’s eyes, no doubt confused at her brash and violent reaction to a less than invasive question.

Lily took one more look at her best friend, realizing now that Mary was the subject of the scent within their batch of Amortentia, and stuttered out a wobbly, “I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to go. I’m sorry, Mary.”

With that, Lily swung her satchel over her left shoulder, hauling herself out of her stool and through the wooden door of the potions classroom. She rounded the hall into the stone-lined corridor outside of the potions classroom, her chest shuddering with rattling breaths as she fought to get back to the common room as quickly as possible. Her legs shook as the bottoms of her feet made contact with the hard stone steps, black oxfords clacking harshly with each step she took.

When she finally made her way to the portrait of the painted lady, Lily had to screech the password when the fat lady didn’t understand her the first time, earning her an offended scoff. After getting inside, she ran past the seating area nestled by the fireplace, where a concerned Remus noticed her emotional state and stood to approach her.

He wouldn't get the chance, as Lily flew past him, running up the stairs and into her dorm room, slamming the door behind her. Her bag was quickly abandoned by the post of her bed, each step dragging down her very being until she collapsed onto her bed and shut the curtains behind her.

Lily’s chest wracked with viscous sobs, her shoulders heaving and her hands shaking as she took in ragged breaths, only to force them out immediately as she cried even harder. Why, Lily thought. Why did this have to happen?

Her hands palmed the colorful quilt that adorned her bed, another gift from Mary for last Christmas, one that was handmade and had no doubt taken her best friend hours of work to produce. The very thought only made Lily cry harder because this wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to like girls. She needed to be the perfect daughter, marry the perfect man, and have perfect children. Perfect, that’s what she needed to be, not this.

Her thoughts rattled between her ears, a dull pain blooming in her chest as her panic mounted, shallow breaths breaching the line between sobs and hyperventilation. She was unable to get a grasp on her own mind, her thoughts a repeated mess of this isn’t happening and no, no, no.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Lily heard steps approaching outside of her shared dorm room, followed by the soft click of the door opening slowly, creaking on the old, rusted hinges. She knew who it was before she even caught a glimpse through the cracked curtain, smelling the familiar scent of blueberries and hibiscus that haunted her every being.

“Lily, honey? What’s wrong?” she heard Mary speak, softly as to not startle her sensitive state.

Lily watched as the curtain shifted, those beautiful coffee-brown eyes shifting into view, only serving to make Lily’s sobs increase in severity. She’d never realized how beautiful Mary was, her features and entire existence pulling Lily in like a siren’s song. Lily would follow her into the sea if Mary only asked.

She wouldn't, though, because she wasn’t like Lily. Mary was normal.

As Lily’s panicked state picked up, Mary shifted her weight onto the bed, carefully bringing her hand up to cup the back of Lily’s neck and shift her, the other girl’s head laid across her lap. She coiled ginger locks around her fingers, and the action was so soothing that Lily couldn’t bear to demand she stop.

Mary’s other hand shifted up and down Lily’s back, gently caressing the smooth, freckled skin that poked out from the bottom of her sweater. The feeling sent shivers up Lily’s body, a shake ricocheting through her, down to her very bones. Little did she know, Mary shared the same sentiment, electricity bolting through her fingertips and up her arms at the mere contact she made with the other girl’s warmed skin.

Careful not to startle the girl below her, Mary shifted her hand up Lily’s side until it came to rest on her cheek. Slowly, she caressed the soft skin, grinning slightly as Lily seemed to subconsciously nestle into her hand, seeking some sense of warmth and connection. The hand then gently pressed on Lily’s cheek, prompting her to make eye contact with the girl whose lap she laid across.

“Tell me what’s going on, Lils,” Mary gently whispered, “What has you so worked up and scared? You nearly ran into the wall of the potions classroom trying to get out of there so fast.” Her eyes searched Lily’s, looking for some clue to what was ailing her best friend. “Was it something with the potion?”

Lily froze again, and though she had calmed down, her breath began to quicken again, her gaze darting away to stare a hole in the bed curtain. If she stared hard enough, maybe she would be able to burn a hole through it and distract herself from the feeling of pure dread coursing through her veins.

“There’s something wrong with me. I smelt blueberries and hibiscus,” she whispered into the air, “I don't know why this is happening. I can’t be this way. We can’t be this way.” Her gaze found Mary’s again, and she watched as a look of pure understanding dawned on her best friend’s face.

Lily clenched her eyes shut, wishing away her entire existence to put off the inevitable rejection she was sure to face. This was it, she was going to ruin the one good thing in her life, all because she couldn't keep her shit together and just be normal. Lily could feel the negativity she felt for herself spreading, her brain a repeated barrage of condemning thoughts. Mary was going to hate her, not only for ruining their friendship, but for liking her. This wasn’t something people did at Hogwarts. Girls weren't allowed to like each other, to hold feelings, to love. Boys too. Not in that way.

When she felt a gentle caress on her cheek, Lily opened her eyes again. However, instead of being met with a look of complete disdain or disgust as she expected, she was instead met with a look of kindness and warmth. Mary’s fingertips stroked her cheekbone, moving up to the area just under her eye where Lily could feel her touch flutter across her eyelashes.

Finally, Mary’s touch found its way to Lily’s pink, stress-bitten lips, brushing over them delicately. Her touch felt like an ask, a request for permission to do something Lily wasn’t sure she was able to even comprehend in her current state.

“Do you know what I smelt?” Mary murmured, her fingertips not leaving Lily’s lips as she gently pushed further in, nails gently tapping against Lily’s teeth, “Lavender, old books, and earl grey tea. Your favorite.”

This can’t actually be happening, Lily thought, eyes searching for the glare of a joke in Mary’s own expression, some indication that Mary was simply taking the piss and would begin laughing any minute now.

As if she could read Lily’s mind, Mary looked directly into her bright green eyes, giving a soft shake of her head against the negative thoughts racing through the other girl’s head. “I’m real, you’re real, this is real,” she whispered, “We can be this, you don’t need to be afraid of it.”

“Are you sayin-”

“I smelt you in the Amortentia, Lils, no one else.”

A silence fell over the room, the only audible sound being both girls’ soft breathing paired with their equally fast-paced heartbeats as they shared a look, one only they could understand the true meaning of. Green eyes met brown, both of their faces opening into an expression of pure adoration and love, both as friends and as lovers, apparently.

This was happening, Lily realized. She smelt Mary in the Amortentia, and Mary smelt her, which could only mean that Mary felt the exact same way she did. That only served to make Lily’s next realization even harder, as it dawned on her they couldn’t be together.

“But this isn’t okay. We aren’t allowed to do this” Lily breathed out, shoulders sagging.

It wasn’t news to anyone that queer couples aren't really a thing at Hogwarts. Sure, Sirius and Remus had something going on, but Sirius was so outwardly affectionate that no one spared a second glance when he placed a big kiss on Remus’ cheek, and no one thought any different when Remus turned bright red in response. Also, if anyone did have something to say, Lily was sure someone would find themselves on the wrong side of Sirius’ wand.

Mary looked at Lily curiously, lips quirked up in one corner as she let out a chuckle. “Who the fuck cares what we’re supposed to do? I certainly don’t, and neither will our friends. Sometimes, people need a push to accept things they don’t understand. We don’t have to be outwardly over-affectionate,” Mary spoke confidently. “I want you, Lils. I want us. I want you here, in this dorm. I want you outside in the common room, in the Great Hall, in potion class, and everywhere else. If you need to take this slow, that’s okay. But I need you to understand that your having feelings for me is okay. It is not wrong. We are perfect just as we are. Nothing about that needs to change, and fuck what anyone else thinks.”

Lily stared up at Mary, hoping her expression conveyed the deep amount of appreciation and love she felt for the other girl. Her panic had subsided, and she found herself able to separate her thoughts easier, letting Mary’s kind and sure words seep into her mind. “Okay”, she breathed out.

This time, however, her words did not hold the finality and angst they previously held, but instead an air of hope and positivity. They can do this, this is okay. If Mary believes it is, then Lily has no reason to doubt her. She’s never known her to be wrong, after all.

Lily pushed up onto her elbows, Mary’s hand moving from her cheek to rest on her hip as both girls shifted up to lean against the headboard, limbs tangled together in a beautiful mess. Lily caressed the tanned skin of Mary’s midsection, her hand eventually coming to rest on the other girl's, fingers tangling together in an unspoken bond.

As she pressed herself into Mary’s side, feeling a hand wrap around her midsection and pull her closer, Lily had just one thought.

Yeah. We’re going to be okay.

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Until my Last Breath

Okay so this one didn't win the vote but per special request by @maiveeetheone I’m going to write it! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

Pairing: Regina mills x pregnant!reader

TW: mentions of blood, almost miscarriage, kidnapping and minor torture.

Summary: Regina’s mother, Cora, returns and tries to turn her dark again but Y/N, her wife, has given her everything she’s ever wanted: true love, family, marriage, power and now a baby. What happens when she stands in the way of Cora’s sinister plans.

******************************************************** You sat across the conference room table as Regina conducted the meetings, it was for the town so Sheriff Swan, along with David and Snow, Mr. Gold, Regina the mayor, Zelena, a couple others and you, now you weren’t only married to the mayor and carrying her child but you helped run the hospital. You were Chief of surgeries after Dr. Whale had that taken away with the Daniel incident.

“So right now we’re using funds to help with remodeling of the school, so…” Regina was doing a funds recap and taking with Snow about what would need to be done and you started to drift off staring out the window. You ran your hand over your swollen bump feeling your baby kick and knowing that Regina’s voice was soothing to your unborn child even though she was talking finances for Storybrooke. You began to daydream about mornings where she would wake up with that slow morning growl, it made you feral for your wife and she knew it.

“Y/N…Y/N?” you heard her calling your name and it snapped you back to reality, back into the conference room with its white walls and black and white modern decor. Regina was looking at you amused, she could only imagine what had stolen your attention but had a good idea it was her and the baby.

“Oh yea, so as of right now we’re okay, we thought of possibly coordinating with the schools to give more volunteer opportunities to the kids, but we also have to discuss my leave, due to the Dr. Whale situation we’ll have to find a replacement for my maternity leave.”

“Well how about Zelena?” Regina asked, her relationship with her sister had grown tremendously, in fact that’s the only other person besides Emma and the Charmings that she’d trust with her life and family’s life.

“And what use would she be?” Asked the skeptical Mr. Gold.

“Well I mean she is a trained midwife.” Snow suggested.

“Because of a curse,” Emma reminded.

“And I’m a trauma surgeon because of the curse, Snow you’re a teacher even though it was a curse it created a version of us, a true version of us with all the training and skills," Regina watched you a grateful look in her eyes, “All I’m saying is that we give her a chance, I can set her up to assist Dr. Whale and keep him in check while I’m out and I can have Blue and the other fairies or nuns, whatever, check-in and help with outpatient care.”

Everyone exchanged looks and Regina mouthed a thank you, they then agreed that you were right and that’s the plan they’d go with. You discussed a few more minor things and then decided that it was time for everybody to go home after a long day, you stayed in the conference room until everyone was gone and then retreated to your office. You have an office at the hospital but it's in a secure part due to dealing with patients and HIPAA info so days like this Regina converted one of the old conference rooms into an office for you. It wasn't as big but she made sure to have the comfiest chairs and couches, it was decorated very modernly like her office with contrasts of vibrant forest green instead of the complete black and white, she had your favorite flowers on the desk, orange hibiscus flowers with a towering monstera plant in the corner both enchanted to never die. You had couches and chairs with a large rug on one side like her office and you had a bookshelf wall and a built-in mini-bar that quickly turned alcohol-free when you found out about the pregnancy, there was also a portion that pushed into a secret room like her vault allowing you to keep sensitive information. She wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, in your office and that it could be an escape for you considering what you did on a daily basis and the fact that she got to be closer to you during the workday, able to visit whenever and for whatever she wanted.

You finished some reports for the day and made your way down the hall to her office, you knocked and heard her call for you to come in. You walked in and before you could shut the door you felt arms wrap try and wrap around your waist but instead your bump blocked the little arms.

"Y/N!!!" you reached down and ruffled Henry's hair, and then ran a hand on his back looking up to make eye contact with Regina, she watched the interaction and her heart swelled, Henry loved you but he didn't take the idea of a third mom the easiest at first. Now don't get me wrong he was great and excited about a sibling but he had a hard time, with the whole new mom thing, he never called you mom he always said his mom's wife or your name, and he also wouldn't ever come to you either he went to Regina or right to Emma one time he even went to Snow before you knew. You wanted nothing more than to let him trust you so ever since the wedding you've been earning his trust, so it meant the world to Regina to see him so excited to see you and she knew it meant the world to you.

"Hey buddy, you have a good day?" you glanced down at him as he looked up at you.

"Yea we had a field trip today and then David offereed to take me to the stables to go riding."

"Oh really?" you smirked, looking back up to Regina as she just shook her head. "Well, then does my brave knight need me to drop him off?"

He laughed, "No, he's here, I just wanted to come in and see you before I went over, so I made him stop."

"Well in that case have fun, be safe, and take some pictures so I can brag to the nurses at work." you leaned down and kissed his hair as he hugged you tighter, he then ran back out of the office, but before the door closed you heard him yell back, "Bye, Moms!" You tuned looking at Regina, she got up walking over to you, a tear rolled down you face and she swiped it away letting her hand linger on your cheek and you leaned into the touch, she had her other hand holding yours running her fingers over your wedding ring.

"He really does love you." her coffee-brown orbs looked into your emerald green ones, as more tears ran down your face for her to swipe away.

You laughed, "God these pregnancy hormones are killing me."

“Darling, I…”, all the sudden you heard a crash outside, Regina turned and moved to the window. You held her hand in both of your as she reached to move the curtain.

“What the he…” that’s when she heard the moving of a cloud of smoke behind her and no longer felt the warmth of you hand, she spun on her heels and spotted the figure across the room.

“Mother? What’re you doing here?”

“Ahh sweet girl I’m here for you.”

“Where’s Y/N, What did you do with her?”

“You mean that peasant you call a wife,” she laughed at her daughter in front of her waving her off, “she’s in a safe place or at least it’s safe for a normal person, but not sure about her and the bastard child of yours.”

“No Mother that’s my wife and my baby, biologically both me and Y/N. She has more heart and passion and power then you’ll ever know and she loves me, truly loves me and Henry and I’ve never doubted her for a day, I LOVE her.”

“Oh darling you just live the idea of her.” Regina was done talking she whirled a fire ball, grabbing the spare dagger from the sheath attached under the desk, courtesy of you, and whirled it in that direction. She watched as smoke cleared and the dagger was no where to be found she prayed that she at least stunned her mother.

———time jump———

You were slumped forward and felt the restraints digging into your wrist and ankles as they were tied to the legs of the wooden chair. You were quickly jolted awake by Cora grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. Ugh, she let out a disgusted sigh and shoved you face away turning back, you watched as she walked out of the room into a smaller side room, looking around you realized you were in an older cabin, wait this was the cabin that’s hidden in the woods the enchanted cabin that… you heard heels coming towards you and turned your head, Maleficent and Cora both stood looking at you. Maleficent knelt down in front of you studying your features, she stared at your bump deciding whether or not to touch, as if it wasn’t real, you thrashed in the seat and she looked into your eyes, she ran a hand over your bump feeling your baby move.

“Cora, this is not the way to do this.” Maleficent spoke out but kept eyes trained on you as you gave her the smallest most gently terrified look you could.

“I decide how I do things, you’re just here for support on getting her back.”

“But her wife and unborn child?” Maleficent stood going to Cora.

“If they’re gone nothing will ever stop her from going back to dark and staying there.”

You started yelling into the gag and thrashing in the seat. Cora moved over to you and you felt as she slapped your face the sting of her fingers meeting your skin and the ringing in your ear her ring sliced into the skin of your cheek and you felt the blood run down, you knew you would have a black eye. She then grabbed the gag sliding it from your mouth.

“I swear if you lay a finger on Regina or my baby… so help me God.”

“Oh darling, I see why my daughter loves you.”

“My WIFE will be here before you know it and when she gets here nothing will stop her or me from destroying you!” You yelled at the woman in front of you. She bent down getting in your face, “nothing will stop me from getting my daughter back.”

“She’s not your little play toy anymore.” Again you felt a slap this time blood ran from you lip. You looked up and saw a shadow go by the window, Cora walked back over to Maleficent and retreated into the other room as you sat there hearing them argue. You watched as the shadows moved towards the door and then the door cracked, revealing Snow and Regina was right behind she pushed past the other woman and rushed to you, she ran her fingers over the cut on your lip.

“God what did she do to you?” Regina undid the restraints pulling you up into a hug.

“I’m okay…” you trailed, she pulled back placing a hand on your bump and running it over your large 8 month swollen stomach, “the baby too, we’re both okay.”

“Regina!” Snow yelled before being thrown against the wall by Cora, she used her body to shield you from her mother, taking her stand.

“My brave girl, protecting the mother of her child, but I ask who protects you, who truly keeps you from falling back into darkness.”

“I do.” You spoke up moving to stand next to her. Cora laughed out loud and Maleficent moved to check on Snow who was waking up, “Maleficent, what’re you doing?”

“This is wrong Cora.”

“And who are you to decide what is right and wrong, you destroyed villages and kingdoms with a single breath during your dragon days.”

“Mother my reign of terror and bloodshed is over, I’m never turning back.”

“Oh shut up stupid girl, I’ll show you terror.” She flicked her wrist and you felt a pain rip through your abdomen, it was so hard it brought you to your knees and you reached grabbing Regina’s arm as she turned to you.

“Oh God… Oh God the baby.” You let out a moan as tears started to fall, you felt the pain coming and going in waves, you looked down and saw a small stream of blood running down your leg.

“Mother, Stop!” Regina shouted and you watched as her magic collided with her mothers. You fell forward now on hands and knees as another pain tore through your body, you felt hands come around your sides and Snow tried getting you up.

“We need to get you out of here,” she let you lean into her and tried guiding you out the door. You reached a hand down brining it up coated in blood, again wincing in pain.

“But…but Regina,” you stuttered out in pain, letting out another moan. Maleficent placed a hand on your shoulder rubbing your arm as you tried breathing through it, “Let me save her for once you get out of here and get help before we have an injured Regina and a premature baby on our hands.” You looked into her eyes and saw she genuinely wanted to help, you slowly shook your head in agreement.

“Please get her back to me, please.”

She shook her head not breaking eye contact, “I promise, on my life.” Snow quickly turned taking you to the car as Maleficent threw her the keys,”I need to call Zelena we need to get you to the hospital.”

“No…” you struggled through another contraction.

“Y/N you’re in premature labor, there’s to much blood.”she tried reasoning with you.

“Snow if you take me all the way there…” you stopped breathing through another searing pain, letting out a low groan. “If we wait this baby won’t make it…God Snow… I won’t make it.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Okay just hold on.” You felt the car lurch forward as she pressed the gas harder.

She quickly rushed you back to the loft and called Emma filling her in, she reached over reassuring you again as you tried breathing in the passenger seat every wave coming stronger and faster. Once in the loft you were laid on Snow and David’s bed, Zelena and Emma quickly ran in the door, Zelena made her way to you. Seeing the blood on your thighs staining the white sheets red as you white knuckled the blankets, Snow brushing the sweat coated hair out of your face.

“What happened?”

“I…” you moaned, quickly being cut off by another pain.

“It was Cora she cast a spell and quick flick of her wrist and then Y/N was bent over in pain and the bleeding started.” She started to explain.

“Oh please don’t let her miscarry.” Snow said worrying.

“Don’t let me lose this baby.” You spoke out through another sharp pain.

“Labor?” Asked Emma looking to a very concentrated Zelena.

“Sort of, by the looks and sound of it mommy dearest used a pregnancy acceleration spell, if done right can work for mother and baby but if done wrong can cause a lot of problems.” Zelena explained, she lifted you shirt and felt your stomach pressing down in a few spots and releasing pressure as she felt the muscles tighten.

“Can you reverse if?” Snow asked concerned.

“I can I need to do it fast, and it will hurt like hell.”

“Will the baby be okay?”

“Y/N but you…” Snow started.

“Will the baby make it?!”

“Yes. I’m not sure the toll it will take on your body.” Zelena explained.

“I don’t care about me, you save this baby, whatever it takes you save my baby, our baby.” She slowly shook her head as you laid back against the pillows, Snow held your hand tightly understanding what could happen, Emma quickly gathered supplies and then came around to your other side, you felt Zelena swirl her hands on your bump, positioning them, you breathed through another pain.

“5 count?” She asked.

“Surprise me.” You let out a nervous breath as she nodded.

“Okay, 1…2…3…” she started before 5 not giving you much time to adjust, the last thing you heard was a bloodcurdling scream, realized it was you and then everything went black.

——— time jump———

You felt lips on your forehead and a hand holding yours, you felt tears as they landed on your hair. Slowly blinking open your eyes you realized it was your wife, she looked unscathed from events earlier. You quickly shot up on your elbows allowing the blanket to fall away revealing your bump, Regina was sitting next to the bed and laid an arm across you lap as you scooted up against the pillows resting her hand on your bump. You let out a small moan feeling the soreness in your muscles.

“Hey,” she spoke gently.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You slid your hand onto her cheek watching her eyes, she leaned into your hand.

“Well Zelena told me what happened, she told me though that you blacked out during the reversal spell.” She avoided the question.

“What happened with your mom?”

“Cora, I don’t consider her family after she went after you like that, Maleficent helped me and she pushed her back through a portal, she fell through with her though, I owe her my life.”

“Me too, how long was I out.”

“Two days, everyone has been asking about you.”

“Mmm, where’s Henry?” You rubbed at your eyes.

“With Emma and Snow and David they went out. Y/N I almost lost you, my love I’m so so sorry.” You watched as tears started to fall and you placed your hand back on her cheek, wiping tears with your thumb, she embraced the touch. You both let tears fall for a moment before she leaned forwards placing a kiss to your lips and then allowing you to lay your forehead against hers, “Y/N I will always fight for you, until I draw my last breath, I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to watch our family grow and I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“Regina Mills you make me the happiest woman alive, don’t for a minute think that I’ll ever leave you, I love you, besides the ring is already on so it’s going to take a lot more than that to scare me away.” You both chuckled.

Zelena walked down the stairs and turned coming up to you and sitting at the edge of the bed, “So mama, looks like everything went okay, you’re gonna be sore for a little while, and as of yesterday you are officially on bedrest aside from coming in to visit.”

“Thank you Z, for everything.” You gave her a gentle smile.

“Don’t mention it just promise me that you’ll rest up and come back to show me the ropes before you have my niece or nephew.” She winked, patting your leg.

You heard the lock click and watched as the door swung open at first everyone moved in slowly until they saw you, they stood shocked until Henry came running around the corner and jumped on the bed hugging around your neck the best he could with your bump in the way. Zelena took her leave joining the others in the kitchen.

“Mama I thought I lost you!” You hugged him with one arm as tears rolled down your cheeks, Henry has never actually addressed you as mom before. You felt as Regina squeezed your hand and gave you a look, you closed you eyes living in the moment.

“Henry, love you’ll never lose me, I love you little man.” He wouldn’t let go of your neck and then you realized that he was crying, Regina reached around rubbing his back, “Baby it’s okay.” She reassured him.

“I…I…I just thought I lost you, I can…can’t lose both my m…moms, or my little sister I can’t wait to meet he…her” He said through sobs. You both smiled gently at him as he clung around your neck.

“Henry love what if you got a little brother?” Regina asked gently.

“No, I think it’s a girl.”

“Oh okay.” She chuckled looking at you as you held him and rubbed his back.

“I’d say someone agrees with that.” You let out a smirk, Regina looked at you hopeful.

“Really?” You nodded and she moved her hand down feeling as your baby kicked, a tear rolled down her cheek and she leaned up to kiss you.

“I wanna feel.” Henry said turning his head and placing a hand near Regina’s feeling the baby move. He let out a toothy grin making you both laugh at your sons reaction.

He pulled away but only to curl into your side holding Regina’s hand that was spread across your bump, he started talking to the baby, you sat there content knowing that no matter what you were all loved and that you finally had the family you always dreamed of.

[mikuluvu]

heh... since you did mechanic anya.. can you do actuary daisuke (both from the same au).. tee he.. tysm..

A/n: nice toes, anyways, English isnt my first mother tongue (🇵🇭🇵🇭) sooo, i dont know if you meant both anti tulpar anya and daisuke in this scenario 🥹🥹 haha....

Anti tulpar Daisuke x Reader

Warning: Psychological Themes, Yandere Undertones and Emotional Manipulation

You didn’t know when you first noticed the shift. At first, Daisuke had been warm—a little clumsy, when you met him... Then something… snapped. The Daisuke you once knew was gone.

“Y/N…”

You froze. That voice—low, smooth, and dripping with something sinister—. Turning slowly, you met his gaze. His pink hibiscus button up shirt was stained.

“You’ve been avoiding me again.”

You swallowed thickly, clutching the wrench in your hand tighter. “You don’t scare me, Daisuke.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the cold metal wall, arms crossing over his chest. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s the problem. You should be scared.”

He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, slowly, his shoes tapping softly with every step. Your breath hitched as he closed the distance, his taller frame looming over you.

“What do you want from me?” you whispered.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, but him just standing infront of you made your body freeze.

“Want?” He tilted his head, his smirk fading into something… softer, almost melancholic. “What I want, Y/N, is something I can't have. Not anymore.”

Your brows furrowed, confusion clouding your fear. “What are you talking about?”

.

“Run along now, sweetheart. I’ll be checking up on Curly... I'll se you later"

He turned and turned into the corridor. Leaving you.

But even as you tried to steady your breathing, your heart ached.

A/n: Im sorry if it was short lmao.

Thank you for reading! Reblog w/comments are appreciated! Support me by donating me one dolla dolla through my ko-fi

[floppydiskettess]

Hi! I’d like to request a Hyde x reader for Coffee Talk please. It can be about anything! Thank you!

MY FIRST COFFEE TALK REQUEST EEE!!! I TOTALLY THOUGHT THIS FANDOM WAS LIKE NON EXISTANT DHDHDNSNSN. PLEASE ENJOY !!!!

also im super duper sorry for not uploading lately, my motivation has been low and im kinda insecure ab my writing rn so im hesitant to post djdjsdn

CONFESSIONS AND FIRST DATES (Hyde coffee talk)

it was a typical day in your cafe, silver and amanda had just left to prepare for their upcoming trip they planned. you were really happy for them truly, but you would miss silver's presence.

lost in thought, you suddenly notice a pale slim finger tapping the counter. you look up to see the gothic model that you have grown to become fond of throughout the time of his visits.

"mr. hyde! sorry about that, i zoned out. what is new with you?"

he smirks and rests his face in his hands. "hm. i noticed. not much is new with me though, but are you alright? hope i wasn't i interupting anything important" he said with a chuckle.

you blush awkwardly at that. hoping he hadn't been waiting for you to refocus on real life for too long. he was quite stand-off ish and wary when you had first met but after the few months you have known him he has warmed up to you. he is a special customer to you. (but don't tell freya that.)

"no..sorry, i was just reflecting on some stuff. anyhow enough about me, would you fancy a drink?"

you could see his smirk grow a bit wider through his hands before he put his hands down and picked up his phone. "just my usual, you remember it right?"

you nod and he smiles once again before typing on his phone. you quickly busy yourself with his drink. you gently cut the ginger into fine slices before mixing into the sweet hibiscus mix. you pour it into a freshly cleaned cup before turning around. you notice that he was staring attently as you made his drink. you smiled at him before placing it on the counter for him.

"here you go, one zobo."

he gently picks up the cup before taking a sip, letting the flavour of the drink sink in. he hums before speaking again.

"good girl. i am a little suprised you remembered" he says with a smirk

you blush at the nickname before shooting back with a coy smile "how could i forget my favourite customers drink? it's not like you don't spend a lot of time here afterall. i can't tell if you come for the drinks or to visit me." you tease back at him.

for the first time, you notice a pale yet subtle blush spread across his face. his complexion quickly turning a light crimson. but before you can mention it however he nervously coughs and takes another sip of his drink. you make sure to store that memory to tease him about later..

he quickly busies himself doing something with his phone, seemingly typing agressivly to someone. he seems to have no more interest in speaking so you turn around to busy yourself with some leftover dishes from some earlier customers.

after about 5 minutes, you dry your hands and turn around to check on your customer. you are met with his gaze staring deeply at you as if he was long in thought. you feel a little nervous under his glare but you try to disregard it but when you go to retrieve the now finished drink you gently graze your hand on his. this seems to snap his out of it as he quickly looks up at you standing above him. you look down at him as you both just stare at eachother as if you were both scared to move.

from this view, you can see the makeup adorning his face. the concealer he had on under his eyes slightly fading so you could catch just a glimpse of his tired eyes. his skin looked incredible as if he keeps good care of it, you always wished you had effortless skin like his. as your eyes move over his face his blush gets deeper and deeper, but you assume by now your own face was bright red as well. you could just barely hear the quick and soft breaths coming from him, you were quite thankful nobody else was here right now as it would be quite the sight to see. the soft music in the background completely tuned out as you just focus on him.

you quickly realize how close and awkward it was, so you shakingly begin to pull away from him. before you can move far though you feel a warm hand grabbing your apron. you notice how he is no longer sitting and is pressed against the countertop standing so he can reach you. you feel yourself get pulled back before feeling a gentle warmth touch your cheek.

oh shit, he just kissed your cheek

you immediately lose all composure accepting that it is much to difficult to act unaffected by this.

you softly whisper his name in suprise as you look at the ground as if avoiding his gaze. his grip on you softens as he shakingly lets you go.

"i..i am so sorry. i had better leave...thank you for the drink." he stutters out nervously as he quickly gathers his belongings. you stare at him in awe of what had just happened.

before he can leave however you reach out and grab onto his dress shirt, he turns around startled.

"...can i at least get your number..? incase you ever want to talk outside of the cafe you know?"

he looks suprised but he nods as he writes down his own number on a peice of paper.

"here. this is my personal phone...sometime we should go out for food, if you want to of course." he says calmly with a soft smile that is rare to see

you nod and smile back at him "i would love that..have a good rest of your night Hyde."

he relaxes and smiles back at you before walking out of the cafe.when the room was empty, you slumped down onto one of the benches and softly laughed. looking forward to your next encounter with the mysterious vampire. you save his number and send a quick hello text.

soon after, your phone softly beeps.

a/n: hi djsjsjjdjsjs im sorry this is si bad...like i said im really not happy with my writing lately it has been very bad and cringe. im not doing to great so it has been super hard to work on the requests.

[lucky38-2077]

OC Interview: Vincent Ibarra & Naota Vasile

Tagged by @dreamskug It was really fun to do this and thank you for tagging!🖤🖤

NICKNAME

V: Most people call me V. Some people I've known since I was little still call me kid, but I guess I'm not a kid anymore, am I? Naota: My family and friends often call me Nao.

GENDER

V: Male. Naota: I am a demiguy.

STAR SIGNS

V: Don't know my exact birth date but I heard it was middle of December. So the thing with the archer? Sagutti...something. Naota: It's Sagittarius, V. (yeah that it!) Mine is Capricorn.

HEIGHTS

V: Why do people even care about the height? I don't know, haven't checked since teenager. Naota: I'm about 5′ 7″ and V is a little taller than me. I think... he could be around 5′ 9″. V: WOW. I'm learning about myself here.

ORIENTATION

V: I like men. Naota: I... I think the closest one should be Pansexual. Do you have preference? If you don't mind talking about. Naota: I really don't know, and it doesn't matter to me anymore.

NATIONALITY / ETHNICITY

V: Nobody knows who my parents were at all. Valentino is my thing. Naota: My father was Italian and mother was Japanese. I feel close to both. V, have you ever tried to look for your biological parents? V: Nah, have my family already. I've got old man Padre and Mama Welles. But don't you even think about a thing between them. They are good friends, nothing more.

FAVE FRUIT & FAVE SEASON

V: Green grapes and lemons. Well I don't enjoy eating lemons, but love lemonade. Naota: It's hard to choose... apples, oranges, cherries... V: And season? Summer. Not because of the weather, because I can play in water a lot. Naota: I like winter. I feel cold easily but it's still my favorite. Warm clothes, soft blankets and hot... Wait we have another question for that, please save it! Naota: Oh.

FAVE FLOWER

V: Not really interested in, but red or yellow ones are pretty. Naota: I do love flowers. Peony and hibiscus are my favorite. V: Don't forget a desert rose, D-rose. Desert rose- Adenium? Is there a story about it? I'd like to hear. Naota: Um... my partner gave it to me as a gift before. I still have the pot and it means a lot to me. And D-rose? V: The whole family calls him D-rose because of it. (Looking at Naota) You're blushed, amigo. Naota: ....

FAVE SCENT

V: Hmm never really thought about that. I think my man uses kinda perfume. No clue what it is, but he smells good. Naota: Fresh ones such as herbs. I like the smell of flowers, too.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE

V: Soda. But coffee is also good. Naota: Hot chocolate... oh this is why you stopped me earlier. Yes, I like winter and I like hot chocolate.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP

V: 6 or 7? I'm not a morning dude so probably wake up later than most people. Naota: I used to have a sleeping problem but it's getting better. V: Thanks to the biiiiig cuddly teddy bear. I have some plushies on my bed too. How big is it? Naota: No! It's... not... a plush. Let's move on.

DOG OR CAT PERSON

V: I like both, but with my baby Nibbles I'm currently a cat person. Naota: I've been always fond of cats.

DREAM TRIP

V: I want to go to the most beautiful, clean beaches in the world, not ones that are full of trash. Not sure if there is any left. Naota: I haven't thought about it. But with my family now, wherever will be great.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER

V: Rocky Balboa. If you want to talk about this with me, we should make another schedule. Naota: Unico. He's a baby unicorn who has a power making people happy. He's also very cute.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH

V: Do you need more than one?? Naota: Yes, V. I usually have two blankets, more in winter. V: What? I mean. WHY? Naota: It's warm, comfortable... V: Man. I don't get it.

RANDOM FACT

V: I can hold my breath pretty long in water. Without any gear or cyberware. My record is 6 minutes 28 sec. Naota: That's amazing, V. Indeed. Do you train for it? V: Maybe a little? Think I was born with it. I just feel comfortable in water. How about you? Naota: I can't think of anything... I'll pass. OH.

I think most of people I know have already been tagged, but if there's anyone interested please go ahead!🤗

And this is Unico Naota mentioned, in case anyone was wondering. The idea just came up with when I saw the question. It was pure coincidence Naota has pink hair like Unico and I like it🤣

[marthashlyn3]

1. 🔗vis vèrsa✨

[tahyal]

Hey Tahyal! I hope all is well.

I have a lot of bloating going on right now. It seems to happen a lot before my cycle. Any recommendations?

Hello!

So from a purely physical perspective :

Are you eliminating properly ? (Do you go everyday?) - If not, focus on having regular bowel movements everyday and the bloating could subside just with that. Some things you can do for that are : Move everyday (could be gentle movements such as yoga, pilates, or even just walking), Drink enough water for your body weight, Eat more protein, as well as fiber to facilitate estrogen detox and to flush things out, and check your stomach acid levels, if they’re low you might want to try digestive bitters to facilitate the digestion process (Organic Olivia has a nice one in spray format).

I also recommend checking if you’re not magnesium deficient, as this mineral plays an important role in digestion, and in our body in general. Most people are deficient in Magnesium. If you do choose to supplement with it, I recommend the sunwarrior brand, its liquid and quite bitter, but its the best one ive tried composition wise!

Aside from that, here are some herbal teas that can help with bloating : Ginger & Mint, Dandelion root, Spearmint or Peppermint, Rose petal & Hibiscus.

Deep belly breathing exercises, Belly massages, and Foot massages to stimulate MMC (migrating motor complex) can all be great additions to your routine 🫶🏽.

Now from an emotional / mental perspective :

Bloating can occur when we are resisting something, bottling up emotions, or experiencing fear or anxiety. It’s our body’s way of trying to get our attention, urging us to get out of our heads and into our bodies, our emotions : to feel instead of analyze or strategize.

You might greatly benefit from journaling (no filter, write everything that comes up or that has been on your mind), mindfulness (sit with yourself and feel what comes up, do not resist, do not analyze, simply be present with yourself), Prayer (casting the burden on a Power Higher than you is liberating, knowing that you are ultimately seen and taken care of, regardless of what the circumstances are currently looking like).

If you’re up to do a bit of reading, I highly recommend these books : The emotion code by Dr Bradley Nelson, and Your body’s telling you : love yourself by Lise Bourbeau.

Check out Kori Meloy’s instagram as well, she has a plethora of information about women’s health.

Hope you feel well soon 🤍

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 002

cw. [NSFT][MDNI], generally mild and suggestive at best but adding the cw just to be safe

this record involves @spirit-lanterns’s incredible casino AU and @e-hibiscus’s bunny oc misha! they’re both amazing creators 100% worth checking out!

“You know, I’ve heard about you,” Fafnir hums, trailing a hand down Misha’s thigh as the bunny perches on her lap. The dragoness's touch is warm, even through the expensive leather of her gloves.

“Yeah?” she responds breathily, placing her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady herself. Fafnir’s abdomen is firm under her hands, and she actively has to tamp down the urge to pop those buttons off right here and now to see what lay beneath.

“Yeah,” Fafnir croons, the hand on her thigh coming to rest at Misha’s hip. Her grip is firm, possessive, keeping her decidedly in place on her lap—and it sends an electric thrill shooting up Misha’s spine. “I heard that you’re an odd little bunny—that you like to watch your patrons lose instead of win.”

A giggle escapes her lips at the (entirely true) accusation. “Ah, well—you got me.”

“Hm,” the dragoness hums, and something shifts in her eyes. They go from glittery gold, the kind befitting jewelry, to molten pools swirling with dangerous, devouring heat. Fafnir leans forward, close enough to whisper right into one of Misha’s ears, sharp teeth grazing the pink fluff.

“So you think I’m going to lose, little rabbit?”

Her heart thunders in her chest, and she swallows. Her veins feel alight with excitement, and her arms wander up to loop around the dragoness’s neck. Fafnir is so close now, and Misha can feel the wisps of heat emanating through that dark, sinfully well-tailored and form-fitting suit of hers.

“Maybe your luck will run out this time,” she challenges, and it pulls a low, hissing laugh from Fafnir while the dragoness's hand cards through her pretty, pink hair.

“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Fafnir muses, pulling back to casually lean in her chair again, as if she wasn’t betting millions on the Blackjack game before her. Those golden eyes were fixed on her and her only—it shouldn’t be as fucking thrilling as it is, but Misha’s blood sings nonetheless.

“Let’s make a bet, little rabbit,” Fafnir offers, her tail curling on the floor, scales shimmering like jewels in the low light. “If and when I win, I get to have you as my reward.”

“Wow, confident. And if you lose?”

The grip on her hip tightens by a fraction, before it relaxes again. Misha has spent long enough in a casino to recognize a tell when she sees one. It seems the dragoness does not take the concept of losing easily. “If I lose, I’ll give you anything you desire that is within my reach.”

“Anything?” she asks, a devious little smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That’s dangerous, wouldn’t you say?”

"Indeed it is," Fafnir chuckles, a low rumble deep in her throat. When she breathes out, the column of her throat emits a light, orange glow, like the color of magma. The glow pulses in tune with each beat of Fafnir's heart, slow and steady. “But you like playing with fire, don’t you?”

“Guess I do," she shrugs with a smirk that's more teeth than anything, and the adrenaline coursing through her system feels like liquid fucking fire. Who even needs to hit the bottle anymore when she's got this? Fafnir meets her intensity in equal measure, true fangs glinting as her lips peel backwards in something between a sneer and a snarl.

“So do we have a deal, little rabbit?”

The dragoness's gaze is deep, dark and vast—both a warning and an invitation. Something buried in her subconscious screams at her, a bone-deep instinct, a prey response ingrained into the molecules of her being. It tells her to run before she gets devoured.

Too bad she's never been the type to listen.

“Deal.”

It's like the atmosphere shifts, the temperature of the room turning up a notch. The other players at the table squirm nervously in their seats—some tug at their collars, while others unbutton their store-bought suits. Fafnir holds her close as she leans forward, territorial, possessive, a draconic grin nearly splitting her face in two. When she speaks, the words engulf every other player at the table like a pyroclastic flow—scorching and inescapable and damning.

"How about we have some real fun, hm?"

In the end Fafnir wins just as she had promised, and Misha has never taken a patron to the private rooms quicker.

(She'll have to do a lot of explaining for the number of bite marks along her skin on tomorrow's shift, but that's a problem for future Misha. Current Misha is much too preoccupied to care.)

Linking OC sheets here: - Misha, @/e-hibiscus's OC - Fafnir, my OC

[eljeebee]

Perlas stood at the back of her hut. She breathed in the ocean air. "I can hear you sing...why do you keep calling me, Great Ocean?"

The wind whooshed. The waters gently waved, as if beckoning her to come, come child.

She stood there for a moment.

The waves were bigger now. It seemed like it was saying hurry, hurry child, come, come!

She dove.

As soon as her legs turned into tail, she floated there for a moment. Her eyes found the starry sky. Something feels different.

The waves pushed her gently away from her hut, as if telling her, move, child, move.

The waters were calling her for her safety. So she followed.

Tonight, she'll sleep in the deeper parts of the Sulani Ocean. It's been awhile anyway. If it meant that it'll soothe the waters from its worry for her.

And as she swam away from Lani St. Taz, a mist appeared on Hibiscus Hut's deck.

And suddenly, a pale woman appeared.

A creature of the night.

She looked around, then shook her head. "You have been lucky so far, Perlas of St. Taz," she clicked her tongue, checking her nails, "The ocean protects you from me."

Stepping forward, she regarded the waters of Sulani with disdain.

"And you have been so selfish," she spat, her spit dropping on the ocean, "I only wanted to ask your Pearl anything she knows about the Vampire Overlord."

As if on cue, her senses were flooded with fishy smell.

"Eugh," she growled, "you think the smell of a rotten fish would keep me away from you, ocean? The weredogs have the worst smell."

Hissing, she vanished once again, before reappearing at the front of the hut.

The vampire took a deep breath. Her search is hampered.

"He had gathered friends in every corner of the world. Not all though," she scoffed, "the werewolves still despise us."

"I do not know why," she gazed up at the starry sky. "Is he planning to dominate the world? Ha, and here I thought he's done with domination."

Sucking her teeth, she frowned, "But why gather friends?"

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[xwonderfuldeath]

o| Misunderstanding : 11 |o.

Warnings : This contain some toxic behaviors depiction.

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His lighter in one hand, a pack of cigarettes in the other, Kim Namjoon glared darkly at the building in front of him.

He’d received a strange call, about something he hadn’t fully understood—his caller, male or female, had gone to great lengths to disguise their voice. Unfortunately for him, by the time he figured out where they were calling from, he was already late. Again.

A deep, desperate sigh escaped his lips as he nonchalantly pushed open the scorched door with his foot.

The building was nothing but ashes and charred remains now. Yet, strangely, there wasn’t that all-too-familiar stench of burnt flesh—the sickening smell of roasted pork he hated so much.

A noise behind him didn’t even make him flinch as he finally lit his cigarette, taking a deep drag—he desperately needed the nicotine. His eyes turned to face the newcomer behind him: Hoseok, with his usual smirk and sparkling eyes. Just thinking about his snarky remarks was already giving Namjoon a headache.

“—I’ve seen a lot of shit in our time. But this? This takes the cake. You sure you didn’t piss someone off? - No one comes to mind. Did you manage to decode it?” - Decode what? The message? Nothing. We’ll find jack shit. And to think I invested half a million in this place.”

Hoseok kicked the charred debris at his feet. Money wasn’t exactly a problem, but Namjoon knew him well enough to understand how much he cared about the buildings he invested in—they were sort of like his long-term babies. So this? This was a personal insult.

They kept walking, not really expecting to find anything solid. The fire had likely wiped out all traces that could’ve led them somewhere.

The walls were coal black, even the stonework had suffered. It would take a long time to rebuild. Again.

And though money wasn’t an issue, Namjoon was slowly growing tired of this constant, senseless war.

“—There’s something here.”

Another kick—this time aimed at what used to be the director’s desk—sent it crashing to the ground. Namjoon watched Hoseok curse under his breath.

On the wall, barely visible at first glance, was the same thing again. The drawing was less subtle than the previous ones, more clearly painted on the wall. The color and smell left little to the imagination:

Blood had been used to paint a hibiscus flower. A spider web spread in the background, with a blood-soaked butterfly at the center—a subtle but unmistakable threat. Beneath it, the name of the criminal group: 재된 난초 ("The Orchid That Turned to Ash").

They had been dancing around each other for a while now—a few fires had disrupted their business, but nothing too serious until today. Just neighborly squabbles. This time, though, they’d hit hard—destroying one of their main buildings.

Namjoon finally dropped his cigarette onto the charred floor and turned on his heel. He’d seen enough.

“—What do we do now? - Nothing. We know nothing about them, even though they clearly know a lot about us. Any news on the pink Jeep? - Nothing. Haven’t seen it since I moved. - And Heisukei, what did he want? - Nothing important. Just some small talk. He has a shipment headed to the port next month—he’s giving it to us in exchange for a few favors. Yoongi’s handling it. - Perfect. Stay alert—I don’t think this is the end of it. Move the girls to the lesser-known locations and put our men on high alert.” - Got it.”

With one last kick under Namjoon’s questioning gaze, Hoseok left the room and stepped back outside, leaving Namjoon alone. There wasn’t much left to do, so he stepped out into the freezing air, his eyes drifting to the thick snow clouds above.

In the end, his instinct took him to the café—more precisely, to check on Seokjin.

Behind the glass, he could see the place buzzing like a beehive. Now that winter had truly arrived and the holidays were fast approaching, the café was packed.

They still had to finalize the publicity plans for the new café opening right at Christmas—just a month away. It was the perfect excuse to step inside.

The young woman behind the counter glanced at him curiously, her hair dyed festive green and red, sprinkled with glitter. Choi-Mi didn’t even wait for him to speak before turning toward the kitchen.

“—Boss! Your favorite pain in the ass is here! - Coming!”

The nickname made him frown, but he let it slide this time.

Instead, he watched Seokjin step out from the back, flour covering his clothes, a ridiculous elf hat on his head—causing Namjoon to raise an eyebrow. It wasn’t even carnival season, as far as he knew.

“—You look ridiculous. - I’ll take that as a compliment. What can I do for you? We didn’t have an appointment. - True, but you didn’t give me any updates, so I came to get them myself.”

Seokjin nodded slowly and motioned for him to follow upstairs.

Namjoon had never gone beyond the main seating area before. He didn’t even know the café had an upper level, let alone that it led to a small open lounge. A terrace stood proudly behind a large bay window, hidden by the sign outside—probably to give the café staff some privacy.

Seokjin gestured for him to take a seat in the office, decorated with two large couches facing each other and a laptop on the table. Namjoon didn’t hesitate, eyes wandering around curiously before settling back on Seokjin, who was already bent over his laptop, typing rapidly.

“—So, you want to use Jimin, from what I understand? Why not. Do you already have a track ready? - I was thinking of something Christmassy—maybe traditional carols? Or even a Christmas-style rap? - That could work. With Jimin, the theme could be cleverly handled. When can we hit the studio? - Don’t trust me?” - How could I, when you paid ten times more than me to cancel my old contract?”

That hit home.

Seokjin was smarter than Namjoon had given him credit for. He bit his lower lip, a mocking smirk playing on his face. Come to think of it, they weren’t the same kids they used to be. Seokjin had grown up more than he realized.

Namjoon slowly leaned back against the couch, locking eyes with Jin before speaking again.

“—It wasn’t very fair, I’ll admit. But you didn’t even ask me for help. I had no other choice. - You could’ve just asked me. I don’t bite, as far as I know. - I’ll keep that in mind next time. You really are impossible to hide anything from.”

Seokjin gave him a small smile and sank more comfortably into the couch.

It felt good to reconnect, even just a little. But a gap still lingered between them. Jin would rather have his tongue ripped out than fall back into Namjoon’s arms that easily a second time.

Time stretched enough for the project to be finalized and a date set.

When Namjoon finally left the café, Seokjin watched him go, a strange smile on his lips and his phone in hand, fingers typing fast.

The sheep is in the abyss. Time to move on to phase two.