#in which you learn that i am intimidated by flowers

[yuyu1024]

Escape

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst, mention of food/eating, cursing, sensual touching, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, lies, kink, unprotected sex, Smoking, jealousy, insecurity, mention of weight&food/eating, oral (m/f receiving), mention of blood/violence

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 5.8k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: continuation of Prisoner.

I hope this is a good part 2. 🙏🏻 took me a while coz idk if i should or not. 😅 sorry guys.

(This may continue a bit more...? But please be patient 🙏🏻 as I do have work & usually I try to write before i sleep but lately i've beeen so tired and drained that I cant even function 😅)

***

Another day, another event to go to. You are wearing your best 'pretend' smile. The smile you have practiced for months, to be your default expression whenever you meet anyone in any formal event. It's not that your trying to be fake. You just want to represent your husband the best that you can. And being a shy person, this is what you can do to help yourself.

Although, you wish, that even just one time, Yoongi would show up to these events with you.

At the first month of your marriage, he did. He did that to introduce you to everybody. You could still remember how you two were holding hands and always together. Those were the days when you have spent so much time with him.

But... Now, it's just always you. Alone. Amongst everyone in the whole place, you are the only one who always arrives with no partner.

"Excuse me?"

You twirl around and find the prettiest girl you think you have ever seen in your life. She looks like a goddess.

"Ahm, yes?" Your voice sounded so weak. You haven't said a word in the last hour.

"You are the only one wearing a corsage with a hint of lilac flowers in it... I'm guessing... you are Yoongi's wife?" She asks

"Ah, yes. I am." You look down at the flower pinned on your chest

She's smiling at you. She looks sort of happy to see you. "Finally... I've met you."

You haven't said a word. You are not sure how to approach this. You have no idea who she is and why is she approaching you. Plus, You are sort of intimidated by her. She is a beautiful, a sophisticated woman. She have this energy from her that says she is different than anyone else. You could feel your difference with her. Though you are covered with all highend brands of clothing and accessories. You can still see it.

"Oh, sorry... if I'm invading your personal time..." she says, "I am a friend of Yoongi... well... an old friend... from University" she explains. "Sarang."

"Oh." You smile and bow. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N... I'm sorry... I've not met any of his friends yet so...I didn't know..."

"It's fine. I understand."

She looks like she came from a regal family, the same level as Yoongi. Also, her beauty.... takes your breathe away. She remind you of how you reacted the first time you saw Yoongi. In awe.

"Thank you for coming here also..." she says as she walks you around the gallery. "I hope you find something to your liking here that... would be a part of your home or either a gift to anyone you love."

As you two talk more, you learned that she's the one that threw this charity event. She gathered all these arts from known artists, to auction. She says that 100% of the earnings from it will go to the children's hospital that she have been donating ever since.

You have just met her and you are already at amazed by her. Not by just her prominent looks but also the way she talks and speaks her mind is very inspiring and uplifting. Because of her words you find it easy buying two items in the collection. You know all of the money will go and be used for something good.

You chose the items, the two that caught your attention the moment you entered the gallery. Both are paintings of a beautiful flowerfield which reminds you of your past. The field where you would always go with your friends and have picnic during summer break.

Such beautiful memory that you wish you could've not taken for granted. You wish you could re-live those moments again. And the paintings, those paintings you chose might go well in your own study room.

"It's nice meeting you..." she says, cutting you from reminiscencing your past

"Thank you too for inviting us.. though... my husband couldn't come..."

She smiles, lips pressed together. "He hasn't changed at all. Not very social and just focused on just working..."

Hmm.. The way she talks, the way she describes your husband is very detailed. She seem to know him pretty well. 'They are friends' you say to yourself but then at the back of your mind, a thought, just a tiny thought about him and her, is peaking through.

'Is she an ex of his?'

'If not an ex... probably... someone who liked him?'

I know, this is no place nor time to think about these but you can't help it.

Look at her and then you look at yourself. You two are totally opposites. From status to looks. And probably from personaly to intelligence. She is more than you. She is perfect. You think that he and Yoongi might or will get along more than you and him.

"Ahm... I ahm..." you start to feel uncomfortable with all of your self pity thoughts. You need to get a hold of yourself. "Sorry... I'll... I'll just go to the bar and have some drink..." you say as you clutch on to your dress.

"Oh. Okay." Sarang says. "You want me to accompany you...?"

You shake your head, "No... thank you... don't mind me... please go ahead and tour the rest of the guest." You say pointing at the newly arrived guests.

You turn around immediately before she could response again.

This is weird. You're not sure why you suddenly have the urge to drink. Even though you don't drink. Also because, you can't. Literally, can't.

You only drink red wine when you are offered to drink, by Yoongi of course. It's only when he asks you to join him during nights when he needs company or if you two are to discuss things about the family.

You don't drink also because you are a lightweight. You get tipsy and red easily. One time when you had more than three glasses of red with your husband, you instantly changed personality. You have no idea how and what changed besides the stories that your maid said the day after which were embarassing.

You have no recollection of anything besides the fact that you were on the sofa, inside Yoongi's home office, butt naked and only have Yoongi's blazer on you.

"Mrs. Min, what can I get you?" The cute guy behind the bar asks as you reach your destination.

"How... do you know who I am?"

He smiles, "We had the lists of the guests coming tonight... with photos." He pours water into a glass

"With details...? who can and cannot drink... I suppose?"

He nods. "Your husband noted... to not serve any alcohol to you Miss."

"Even... I want to? Or... pay?"

"I'm sorry Miss..." he says, "If you like we can offer you our non-alcohol champagne?"

You sigh heavily. You badly want to drink. Even just one glass to calm yourself. But...you can't. Yoongi have rules and you cannot avoid and disobey them.

He does give you the freedom to do whatever you want but when it comes to what not to do or what he likes, he have a handful.

1. Don't cut your hair short

2. Don't drink when he's not present nor ordered by him

3. Don't leave the house without atleast one body guard

4. Don't wear perfume (he gets dizzy)

5. Use the safeword during sex

And etc.

The rules are quite simple. Nothing to weird nor to hard to follow. It's just you compromising. And also, you do have a hard time saying no to Him.

"Thanks." You mumble, sighing as you take the glass of water and walk away from the bar.

After figuring out you can't drink to calm yourself, you decide to just go somewhere outside, away from the crowd and peaceful to get fresh air. Lucky you, you found an exit that leads you to the garden.

As time have gone by, you're not sure how long have you been there, staring at the fountain, the flowers and even starring down at your feet every now and then. You thought being out here will leave your head empty. Not worrying about anything. But then you'd catch yourself pouting and comparing yourself to all the ladies you have seen in the event, especially the last person you have talked to.

Your self pity and low self-esteem is thriving today than usual. Is it the lack of sleep? Or because of the one guy from earlier giving you a judging look that made you regret wearing the dress you picked? What happened?

These thoughts are not very helpful. Especially lately, well probably more on daily basis, you do wonder why Yoongi chose you. To marry.

They've said, more particularly his parents said, that he didn't like the ones they suggested for him; so he decided to pick you. To marry you instead of those women who is on the same level as him or close to his family's wealth.

Odd isn't it? Why would someone like him, an elite bachelor, pick a girl from a lower class family to marry? What did he see in you? What made him randomly pick you? You are not special, inexperience about life and not alluring as the other girls in his world. What did he saw? How did he even saw you? You were sure you two never met before. So did he hire someone to find a daughter from a poor family or what?

Instead of clearing your mind, you suddenly had these outburst of questions.

"What are you doing here?"

Your eyes widens after hearing a familiar voice. You didn't dare to speak. You just slowly turn your upper body around to see him, walking slowly towards you.

He's wearing a tuxedo. His hair is slightly slicked back and his scar. His beautiful scar. It's him.

You can't believe what you are seeing. He's really here. Why? He's been away for a week because of work and when did he came back?

"Y-yoongi..." you mumble, standing up

"I asked you..." he says as he stands right in front of you. Then you see his eyes darts down at your glass of water, sitting beside you. "Your bodyguard said... you asked for a drink." He looks back at you, his expression is so serious.

"I ahm... sorry..." you lower your gaze.

"You know... you can't drink."

"I'm sorry..." you whisper softly

"Let her have fun." A woman's voice says. "She just wants to have a glass of wine. It won't hurt."

Slowly raising your eyes, you see her, Sarang, standing from afar from you and Yoongi.

Her stance at this moment is unidentical to her persona earlier. It feels like she is a completely different person, though her appearance is the same. Something shifted.

"She did an amazing job.. representing you earlier." She adds

Your eyes then goes to Yoongi. You want to see his reaction to the angelic woman speaking. You are curious. No one talks to him directly like that, blunt and straight forward, even you.

Sarang is brave to talk casually to him.

"Ready the car..." Yoongi finally speaks after a monent of silence. Ordering one of his men to move.

That was it?

"I'll return the items. Keep the money. I don't care." He says while he's looking at you, straight into your eyes. Though you know, even his eyes are on you, he's not actually speaking to you.

"Yoongi le---" she tries to speak again but he didn't allowed it.

Yoongi just slightly turned his head to give her a side eye. He is not pleased. "My wife and I are leaving..." and then takes your hand to hold onto. "Let's go home..." he says that only you can hear.

"Ahm...ahh... okay." You say, lost by the sudden fierceness from him

***

"Get in." He orders you

Carefully climbing in the car, you move to the other side making sure there is a space betweem you two.

"Home please." Yoongi says to his driver as he shuts the door.

"Sir." The man answers, nodding and then pushes a button that closes the opening between the driver to the passenger seat of the car.

We are now isolated.

He looks so tired. Looks like he just came back and went straight to event to pick you up.

"I have my driver with me... you could've rested at home." You say

He sighs and closes his eyes. "I'm fine."

Did he purposely pick you up because he wants to see you? Did he missed you while he was away for a week?

Your mind is filled with questions and curiosity but you cannot dream of these questions to be real. You have to remember, he just married you because he have no other choice. There is no love in between you two. You are married by paper only that is worth a lot of money. Everything you are doing for him is to repay all of his kindness to you and your family.

This is all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy.

"Come closer..." he softly says. His eyes are still shut but his arm is arching, gesturing for me to take place in then. "Y/n..." he opens his eyes, calling my name. You scoot over his side. He immediately puts his arm around you, making sure you are close. "You're shaking..." he utters as he goes back to closing his eyes, resting his head back. "You're almost naked with that dress of yours..."

"Sorry..." you say looking down at your knotted fingers. "I thought it will look good....that's why I wore it."

He sighs. "You do look good..." then he shifts in his position and makes sure you're looking back at him. Then he starts leans in, to kiss you.

"Wait..."

He pauses, confused by your reaction. You have never denied his kiss before.

"I'm sorry..."

"What for?" He asks

"Well..." you look to the front, where the driver is. "Do we just kiss or..." you whisper

Yoongi didn't expect your question which made him smile. "It depends." He is looking straight into your eyes, your face are just inches away.

"He might hear us..." you whisper

"I don't fucking care." He moves forward and finally catches your lips.

***

After travelling for almost half an hour, you finally reach home.

"Welcome home, Miss..." The maid greets the second you slide out of the car. she then sees Yoongi, coming out from the other side of the car. "Master!" She bows again. "Welcome..."

They are suprised to see him. They didn't expect him to arrive with you. Looks like none of them knew he went to pick you up.

"Do we have anything to eat?" You softly ask the maid, then you realized that it's already late and that they have to rest too. "Oh... Sorry... never mind... you may go and rest." You give her a faint smile.

Then slowly walking towards the elevator, you could see your husband's reflection through the glass doors. He is busy already with his phone.

"Y/n..."

You glance up, peaking through the reflection. He is walking towards you. So you wirl around and waited for him to stand in front of you.

"Ask your assistant to remove all charities or event under the Lee's tomorrow. Even parties." He says as he undo his bow tie. "And... to not accept any invitation from them...again"

"Why?"

He didn't answer. No answer means he's serious.

"Okay..." You just answer before turning your back at him again.

Thinking about what you are in his world is heart breaking in a way. You are nothing but someone he owns. You just go with the flow of his world.

Yes you do had an idea what you've signed up for but its still shocking nonetheless how everything is unfolding and is doing.

"Aren't you getting in?"

You look up and see that he is in the elevator already, waiting.

"S-sorry..." you say before entering. You try your best to not make eye contact with him.

After both of you settled in, the maid follows and taps on level 3. That is where both your rooms are.

Oddly, Yoongi taps on the Upper ground after her. "Can you please cook something light before you leave? My wife needs to eat." He orders

"Yes, Master." She answers just in time when the elevator stops on UG.

"We'll both be down after we shower and get rested a bit."

"Understood, Master." She exists the elevator, bows and immediately walks off.

'My wife'. It is the second time he said that today. He never says that.

"Don't skip meals." He mumbles as the door closes

You didn't answer. You didn't mean to skip a meal or two today. And maybe a few days before too. You were nervous. One main reason is the dress you're wearing right now is very revealing. A satin black backless maxi dress. You wanted be perfect in the dress thats why, even though you know it's not achievable.

*pings*

The elevator door opens on level 3. You step out and about to turn to your wing when you hear him call your name again.

"Where are you going?" He asks

"T-to my room..." you sound so weak, "To shower..."

"Shower here." He says, suggesting the shower in his wing. Meaning in his room. Meaning his bathroom.

"Hmm?" You are lost in translation. Why is he asking you to shower there all of a sudden.

"To my room." And then he undo the first two buttons of his shirt.

"W-what? Why?"

He didn't say another word. He just continued to walk off towards his room leaving you.

"W-wait..." You take two steps forward but then stops.

"Y/N...." you hear the heels of his shoes stop hitting the marbled floor. His back is facing you. "I said, shower here. I didn't ask you to decide." he then turns around and you see his white top basically open now. "Will you go and shower with me or do you want me to peel that dress off you and carry you to my room?"

Flusttered by his remark, you just released an unsolicited shaky breathing. "Ahm... yes... I'm... I'm coming..."

***

[Flashback to Yoongi's side]

(Earlier... as soon as Yoongi arrived at the charity event)

Some of the people in the event went silent for a few seconds the moment they saw you enter the building. They all didn't expect you to show up since your wife was already present. But of course, they still greeted you with a smile and tried to make small talks. They want to be on your good side. They know what you are capable off. What power you hold in this world.

However, you don't care about these fuckers. You dropped by because you received a call from your wife's bodyguard that Y/N is not looking okay.

"Where is she?" You ask the man standing behind you.

"She just left the bar, Sir. And went out to the garden." He reply.

"I see."

One step, you just took one step and somebody already stands in your way to your wife.

"Look who's here."

"Sarang." You say her name, bitterly. You are not expecting her to be here.

"You have been ignoring my invites for quite some time now... I thought, helping others is one of your goals in life that's why you work 24/7?"

"I thought this event was by the Lee's?" You hiss at your male assistant.

"It is, Sir. By--"

"Lee Do-Hyun..." she cuts off the assistant. "My husband..." she proudly says. "Aww.. That kind a... hurts my feelings...that... you have no idea I got married..."

"I don't keep tab on people who's not important to me."

She scoffs but she sounded a bit insulted and her ego got hurt. But she's good at pretending that it didn't bothered her. "You say that now...but a few years ago... I was your muse..." she tries to move closer to you but your body guards stands in between quickly.

"Was." You look away from her and try to search for your wife through the window not far away from where you stand. "My mistake for socializing to a liar, back stabbing... leech like you." You say, then giving her a side eye. "I wish your husband good fortune... or that he loves spoiling you... or esle... he'll found out his wife's true color..."

You're about to walk away, again, but this bitch still wants to talk to you.

"You think... she'll not get tired of you? Of you controlling her? Especially getting married with you... with no love at all?" She snorts a laugh again. "Or maybe... she will not..." she mumbles under her breathe, "Now... It figures... why you picked someone from a low class family... someone with no choice but to stay with you because her family needs your money. I see..." she laughs again, "poor girl... if I were her, I would milk you all of your money so it will be worth it... after all she married a controlling, dominant, and a freaky person like you."

You know Y/N is not like her. She is a nice person. She's not into money like this bitch is. However, you do think about how Y/N thinks about you and her marriage to you.

You admit that you are very controlling when it comes to her. It is one of your negative trait that you cannot put away. It comes natural with you because of the life you have been brought up and your business. You want things to happen in your way and you are also possessive. You do try to controll it when it comes to her but you are not sure if you are doing it right.

Well how could you know, you never talk about it. Even with your wife. You never asked about her feelings and opinions.

"Watch your mouth." You mumble. "You might think you know me from the years we've been together. But you haven't seen half of what I can and would do... if anyone picks a fight with me.." you glare at her. "Consider this a warning."

[End of flashback from Yoongi's side]

*************

"Miss..."

Slowly opening your eyes, your eyes carefully adjusted to the light. You could see the ray of sunshine peaking through your dark thick curtains.

"Miss..."

You turn your head to the side and see your maid bowing.

"It's noon Miss..."

"Oh."

It has been a quite a few days now, since you start waking up this late. You are usually up early. You are a morning person. You also do jogs or walks around the property and sometimes go to the home gym to move, always. But something shifted in your routines.

You are tired, less motivated and no will to get up your bed.

"I think we need to call the family doctor now, Miss." The maid suggested. "You've lost a bit of weight and you look pale."

"I'm fine." You say as you push your duvet off your body and slide down off your bed. "I'll take a quick bath..." you mumble

"Understood." She is ready to come along with you.

"No... I'm fine... I'll just go alone... just prepare food for me please."

"But... Miss..." she usually prepares your bath and always stays with you there. After the little accident you had a year ago when you first experience a hot bath on the tub. You fainted because you fell asleep. Too much enjoyment and you forgot it is not good to stay long in there.

"I'll be fine." You smile and requested for her to leave

"Okay Miss... but... I will be back after half an hour to check."

"Sure."

You slept last night, wearing your silk robe and your fancy cream nightgown, his favorite. You were expecting Yoongi to come home last night as per usual schedule. But he didn't. He didn't even informed the staff that he'll not be home for a longer period.

What happened? You don't know.

The last time you talked to him was the night he asked you to come to his room and shower with him.

Everything that night was magical. For you atleast. But then you ruined it.

When you both entered his dark room, he immediately clung onto you. He held you like everything depends on it. It was more intemate and hungry than the usual and you liked it for some reason. After all the self doubt and insecurity you felt in the party, the intemacy made you feel more than what you feel.

And when he peeled off your dress from your body, you didn't expected him to go down on his knees and lick your soul out of your body. His tongue did more than you know he could do. It brought you to another level of high. And you didn't know you could screech like an animal because of it. He really made sure you are on cloud nine or even beyond that.

"Fuck me... please..." you begged him after you knees weakened and fall down the floor where he is.

"No." He said. He was sturn. "No request for tonight." He said and then he positioned you underneath him where he could properly see you crumble because of him.

"Y-yoongi... please.... I need... I want to come..." you begged

He brought you to cloud nine but then hold onto your pearls when you were about to orgasm.

"I'm punishing you right now..." he said as he lowers down and starts to run his tongue from your chest up. "Next time... don't wear any sort of revealing clothes...when I'm not around.. do you understand that Y/N?"

"Y-yes..."

"Another rule to add... are you okay with that?" He hummed the last words on your ears before he let both his hands squeeze your breast. "Answer me..."

"I don't... mind..." you were squearming underneath him. He was playing your nipples then. "I... I don't mind... Yoongi..." you repeated, pleading.

His punishment continued for another few minutes. It was too much. You were struggling catching your bliss but he's playing you. However, you are patient. You know his kinks and you know what he wants and so you do whatever and accept whatever. Coz you know it is from him.

"Scream my name." He grunted as he pounds you with no mercy.

You were holding on to his massive bookshelf on the wall, your legs were lifted and hanging over his forearm whilst he was thrusting deep in you. You were getting hurt from your back hitting the shelves but it didn't matter. You don't know why but for some reason you can endure everything just for Yoongi. Even pain.

"Nnggghhaaa..." you threw your arms around his neck as he went faster. "Please!" You cry on his neck. "Aaaahhh!!" You screamed the orgasm you have been keeping for a while. You felt relieved and content.

And as you two were catching your breath. You uttered words that surprised the both of you. You said 'I love you' to Yoongi.

It should not be a surprise. You two are married right. However since yours are different from others, those words were never said or mentioned ever after the wedding. It is like a forebidden phrase though there are no rule about it. It's like an unspoken deal that no one says those words since THIS.. YOU TWO... is just a fantasy. You two got together with no love. It is not real. You are just one of his property.

And so, after that night. That magical night for you ended up into this cold, quiet and empty prison. Again. You are back to nothing.

You thought you are on a journey escaping that confinement. You thought that something is going to change. You thought... that you were wrong about him. But who are you kidding? You were just having sex like you used to. It is nothing special. It is the same crap. So you saying you love him is... worthless.

"Did I even mean it?" You ask yourself as you lay down in your hot bath. "I said it... after sex.." you are trying to understand how those words slipped out of your lips. If it all just happened because of such high from the sex.

You can clearly remember how you said it. You paused, looked into his eyes and carefully said it. You know you said it with the intent for him to hear it but when you saw his reaction. It made you realize what a big mistake it was.

"Am I having feelings for him?" You mumble as you lower yourself more into the water. "I should not right?"

You know the answer to your own quesion. Look at him even ignoring you for almost two weeks now. Who are you even kidding thinking it will have an effect on him?

After the 'I love you' incident, He eat dinners without you or he let you eat first before he comes out of his home office. And then when he leaves, he does not inform you now. You just get the news of him flying off somewhere from your maid. Even his men are being cautious with you. He must've ordered them to be distant but at the same time protect you.

How funny that these are his responses to you. You know you deserve it but you're a little bit hurt, your not going to lie.

"Who am I for him to love?" You sigh. "Maybe... I should just prepare myself for the ending of this fantasy..."

*********

"Master." The maids bows as they suddenly sees Yoongi enter the main entrance while they are all cleaning.

Yoongi have not been home for a while. He has been... busy.

"Give them all my clothes." He says to his right hand man. "Sorry if it's quite a lot today." He then says to the maids as he removes his black coat revealing his white button up shirt, stained with blood. A lot of it. No one reacted to the visual that is shown. All the staff are used to it. They know how his world is.

"Where is she?" He asks as he loosen up his tie

All the maids in the corredor suddenly turn heads to the youngest one at the end of the line. She is Y/N personal maid.

"Master." She steps forwards and bows again. "Miss is in her bath."

Yoongi frowns. "Alone?"

"Ahm..." she suddenly stutters. "Sorry, Master! She... Miss wanted to... alone... but I told her after half an hour I will go back."

"How long has she been there?" He then throws his tie on the ground.

"Twenty."

"Okay." He takes a deep breathe and tries to collect himself. "Just go and be on standby in her room. She can't stay any longer."

"Okay, Master." She bows again and briskfully walk back to Y/N wing.

"Are you not going to... visit her Sir?" His male right hand asks. "She have been messaging you since..." he pauses for a bit. "And calling too."

He didn't answer. "Ready my bath please." He orders and just continue walking his way to his room.

"Understood." The man replies

"She can't see me like this." Yoongi mumbles as he walks

"I see..." his right hand man smiles at his master's response.

"Why are you smiling?" Yoongi asks, one eyebrow up.

"Nothing, Sir."

"Just spit it out."

The right man, Mr. Kim have been Yoongi's right hand man ever since he was in his teens. Mr. Kim saw him grew up and be the man that he is now. And for sure, if something changed he would be the first one to notice

And now, the tiny changes in Yoongi's mood and decisions, He might not know or see it but it is obvious for Mr. Kim. He knows it is something about his wife.

"2nd week of your marriage, Sir. She saw you coming home with a bloody lip and injured knuckles. You said you don't give a damn if she sees you looking like a murderer."

"So? What's your point?"

"It's just lately...."

Yoongi pauses and turns around to see Mr. Kim, wearing a smile.

"What are you implying? Just... say it."

Mr. Kim bows and says, "Nothing Sir."

"Hmmm..." rolling his eyes, he continued to walk.

*****

"Miss..." your personal maid rushes in your room, "Master have return." She says.

To her suprise, she sees you standing in the middle of the room, wearing your bathrobe and a towel in your hair already.

You take a deep breathe, not letting your eyes look away from the view you are seeing from your window, a clear blue sky.

"Miss.. shall I prepare your clothes?"

You close your eyes and then removed the towel wrapped around your long hair. "Please..." you softly answer

"What do you prefer to wear today, Miss?" She asks she she begins to walk towards your walk in closet.

"A black dress..." you say as you follow along. "Maybe the one with the longer sleeves."

She nods and then continues to search for the dresses you have that matches your description while you on the other hand looks at yourself in the full length mirror while you undress from your robe.

You stare at your body and see how you thin you are. Not super thin but thinner than what you used to.

It's your own fault. You have been skipping meals when you are stressed and it's not good.

"Miss?" She then lays three dresses on the sofa in the middle, for your choices.

"The middle one." You says.

You then open the drawer for your undies to grab a black lace matching underwear.

"Ahm, Miss...?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to eat with Master, in the dinning today?"

"Hmm... what did he say?"

"Nothing. He just asked me to stay with you when I told him you are in your bath."

"Did he say if he wants to see me?"

The maid didn't answer.

"I guess not." You scoff as you getting into the dress. "Just bring my food in my study room. I'll eat there while I do some reading."

"Understood." She bows and exists the room.

"I'm not gonna wait for him anymore." You say to yourself while looking onto the mirror. "If he's going to avoid me or ignore me... then... that's what I'll do as well..."

Starring once again at yourself on the mirror, you look at your face and then your eyes goes down to your belly.

"I have to learn to go on with my life... with or without him..." you mumble. "I should start to escape this fantasy... a dream that maybe the 'us' will be something."

Part 3 - Twilight

[richardsgraysons]

lazy sundays

prompt — your fiancé, dick grayson, is the love of your life. was. you think he’s dead, but in reality, he’s out there as a spyral agent. meanwhile, you start appreciating the little things more.

tags — reader got out of an ED, mental health issues. angst and comfort, dick grayson x fem!reader. sfw

jason todd was the one who was attracted to you first. he saw you at a wayne gala and thought you were the love of his life. he asked you out, and you immediately said yes, intimidated by the fact that a wayne was the one who noticed you.

dick didn’t even notice you, which you didn’t mind too much. jason was all that you needed. he was kind and funny but he had this really annoying behavior where he would scream at you in fights. like, scream. one night, things got heated and he left into the night, leaving you behind to go outside, no doubt to clear his mind.

you decided to take care of yourself and make it up to him, so, you had finished his laundry. when putting his clothes away, you noticed a very red helmet with another suit with keys in them. you would’ve thought that it was a cute cosplay prop if the keys didn’t open up a drawer with all sorts of guns in the bottom drawer.

you would’ve freaked out if the radio next to his guns didn’t just go static with —“fuck—nightwing here—wounded on fifth—.” and your blood went cold. jason todd? knew who nightwing was?

you didn’t even think about it, think if it was a trap. you took the radio and drove where nightwing said he was injured. nobody responded and you were praying that he was alive.

and that was when dick grayson, really, really saw you. saw your perseverance, your stubborn nature and how you always looked to the brighter sides of things even when he was stabbed in several places with a split rib and a gash to his head.

you were not a doctor, god no, you were in the beginning of your master’s degree, but with strength that rivaled a mother whose child was underneath a car, you managed to pick him up and put him in your car.

“so jason told you who I am? the little shit. he was supposed to talk to bruce before he revealed our identities. that’s what I get for having a love struck brother, huh?”

you stopped halfway and then looked at him in shock, your mouth open in a slight ‘o’. and he realized that you didn’t know, that your boyfriend of seven months was hiding things from you.

“just take me to bruce’s. say you know, and say I need help.” you let out a groan at it and press on the gas.

jason wasn’t to be found for the next few days. dick was though.

when he recovered and appeared at your doorstep with flowers and a sheepish smile, a cast and a boyish smile that felt like infidelity, your face flushed and you took them happily.

“thanks for saving me,” he said, and leaned against the doorway. unlike jason, his mannerisms and way of acting came easy, smoother, a better flow. and you fell so bad just thinking that. “may I come in?”

and against your better judgment, you stepped side. “mi casa es tu casa.”

his eyes twinkled at that. “tu casa es muy hermosa,” he said. “como el tuyo.”

“you know spanish?”

“I know mandarin, spanish, french, romansh, german, portuguese, hindi, japanese, and arabic. well, learning. dami’s teaching me that one.”

your jaw drops. “I just know english, my mother tongue, and high school spanish.”

“still better than 90% of america.”

that was how it started—he met you every so often, taking coffee out, mini golfing, kayaking, while jason grew ever so distant in the corner. you couldn’t blame jason for it, either. it wasn’t like you were making much of an effort to revive the relationship.

but everything changed that one night when jason asked you to go to a wayne gala with him. out of all his siblings, he had chosen the short straw this time. you said no—you didn’t want to go to another one of them and get hounded by paparazzi at this point.

and jason was fine with that. it wasn’t like he particularly liked going to galas anyways, so he understood your denial. until an hour later when on instagram in one of the more popular news sites, a viral photo of you and dick hugging in the rain together and staring at each other after getting a hole in one in a really hard mini golfing course started circling around.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? are you fucking him? don’t even answer that, I can tell. and even if you aren’t, I know you want to.”

“no, jason, what the fuck is wrong with you? I haven’t done anything with dick, nor do I want to. we’re friends.”

“you don’t underhand, y/n. I’m gonna be the guy that the papers make fun of once you leave me for him. so I’ll do what you don’t have the guts to. we’re done.”

your world didn’t shatter because of that, surprisingly. he moved out of your apartment. you watched gilmore girls reruns. you ate a lot of food. some cried tears, but nothing much. until one day, dick appeared at your door out of the blue.

"dick?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at him with an unsure look in your eye. "what are you doing here?" you were wearing your sweats with a dumbed down look in your eye that clearly stated you didn't know what the hell was happening.

"i'm in love with you. i'm sorry—but i can't stop thinking about you. your laugh is infectious and when you smile it's like a cloudy sky just turns back to sunshine—"

you stepped forward and kissed him. you thought the tabloids were full of shit, but you knew that they were right about this one thing.

after two years of dating, he had done a vigilante trip to india to track down some passages. while he was there, he went and bought a shiny ring. you'd marry him with paper rings. he planned a view of a skyline and it went perfectly, thank god.

but he died. he died and now you're sitting here in the apartment, staring at a photo of the two of you. you miss everything about him. the way he'd subtly add more food to your plate when you were having your ED. when he held you throughout the night after a panic attack even though he had patrol that day. when. he defended you from the paparazzi, when he screamed at jason right back when jason found out that you and dick were dating.

don't tell me you're staring at that damned photo. - tim

you look at your phone and sigh before closing down your phone. tim wouldn't understand. he wouldn't get it. how could he? it wasn't like he lost the love of his life. he was a robin. he knew loss. you didn't. he also lost his brother, you remind yourself, and that just makes it all worse.

you grab the photo and curl up in a ball in fetal position. you miss lazy sunday afternoons when you've eaten too much and that food is resting in your stomach. your head would be in your fiancé's lap and his hands would be in your hair and the minute he would move his hands from your hair or your back, you'd wake up, your body discomforted by the lack of touch. that's my superpower, you'd joke.

no, he'd respond. your superpower is being the most amazing and talented woman i have ever had the pleasure of meeting. i would do anything for you. your beauty rivals the stars in the night sky. i love you like how the moon loves the earth.

at the single thought of it, you curl up and sob, the tears racking down as you clench the photos to your heart. five months and thirteen days and you are not a single second away from properly healing. you'll never love again. you know that for a fact.

it's ten in the night when you wake up, and the couch is stained with tears. haley is right beside you, looking sad and sullen. she misses her best friend too, but she always hates it when her other best friend is crying.

"i haven't fed you? fuck," you swear before standing up. everything hurts. your heart feels too heavy. there's cuts on your wrists. you stare at them, the red from the blood dried up.

he also stares at them too. he vows that he's coming back no matter what.

[socra-time]

Socra’s Naruto liveblog, Ep 51-60

Ep 51:

-I really like Team 10 actually

-Choji’s human ball attack looks so slow lmao, the animation probably doesn’t do it justice

-welp rip Choji

-I can’t really take Kabuto seriously, idk why but I think it’s because his character design is so… underwhelming? Like his outfit is lame-looking (yes, I know it’s because he’s a spy or whatever) and he lacks any kind of intimidating or mysterious aura

-I fully believe that Naruto would get stomped by any one of the others who made it to the third round (except Dosu and maaaaybe Shikamaru depending on how hard he tries. Oh and also Temari because from what I’ve seen so far, I don’t believe the writer would let Naruto lose to a girl). I already know Naruto beats Neji, but I’m expecting a MAJOR asspull for that to happen

-Naruto says that Gaara took down Lee “without breaking a sweat”, which is like objectively untrue. Gaara definitely broke a sweat. He literally broke his fucking FACE

-oh my fucking god Konohamaru’s trainer is back???? I thought he was a one-off character lol

Ep 52:

-Kakashi I love you but the bar for being a better teacher than you isn’t that high

-Ebisu’s pompous-ass voice is so funny, it kinda reminds me of James from Team Rocket

-also Ebisu’s explanation of Naruto’s lack of chakra control has made me wonder again how the fuck Naruto mastered Shadow Clone jutsu in the first place. Like I get that he has inhuman levels of chakra, but that doesn’t matter if he doesn’t properly know what to do with it, right?????

Ep 53:

-d-did Naruto just stick his fingers up Ebisu’s butt

-we stan Naruto calling Jiraiya out on his bullshit

-I do like Jiraiya’s voice tho

-rip Ebisu

-instead of making a hundred comments about Jiraiya’s perviness, I’m just gonna say this: ew.

-oh Naruto you sweet innocent child

-NEVERMIND JIRAIYA GOT WORSE EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

-I never want to see the fucking sexy jutsu ever again, Jesus fucking Christ

-so I realize that Naruto’s seal isn’t always visible, but how the hell did he never notice and question it before he was told about having the Nine Tails within him

Ep 54:

-oh Dosu is attacking Gaara? Yeah Dosu is about to die isn’t he

-Gaara’s voice is extra edgy in this episode lmao

-aaaaand Dosu is dead. Bro fucked around and found out

-I still can’t take Kabuto seriously as a villain

-damn shit is getting real

-I am so fucking uncomfy with these Jiraiya scenes

-Naruto summoning a tadpole was kinda funny ngl

Ep 55:

-literally all of Team 7 needs to go to mandatory therapy, INCLUDING Kakashi

-I love that Sakura is fully supportive of Lee after he defended her in the Forest of Death; her buying him a flower along with Sasuke was nice

-I’m not a fan of Ino’s bun

-Lee my poor sonnnnnn

-see Naruto and Jiraiya’s dynamic has funny moments sometimes but it’s hard to enjoy them with all the pervy shit thrown in

Ep 56:

-watching this is making me crave ramen

-Naruto going like 👉👈🥺 was really cute

-Jiraiya says that Naruto’s body is “too small a vessel” to contain the Nine Tails’s chakra, almost like they SHOULDN’T HAVE SEALED IT IN A FUCKING BABY

-I feel like we’re supposed to like the Hokage, which is making me doubt my distrust of him

Ep 57:

-I like the big toad’s voice

-ah yes gotta love having ninja child soldiers

-Naruto was gremlining so hard at the end of this episode lol

Ep 58:

-why is Gaara turning this episode into a whole-ass horror movie

-Naruto saying he has a demon inside him as a show of power while threatening GAARA of all people was pretty ironic

-Gaara really is just trauma dumping all over the place

-Naruto basically instantly recognizing the tragedy of Gaara’s situation speaks a lot to his empathy and was a surprisingly mature moment for him

Ep 59:

-I want ramen so baddddd

-I don’t know what Shikamaru’s mom looks like but her genes didn’t even try

-also shoutout to Ino’s dad and his slay-ass ponytail

-Naruto please learn some tact

-Akamaru continues to be the cutest little bean

-I feel like they only included the Konohamaru side quest to pad out this episode’s runtime

Ep 60:

-I’m glad that Kiba, Ino, and Sakura all don’t seem too bummed about the results of their preliminary matches

-welp Naruto is fucking pissed

-the Byakugan veins look so painful

-why doesn’t Naruto just summon the giant toad and make it squash Neji

-respectfully Naruto needs to learn another way of fighting besides just “spam clones”

[writermai05]

Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 2: Wasteland, Baby!

Summary: Y/n makes new friends, and Zuko….tries. 

Pairing: Zuko x fem! reader (Live Action or Animated) 

A/N: Not “this is me trying” starting to play as I was writing Zuko’s pov…Anyways, this is a long chapter, which is why it took me so long to write. I was struggling a bit, but I think it came out good! I would love any feedback / constructive criticism to help me improve on the story. 

Word Count: 1,897

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. Lots of divergence from the canon story lol. 

Warnings !: Zuko is insecure, Mentions of bullying, I think that’s it? 

Y/n was excited to start classes. After all, she was a social butterfly, floating around from person to person like flowers in a garden.  Her morning sociology class was pretty small for a lecture, but it was full of interesting new people. 

But there was one person who stood out to her most. A girl with jet black hair, held in a bun at the top of her head with a gold pin, and golden eyes with an intensity enough to make even the most powerful cower. She wore a bright red long sleeved top under a black tank top, with matching black pants and black leather boots. She stood strongly, and with perfect posture. But Y/n noticed how she stood off to the side of the room, all by herself. Maybe the girl was intentionally avoiding people? Y/n thought. Or maybe, the mere aura of this girl was strong enough to deter people away from her. Either way, Y/n was intrigued. 

As their classmates mingle about, asking the same two questions over and over again, Y/n quietly snuck next to the girl. She took notice of her height. If the girl’s hair was down, the two of them would be about the same height. Y/n quietly took in her presence in an attempt to learn more about her.

“Who are you?” The girl snapped, looking Y/n up and down, sizing her up. 

Y/n brushed off the hostile advance as if it were nothing.  “I’m Y/n. I’m a second year psychology major. And you?” 

The girl appeared a little surprised. Perhaps she was used to people being scared, or intimidated by her. 

“...Azula.” The girl replied. 

Y/n nodded. “Well Azula, what is your year and major?” 

“I’m a first year business administration major…”  Azula responded, clearly uninterested in the rest of the conversion. Y/n wasn’t an idiot. She could tell when people were not in the mood to converse. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Azula. If you actually feel like talking, I’ll be over there.” And with that, Y/n left, fluttering away to a brand new person on the other side of the lecture hall, leaving Azula thoroughly confused, and kind of impressed. 

~

When Katara and Y/n had lunch last friday, the younger girl had insisted that Y/n had lunch with her, Sokka, and their friends. To which Y/n happily accepted, of course. 

The dining hall buzzed with high spirits as students lined up to get their lunch. Looking out amongst the crowd, she spotted the group of friends, their laughter and their energetic conversations added to the noise within the room. 

Sokka was the first to spot her, “Y/n!” He said, bringing the girl to the group's attention. There were 5 of them at the table, an air-nomad boy sat next to Katara, and next to him sat a short girl in green, then Sokka, and another girl next to him. 

“You guys this is Y/n, my mentor for the scholarship program Sokka and I are a part of!” Katara took hold of Y/n’s arm, leading her to sit in between her and the taller girl. The girl in question smiled at y/n. 

“Nice to meet you y/n! I’m Suki-”

“My girlfriend!” Sokka cut her off in an excited tone. Suki narrowed her eyes at Sokka, making the boy reel it back a little. 

“Yes. I am indeed Sokka’s girlfriend. That’s Toph and Aang, Katara’s boyfriend.” Suki pointed at the short girl and the air-nomad boy. Aang smiled while Toph gave a little nod of her head. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys. Katara and Sokka talk about you a lot.” Y/n said with a smile. 

“So Y/n, what do you like to do?” Toph asked curiously, her unseeing eyes trailing around the area where y/n sat. 

“Well, I’m a psych major, and I minor in Water Tribe studies. I practice water-bending sometimes too..” Y/n trailed off. 

“You’re a water-bender? Why didn’t you mention it before?” asked Katara. 

Y/n Shrugged. “I’m not very good. Plus my parents are kinda…disconnected from that part of our culture.” 

The group nodded in sympathy. The rapid urbanization of their nations left no room for things like the practice of bending. Nowadays, only the rich, as well as some members of the Water Tribe, continue to teach their children bending. It was almost more common for people to not know bending than to know it.  

Amidst the clinking of utensils and the hum of conversation, the group of friends savored their lunch, grateful for the simple things. They rattled on about going to Toph’s Power Disc game next week, and watching Suki in the Kyoshi color guard. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n saw a certain cashier. She turned her head to look at him completely, which grabbed the attention of Katara. 

“Ugh. Zuko.” She said with a roll of her eyes. 

Y/n perked at the mention of his name. “You guys know him?” 

���Unfortunately, yes. Why do you ask? ” Katara stabbed into her food, causing Aang to put a hand on her shoulder, calming her down. 

“I met him at the Jasmine Dragon.” Y/n explained vaguely. Based on the reactions around the table, she knew she probably should not have asked about him.

“We went to high school together…He wasn’t the nicest back then.” Aang explained. 

Sokka scoffed at Aang’s passivity.

“He burnt Toph’s feet. He literally shoved you into a locker! That’s like, some shit you’d see in a mover!” Sokka exclaimed in an over the top fashion. 

Toph shrugged, “That was an accident. We were sparring in PE-”

“Toph, you’re a 5 foot tall blind girl-”

“Hey! I’m 5’1!” 

Aang tried his best to get his friends to settle down. 

“Okay that’s enough. Sokka, weren’t you and Zuko in the same class last year? He wasn’t mean to you then right?”

“Maybe because he was embarrassed from completely bombing his first year of classes-”

Aang’s eyes widened, “Katara!” 

“What? It’s true.” She said matter of factly. 

Suki was the one to get the group to settle down. 

“That’s enough you guys.” 

Now was probably an awful time for Y/n to mention Zuko was very nice when they had met the previous week. Instead, she opted to sit quietly, pondering all the information she had just learned. 

~

Zuko was mortified. 

Of course Y/n was friends with the people he tormented. Of course they had mattered to shoot down any chances of friendship between him and Y/n. Of course, he would never get a chance to finally make amends with Aang and his friends. He knew for a fact he had done this to himself, and yet he couldn’t help but immediately blame the circumstances that had followed him up until this point. 

As he walked into his next class, Zuko began to feel an unprompted sense of dread overwhelm him. 

Oh. That’s why. 

Low and behold, sitting right in front of him was the girl he had served at the boba shop mere days ago. The girl that had literally just listened to Aang and his friends completely dragged him about his past behavior. 

Y/n made eye contact with him, her eyes filling with warm recognition. She smiled at him, giving a small wave. Zuko quickly averted contact, sitting as far away as he could with the limited seats left in class. He tried his best to avoid catching her gaze, but it was useless, because she was staring at him now. Each time their eyes met each other's, Zuko's would dart to the floor, in an attempt to not feel the heavy weight of his past transgressions on his conscience.  

It worked for about 15 minutes, before the professor grouped everyone in the class up to talk. Of course, it was just his luck that his stupid professor would group Y/n and him as a pair. 

“Just talk with your partner a little about yourselves. I really encourage you to get to know one another, as you will be with these people for the rest of the year.” Their professor had said. 

Yeah, thanks. 

The tension between the two was palpable. Zuko refused to make conversation, simply nodding at everything that Y/n would tell him. He assumed it would be better if they kept the conversation minimal, maybe then she didn’t have to pretend to want to know more about him. 

However, Y/n was starting to get annoyed. What was going on? This is literally what she had wanted, and yet Zuko sat there, pretending to care about what she was saying. 

“What is your deal?” She asked bluntly, shocking Zuko, and even herself a little, with the brash tone she had taken up. 

“What is my deal? What is your deal?” he fired back, as if he were a child retorting to a schoolyard taunt. 

“Are you even paying attention to what I’m saying? If you don't want to talk, you should just say something. You don’t have to go the extra mile to ignore me for virtually no reason?’

“Why are you talking to me?” he spat back at her. 

Y/n looked at him with dismay. “Because I can? Do I need a reason?” 

“Well after the conversation you and your friends had at the dining hall, I figured there was no reason you’d want to.” Y/n noticed the way Zuko pulled back after he said that. He once again looked everywhere else but at her. 

“I’m sorry.” said Zuko. 

He knew this was a mistake. He should have never tried in the first place. Silence overtook the two of them for a minute. 

“Look, I don’t know what happened between all of you. But this is all new to me, and I don’t know how exactly to navigate this. I forgive you for being an asshole just now.” Y/n was being honest, but she couldn’t quite tell whether or not Zuko had understood. 

“Time’s up! Back to your seats.” Their professor proclaimed as the timer chirped a loud, annoying, song. 

Feeling like a kicked puppy, Zuko began to gather his things and return to his seat. But not before Y/n reached out and grabbed his wrist. 

“How about we sit next to each other on wednesday? We’ll talk more then?” She raised her eyebrows expectantly. 

Zuko was confused. Had she not realized just how fucked up of a person he is? Why isn’t she giving up?

“Okay…” he responded with a curt nod. 

She gave a gentle smile, nodding her own head. “Okay.” 

With that, she let go of his hand, letting Zuko walk away. He stared at the wrist that she had held onto. Her grasp was gentle, but unyielding and it had felt like a jolt of lightning against his scarred skin. 

Y/n had felt the roughness of his scarred skin underneath her fingertips, her eyes trailing Zuko as he walked away. She found herself even more curious about him than before. 

Within the wasteland of his mind, Zuko picked up the pieces of all his hopes and dreams, for maybe a secret oasis could finally be found in Y/n’s kindness. Maybe, his luck was beginning to change. 

[sissyisawitch]

Noctua...

Relationship: Ominis Gaunt & Noctua Gaunt

Summary: For his seventeenth birthday, Ominis receives a very unexpected present… A letter informing him that he has inherited his Aunt Noctua's house, and all the memories that go with it.

Word Count: ~2.5k

Author's Note: This one-shot was really important for me to write, so I really hope you'll like it!💚

Warnings: Remembrance of a lost one

Dear Mister Gaunt,

In the name of the Wizengamot, it is with great regret that I remind you of Noctua Gaunt’s passing.

I am writing to you as the executor of your aunt's will to inform you that, before her passing, she appointed you as the fortunate and only heir to her Gringotts vault, and house in Manor Cape. Now that you are of legal age, these assets rightfully belong to you.

To proceed with the official transfer of the property and funds, I will wait for you in Headmaster’s Black office on Monday morning, so that we can discuss the details and the steps to follow.

Best regards,

Ernest Hawkworth

It was the umpteenth time Ominis was rereading the bloody letter with the help of his wand. He had never expected to receive such a poisoned gift on his seventeenth birthday. "'Fortunate heir'"... What a ridiculous thing to read. Who in the world would be happy to learn that a member of their family had died? Someone cruel surely... Or simply anyone other than him in the Gaunt family. Any income was good news for them, whatever the context.

Ominis sighed dejectedly, and tucked the letter away in the inside pocket of his jacket. It was Monday morning. He had better get to Headmaster Black's office.

Mechanically, his feet carried him towards the Gargoyle Corridor, and led him up the stairs. He barely had time to knock on the wooden door before it flew open.

“Ah! Mr. Gaunt!” An unfamiliar man hurried to shake his hand enthusiastically. “I’m Ernest Hawkworth. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course…” Ominis answered idly. “Mr. Black is not with you?”

“No, no. He simply guided me here and left, claiming he had more important things to do, which I have no doubt he does.” Hawkworth explained with a wide genuine smile that could be heard in his voice.

“Typical Black…” Ominis muttered under his breath unintelligibly.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing.” The Slytherin student quickly replied, before changing the subject. “How did you want to proceed to the transaction, Mr Hawkworth?”

“Well, to start with, I need to show you your aunt's house.” Hawkworth suddenly looked embarrassed. “If you see no objection to… taking m-my arm, I'll apparate us to Manor Cape.”

Ominis knew that this abrupt stuttering had nothing to do with anything other than the fact that he was a Gaunt, a highly reputed family considered to be royalty by the other Purebloods. Hawkworth was probably intimidated by the idea that he was about to touch one of the Slytherin heirs.

Ominis did not bother to reply, restraining himself from rolling his eyes. He simply placed his hand on the man's arm as lightly as possible.

A second and a loud crack later, Ominis found himself in the middle of a radically different scenery.

The first thing he noticed was the melodious trill of birdsong. With each chirp and whistle, he felt a sense of tranquillity wash over him, as if the birds were welcoming him to the only place he had ever called home.

He looked up at the sky, taking a moment to savour the gentle breeze of the countryside brushing against his skin with a soft, comforting touch. It carried with it the faint scent of grass and flowers, a fragrant perfume that filled his senses and invigorated his spirit. Ominis inhaled deeply, taking in the earthy aroma of the land, feeling a deep connection to the natural world around him.

With each step he takes, the man becomes more attuned to the beauty of his surroundings, the sights, sounds, and scents of the countryside enveloping him in a sense of wonder and awe. In this tranquil moment, which awakened all the memories of the moments spent in the house that had enchanted his childhood.

“Well, here we are!” Hawkworth announced eagerly. “There are just a couple of things left to sort out. Don't worry, it won't take much longer.”

“That's all right…” Ominis automatically replied in a dreamy tone.

“First of all, here's the key to your aunt's Gringotts vault... which is now yours. All the arrangements have already been made with the goblins on your behalf.”

“Thank you.” Ominis placed the golden key in his pocket, taking no notice of it.

“And finally, you just need to sign this paper to finalise the inheritance.”

Ominis took the quill that Hawkworth handed him, and signed at the bottom of the parchment. Admittedly, Ominis could not write because of his deficiency (yes, he considered his blindness as such, just like the rest of his family had always done). As a result, he had always used a Quick-Quotes Quill, or asked someone else to write for him. However, once he was older and more mature, Ominis learnt to write his own signature by himself.

“Congratulations, Mr. Gaunt! You are now officially the owner of this delightful residence.” Hawkworth grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. He had found a brand-new sense of confidence, which even allowed him to pat Ominis on the shoulder. “May I take you back to the castle?”

“No, thank you. I'll stay here.” Ominis replied, taking a step back to put an end to this unwelcome contact.

He heard the man in front of him take in a sharp breath, “Very well, then. I won't keep you any longer. It was an honour to meet you, Mr. Gaunt.”

Ominis gently touched the stones of his aunt's house – which he still struggled to accept as now his own. Each stone, cold and ancient under his fingers, seemed to whisper anecdotes of the past, of days filled with laughter and the quiet hum of magic that once filled these rooms.

As he traced the rough texture, the ivy that climbed the walls reached out, tenderly tickling the back of his hand, as if nature itself was trying to comfort him, to bridge the gap between the loss he felt and the legacy he had inherited. It was a small, almost imperceptible connection, but in that moment, Ominis felt a little less alone, surrounded by the lingering presence of his aunt and the life she had cultivated in this magical place.

Hesitant to enter his childhood refuge, Ominis chose instead to wander towards the garden, finding solace in the idea of being closer to nature before confronting the memories housed within those stone walls. On his way, he caught a few wild branches in the face and heard twigs cracking under his feet, a testament to the many years spent without Noctua's care for her plants.

Despite the pitfalls, Ominis continued peacefully towards the lake. The smell of humidity and the soft murmur of the water's gentle eddies... seemed to call out to him, to urge him closer.

With a deep breath, he sat at the water's edge, slipping off his shoes and socks to touch the water, its icy caress sending a shiver up his spine. The cold sensation on his feet jolted a memory loose—a memory of a younger version of himself by this very lake, with his aunt by his side. At the time, he truly could not understand why his aunt had insisted on taking him to an unknown place, something that terrified him, given that he did not yet have his wand to guide him.

He had complained the whole way there, and upon touching the water, he had burst into tears, overwhelmed by the cold and a sudden fear of the unknown depths. His aunt had scooped him up, comforting him with her laughter and assurances that there was nothing to fear. He could still feel her breath against his ear when she whispered that she was right there with him, and that even though he could not see it, the world was too beautiful not to explore it.

Sitting there now, feet submerged in the chilly water, Ominis could not help but smile tenderly, because he now agreed with her. Even though his aunt was gone, her lessons and love continued to guide him, teaching him that it was okay to be scared and that there was strength in facing one's fears, just as he was doing now, one step at a time.

And just like that, his aunt’s words once again gave him the strength to face his current fear. He cast a drying spell on himself, put his shoes back on, and strolled back to the house. He stood still as he faced the front door, before taking a deep breath.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, Ominis finally summoned the courage to open the door and cross the threshold. Stepping into the living room, he was immediately enveloped by a wave of nostalgia and melancholy. The room was a shrine to his aunt's life, filled with her belongings and memories that seemed to echo with her presence.

Ominis put his wand away in his pocket and moved forward, holding his hands out in front of him to avoid bumping into furniture, as he used to do when he was only a young child.

First, he came into contact with the worn armchair by the fireplace, where she would sit and read late into the night. watch him, while she lent him her wand and taught him the spell that allowed him to see the outline of the objects surrounding him (the one he still used to this day). It was the first time he had really discovered the world, and it was entirely thanks to her. It was she who had created the spell. Just for him.

And it certainly was not the only time that Ominis had felt such gratitude towards his aunt, for not far away there was a library full of books written in Braille. It was Noctua who had taught him to read in the same way as blind Muggles, because it was essential to her that her nephew should be able to acquire an education from a very young age.

As he moved through the room, Ominis ran his fingers over the familiar objects placed on the shelves. Only souvenirs that Noctua had brought back from her various expeditions to the four corners of the Earth, and which she took great pleasure in recounting to her nephew afterwards to lull him to sleep at night.

Every object held a story, a piece of his aunt's past that she had carefully preserved… but he knew that not everything was there. His aunt's research was missing.

He knew he would find it in her study, which happened to be the room Ominis dreaded the most, out of fear it would bring back too many memories and shatter his heart with grief all over again. Still, he climbed the stairs to go there, and a sense of unease settled in his chest. The weight of anticipation mingled with apprehension, each step a reminder of the memories waiting for him behind the door.

With a trembling hand, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the air heavy with the scent of old books and dried herbs. The room felt frozen in time, untouched since his aunt's passing, a silent witness to her tireless pursuit of knowledge and understanding.

Instinctively, his hands reached out for her desk. To his greatest surprise, he felt parchment under his fingertips. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, he reached out and picked it up, his heart pounding in his chest.

He unfolded what appeared to be a letter, and took out his wand, guiding its tip along the lines…

My dearest Ominis, my little boy,

If you are reading this letter, it’s unfortunately because my curiosity and my research into Salazar Slytherin have gotten the best of me. I have always been fascinated by the history of our ancestors, but I fear that this time, my enthusiasm for the past has led me a bit too far.

I am writing these words to you, my dear child, because it is important for me that you know why I have chosen you as my sole and only heir. You might still be young, but your soul carries a wisdom and a purity that I haven’t found in any other member of our family. While many have let themselves be corrupted by greed, pureblood supremacy, or the desire for power, you have always followed your heart, staying true to your moral values and that integrity that so defines you. It is for this reason, and this reason alone, that I know my belongings and my research, but also my hopes and dreams for a better future, could not be in better hands than yours.

I fondly remember all the moments we have shared. Your first steps into the world of magic, your eyes wide with wonder when you finally saw how the world was shaped. You were so wise, so shy, and yet already so determined to do what is right. Your tenacity, even when faced with the greatest challenges, has always impressed me. You were that little boy with a stubborn temperament, the one who refused to be walked over, all while maintaining a softness and kindness that made you so special in my eyes.

Today, as I write these lines, my heart is heavy at the thought of not being able to meet the handsome young man, wise, intelligent, and accomplished that you surely have become. I have no doubt that you have grown to become an exceptional person, upholding the values we have shared and that I have tried to teach you.

My last advice to you, my dear nephew, is to never lose sight of who you truly are. You are a Gaunt, and you have strong convictions and a heart of gold. So, yes, you are a Gaunt, but it does not necessarily have to be a fatality. Stay true to yourself and show the world that not all descendants of Slytherin need to be feared.

Take care of yourself, my child, and always remember that you have within you the strength and wisdom to change the world.

With all my love,

Your aunt who loves you the most.

Ominis's tears flowed uncontrollably, falling onto his hands. He put the letter down for fear of soaking it and destroying one of the only things he had left of his beloved aunt.

Despite his deep sorrow, Ominis was suddenly overcome by an unshakeable determination. He vowed to himself to carry on his aunt's legacy. Armed with her research and her unwavering belief in him, he knew that he could face whatever trials awaited him. He felt a deep sense of connection to her, as if she were still there, guiding him with her love and her wisdom through this new chapter of his life… even from above.

She was the one who had shown him the world... so he was going to give his heart and soul to making it a little more like she had dreamt.

“You can count on me, Aunt Noctua… I’ll do it for you. I’ll make you proud. I promise.”

[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 8

“We need to talk” you heared Gibbs murmur directly in your ear on your way back to the office. At the sound of his voice and his closeness you had goosebumps all over your body. You could even smell him and he smelled like coffee and sawdust…your heart was racing. 

But you had no time to talk, because as you entered the bullpen the first thing that happened was DiNozzo reporting to Gibbs, that they had a new case to solve. Parallel to that you had to develop a concept of user rights for a specific group of commanding officers. 

Therefore there was no time to think too much about a certain co-worker and anything that had happened. Both of you were completely lost in your work. But surely you were agitated because of what happened between you and Gibbs and what the talk of you two will bring. 

Eventually you heared Gibbs cussing. Shortly after he was leaning on the thin room divider between your desks “get my user account reactivated, please. I've had it blocked mistakenly.”

You looked up at him and simply asked “do you have the confirmation of Jenny?”

“No, why should I?” he was slowly getting annoyed. He said “please” goddammit! 

“Because I am not allowed to reactivate accesses if there is no confirmation of the director” you explained to him calmly. 

This was getting on his nerves so he stepped in your personal space trying to intimidate you and get the access done immediately. 

But you simply held his gaze and began to adjust his jacket collar. 

Everyone held their breath and awaited that he exploded every second. To be honest usually he would have exploded in anger, but this was you. 

When you were finished you looked back up directly into his eyes smiling sweetly to him.

After a few seconds he turned smiling to himself, marched to his desk and called Jenny asking for confirmation, which he got. 

Now you had everything you needed so you unlocked his access that he could work again. 

Of course Tony noticed all this, laughed and asked “hey boss, you're getting old and soft? Allowing yourself to be bossed around?” This earned him a well deserved head-slap and angry stare from said boss.

In fact not only Tony noticed this, but the whole team. Gibbs saying “please”? That was never ever happening - until now. They didn't even know that he knew this word. That was very interesting for sure. 

The next days the case and your concept were getting nowhere, so everybody were on edge and very strained. 

The tension in the office was rising constantly, especially between you and Gibbs. You still had this thing between you, but there was no chance to be alone and much lesser chance to have the much needed talk, which added to the tension immensely. 

You also noticed that Tony, Tim and Ziva where whispering with each other about something, but you didn't understand a word of what they were saying and they stopped chatting as soon as they saw you so you ignored it. 

After all they whispered grinning since the incident with the commander, so what? 

You were all working away, but stopped as a young good-looking colleague from the IT-Department showed up and asked for you. Tony motioned to your desk where you were sitting and looked very interested and full of questions for you. 

As the man was nearing you the whole team stopped working and watched very interested what will happen. 

The man, Simon, was standing at your desk and cleared his throat. He was holding flowers in his hands and was obviously very nervous. “Hey, Y/N” he said. “We work so much together and seem to get along very well, so….I would like to learn to know you better….and I… Would you go on a date with me?”

The whole office were stunned into silence including you. 

“Well, Simon…” what should you answer to him? To this day you never thought about him in this way, but he seemingly was a nice guy, so why not? At the moment you were a free woman and a date with Simon could be very nice and would maybe take your mind off of a certain silver haired “not co-worker”...so you said “yes, I would love to” smiling at him. 

“What about tomorrow at 8pm? I now a new restaurant which we can check out” Simon suggested. “Yeah, sure. Why not?” “Great! I'll pick you up at 20:00 sharp” he grinned and turned to leave. Then he remembered that he had forgotten something - the flowers! He turned around and walked once more over to you “sorry, I've forgotten…these are for you” he said handing you the flowers. “They are really beautiful, thank you” you answered. Then Simon left. 

As Simon was gone, Gibbs looked thunderous in your direction and everybody fled the bullpen. He was tense and his eyes were like a thunderstorm that was brewing up. He was really angry and his jealousy was showing up, but no, you didn't get it. 

He couldn't take that you agreed to go on a date with this…this…morron! He stepped very close to you and stared in your eyes. You thought he could see right into your soul and you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“Honestly? This boy who has nothing to show you? What is so interesting about him?” he wanted to know and got so close that your noses were nearly touching. Your heart was racing in your chest as was his, too. 

Once again you two shared a staring contest, but after a few moments you couldn't take it anymore. So you took his head in both hands, closed the distance and planted one hell of a kiss directly on his lips. He responded immediately and kissed you back soundly. 

Before long you two were full on making out with tongue and all. You only stopped shortly to take a few much needed breaths. While he pulled you against him his hands stroked your back and neared your ass. You on your part were pressing yourself into him and playing with your hands with the short hair on his neck. 

Suddenly someone cleared their throat a few times right beside you. Slowly your foggy brains realized that you were still standing in the middle of the bullpen and were kissing each other madly. 

Begrudgingly you let go of each other and were looking cautiously who were the one disturbing you. It was none other than Jenny herself. Judging by the way she looked at you she was not amused. 

“I want to see you two in my office, now” she ordered, turned and went away. 

You looked at one another and shared the same thought “oh, oh”. 

(To be continued...)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story and the other stories I've written to date.

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[badly-drawn-pigeon]

Idk unpopular opinion it is, but I'm really disappointed by how bland of a villain Phobos ended up being. The hype up in the comics is done really well, where even letting the reader learn about his very existence is a gradual process. His first in-person appearance felt exciting to me... but the more time I spent with him as a character, the more frustrated I'd become.

[rant from the pov of low media literacy incoming]

Thing is, he just... doesn't seem to have any depth as a villain, or generally as a character. There doesn't seem to be this much going on for him aside from being this Very Evil Person. Don't get me wrong, I don't think he needs to be in any way sympathetic (although him being essentially a victim of systemic gender discrimination is a great plot point that the narrative completely flushes down the drain in the line of "yay girls power, we've shown that nasty male his place" message), but if you want to have this evil af bad guy, being evil in itself is not enough to make them a compelling character.

You can make your villain charismatic - which Phobos isn't, because he acts like a noisy, entitled, perpetually pissed teenage brat at almost all times. Sure, he's pretty, but looks alone can carry you only this far. And it's especially frustrating when you see that he can be charismatic if the authors are trying. His first appearances are sort of cool in both arcs he shows up in. Heck, the "you're not like Yan Lin, you're like Nerissa" dialogue was one of the coldest things anyone said in the entire comics series (imo). So the wasted potential adds fuel to fire.

You can also make your villain entertaining - which again, Phobos isn't. His very identity is a magical tyrant prince and the narrative doesn't try hard to make it any less generic, although having these evil flower minions and evil flower powers was a nice step in that direction. His relationship with Elyon feels emotionally lacking compared to that between Elyon and Cedric. His relationship with Cedric is straight up frustrating, because it's a never ending circle of Cedric messing up, getting punished, begging for one last chance and being reluctantly granted it. Just let the narrative acknowledge that Phobos has hots for Cedric at this point, because otherwise it's incomprehensible to me how a guy who turns people into poisoned plants for the tiniest offences would be able to put so much trust in a jobber of this caliber. Alas, their potential romance is never canonically expanded on, and it's a shame, because this could actually make Phobos entertaining by showing a more human side of him. For completeness, let me also mention that he doesn't get any humor going on for him either.

Finally, you can make your villain straight up intimidating - when again, Phobos isn't. If I recall correctly, we don't really see him hurt any meaningful character permanently (or am I wrong?), although that scene with Elyon's clone gets messed up in hindsight, when we learn more about how astral drops work. He doesn't honestly feel like a great horror villain candidate either, and I also don't find him really relatable to real world evils (Thomas Vandom is great at this) - even his manipulation of Elyon feels barebone, with Cedric doing all the interesting work.

Oh, and don't get me started on the cartoon. He still doesn't have any personality outside of being a hissy asshat, but now he also has an evil looking Shadow the Hedgehog color palette and an evil looking castle. So you don't have any doubts that he's, you know, evil.

[inkofamethyst]

June 13, 2024

I.. don't think I'm as well-adjusted to grad school as I'd hoped. I feel behind but I'm not even sure how to "catch up" or what specifically I am not doing. I just want to do more but I feel intimidated by what "more" might be. My days are mostly empty outside of a single lab-based task that might take one to three hours. Admittedly, I did procrastinate myself out of that bioinformatics "course". I do intend to start that back up again. I do want to learn (I was intimidated by the homework (only recently did I realize that I literally do not actually have to do the homework if I don't want to lol, this is all asynchronous and semi-recreational for my own benefit)). I think that's a major part of why I feel like I could be doing more. My postdoc is working like 12 hour days or something while I come in and lounge for four hours or so (I've recently been making an effort to do six hours though, even if it's just me sitting and reading (fiction >.<) for most of the time (I'll start an anthropology book after this series I promise)).

I have started learning music theory though. Only barely, it feels like, but it's more than any true theory I'd absorbed through the years of band classes and orchestra rehearsals (I know what a "diminished sixth" means now (kinda) and can point it out in sheet music (most of the time)! I can differentiate between three different minor scales (most of the time)!). I plan to leisurely make my way through a semester's worth of lectures on it. I want a good understanding of why music works so I can hopefully get good at improvisation (also I need to relinquish the idea that I'm going to be some improv master at first try--because that's not going to happen. it'll likely take weeks of trials and lots of errors before I get any sort of feel for what sounds "decent").

I've been reading Jade City by Fonda Lee and woah. I think this would make an excellent television show. It's soooo good. Fantasy action, my genre beloved (and politics?? bro im in LOVE), but inspired by a totally different culture than what I typically read. The naming switcharoo took a bit of getting used to sure but it's far more immersive that way. I would love to see this in live action and thirst after Hilo bc you know the casting director would do him right. I'm glad I decided to stick with her on a whim.

I wish the pollen wasn't still so bad (I have to keep my windows open all the time bc no ac, and pollen flies in 24/7 and coats absolutely everything which is the worsttttt. thankfully my bed doesn't get too much of it but UGH), I'd love to spend more time outside. The flowers are lovely but I'm ready for the trees to pack it upppp.

My mom thinks I'm being too social for me to handle. I haven't had a full weekend to just isolate and chill in a month. There's just so much to do, though! I want to do it all now that the weather is warm. This area has lots of events all the time. I have to remember that I have five more years, I guess.

Today I'm thankful that at least I'm not being pushed too hard.

Brought to you from inside the lab (my postdoc has stepped out hehe) where I am desperately trying to find things to do. I think I'm going to register for some trainings or something.

[mkenvs3000f24]

Unit 4 - Blog Post

Interpreting nature via art might be intimidating, especially if you don't consider yourself an artist, but it is a liberating process that links us profoundly to the world around us. Nature, with its infinite complexity and beauty, is an unending source of inspiration. So, who am I to represent nature via art? I am just someone who has a personal connection to the natural world and wishes to express that connection via a medium that is available to all: art.

Art enables us to share our encounters with the environment in ways that go beyond the constraints of words. Art, whether in the form of painting, photography, sculpture, or simply textual descriptions, acts as a link between our interior experiences and the outside world. Chapter 5 of the course texts focuses on the emotional and intellectual resonance that art may elicit when understanding nature. It emphasizes how art helps us frame our surroundings in ways that words alone may not fully represent. Art, like nature, does not need to be explained in order to be understood; it simply must be experienced.

Pictured is McMichael art gallery in Kleinberg ON, specifically showcasing the big windows in every room showcasing the beautiful forest scenery.

Growing up I used to always visit McMichaels Art gallery in Kleinburg, ON where I would recurrently look at paintings created by the Group of Seven whilst reflecting on the surrounding nature peering in from windows of the art gallery. This fostered a genuine connection between art and nature for me as both of these things are such prevalent loves of mine growing up, and to this day. The documentary discusses the Group of Seven as an example of how nature's beauty can influence national identity and elicit strong emotional reactions. These artists utilized their paintings to reflect Canadian landscapes in a way that influenced how many people perceived the nation. However, as spectators, we are also expected to analyze these sights, asking ourselves questions such as, "What does this landscape represent?" and "How does it make me feel?" The lack of people in many of their works emphasizes the natural world's loneliness, tenacity, and, at times, overpowering immensity. This interpretation reminds me that nature isn't necessarily about human contact; it may survive independently in its untamed form.

Pictured above is my favourite Group of Seven painting, titled North Shore 1929, oil on canvas, by A.J. Casson of the Group of Seven, which I regularly viewed at the McMicheals art gallery.

When examining "the gift of beauty" in nature, I define it as the natural quality that produces sentiments of awe, tranquility, or amazement. Beauty in nature is sometimes witnessed in brief moments, such as the calm of a dawn, the first snowfall, or the delicate blossoming of a flower. These moments are blessings because they remind us of nature's simplicity and majesty. Art enables us to record and preserve these moments, increasing their impact by allowing us to share them with others.

Beauty has a strong emotional resonance because it strikes something deep within us that is often difficult to describe. As I explore nature, I frequently feel compelled to chronicle my experiences—not just for memories' sake, but also to share the emotional effect with others. Whether through a photograph, a quick drawing, or simply musing on the moment, interpreting beauty in nature helps to cement my connection to the environment. Art therefore becomes a means of sharing the gift of beauty with others, inspiring them to discover their own connection to the natural world.

As I continue to investigate my position as an interpreter of nature via art, I learn that I am not required to be a professional artist or an expert in visual mediums. What is important is the aim behind the interpretation to express my encounters with nature in a meaningful way. We may build shared experiences via art by allowing people to perceive nature through our eyes and, as a result, enjoy the beauty around us.

[volkodava]

Jundori headcanons

Okay, I thought for a long time whether to publish or not, but I have accumulated a number of headcanons for Junpei/Chidori from Persona 3. It can be time from original p3, timeline p4au and post-canon. I warn you right away that English is not my language, so there may be errors, but I hope you enjoy it!

***

When, for some reason, Junpei was not allowed to see Chidori at the hospital, he tried to climb through the window with the help of Makoto and Akihiko with flowers in his teeth. Spoiler: climbed up, but then, when trying to escape from the suddenly appeared Mitsuru, he fell into the bushes, scratched everything he could, and then tore out the thorns for half a day.

***

Every Sunday, Junpei brings a bouquet of sunflowers to Chidori. This is not discussed.

***

Junpei always escorts Chidori home at night. Even if she comes from somewhere alone. Even from the other side of the city. Even at 2 am. He will yawn, fall asleep on the go, but he will come anyway, despite any protests, because her safety is more important.

***

When they start live together, Chidori barely knows how to cook. But unlike Fuka, who can destroy half a kitchen, Chidori mostly harms only herself: her hands are constantly in plasters, microburns, cracks, and so on.

When Junpei finally gets to the bottom of the truth (which turns out not to be easy, because Chidori answers everything with "It doesn't matter"), he asks in complete confusion why she ruins her "beautiful hands", because he, in principle, does not force her do something around the house. To which Chidori angrily declares: “You helped me for so long, even when I didn’t really know you, and now you are working on several jobs. If you are so concerned about our living together that we do not need anything, then my concern is to maintain comfort from the inside. Do you really think that in gratitude for all that you do, I cannot learn at least tolerably cook?"

This issue was not raised between them again. Though that never stopped Junpei from periodically throwing a "romantic dinner" for her. And Chidori's hands, in principle, quickly returned to normal (to the delight of Junpei).

***

At some point, they start a "kiss before leaving" tradition. One day, Junpeu's work schedule changes and he is forced to leave much earlier in an attempt not to wake up the Chidori. But she, sleepy and displeased, catches him at the exit, scolds him for leaving quietly, kisses him on the cheek and goes back to sleep. And Junpei remains standing at the door with a smile and thinks how lucky he is.

***

Jundori support each other's hobbies, despite the fact that they themselves get tired at their jobs.

That is, Junpei, tired of studying and training, still sits down to watch Chidori draw. True, he falls asleep from fatigue on the same sofa, so Chidori covers him with a blanket and continues to quietly draw next to him.

And at the same time, Chidori herself does not miss a single of his matches, and even if the game goes on late at night, she will still watch TV in the living room in a souvenir T-shirt with his number. So when he returns after the match, Junpei finds her sleeping in front of the TV and carries her back to the bedroom in her arms each time.

***

Junpei after p3 takes responsibility for Chidori because she has no family, no real friends, no proper education. And he gets used to this role so much that by the Arena timeline (or immediately after), when they are already dating, maybe already living together, etc., he begins to perceive her almost like a wife even before he proposes. And at some point, in a conversation with someone on the phone, he starts talking and exclaims something like "Actually, I take care of MY FAMILY!"

And Chidori, who accidentally hears this, is like:

***

After the age of 25, Junpei begins to develop premature gray hair, and this is hereditary from his father. This is another reason why he always wore a baseball cap. Just as a child, someone jokingly intimidated him, they say, at the graduation you will be gray-haired. Then, however, everything cleared up, but he was already used to the headdress.

But when Junpei's hair really starts to turn gray, he, like a true drama queen, begins to theatrically lament "I'm only 30 years old, and I'm already an old man!", to which Chidori rolls his eyes every time.

***

According to Persona 4: Arena Ultimax, Junpei often dreamed about how his team won a prestigious match and from the stadium he proposed to Chidori to marry him.

But imagine that in reality the team loses miserably and returns with nothing after a long flight. At home, Junpei meets Chidori, who tries to cheer him up, but he brushes it off, saying it's okay, and starts talking about all sorts of other interesting things that they could see.

At some point, he exclaims "Oh, that's right, I brought you a gift" and takes out of his backpack ... a stone. Just a round, even stone from some coast. Surprised, Chidori stands with this stone in her hands, not understanding what the joke is, and Junpei, as if nothing had happened, continues to talk about the fact that in his free time he managed to look into the local zoo.

"Yeah, it was pretty cool, the penguins are so funny. They have funny rituals, by the way, you know? Like how the male spends a lot of time finding the perfect pebble and then brings it to the female penguin he likes to offer her, like, build a nest together and hatch the chicks..."

At this point, Chidori understands the meaning of "gift", but she doesn't even have time to say anything, because Junpei continues: "Listen, I know that I'm not the smartest, I'm still like a child and often I do stupid things, but I would like to... well... "make a nest" with you."

All that Chidori can think at this moment is "God, I seriously live with this man, why does he have everything through one place, it's so stupid, of course I agree." _______ Chidori: Don't tell me you've scoured the ALL coast to find that stone. Junpei: I have scoured the ALL coast to find this stone. Chidori: ... Junpei: Trust me, it's not the craziest thing I've ever done in my life. Chidori: I'm intrigued.

***

Some time after the wedding, Chidori begins to feel unusual. She is constantly in high spirits and even a state of euphoria for no reason. It’s not that it was something outstanding, after all, and she is doing what she loves, and her husband is at hand, who will at least get a star from the sky for her, but basically she behaves more restrained. But then a sudden tactile hunger is added to this. She constantly needs touches: if you walk, then by the hand / under the arm, if you sit or lie down, then in an embrace, hugs, kisses and all that.

It wasn't that Junpei was particularly opposed, quite the contrary. He is "a block of flaming love", just give him a reason to cuddle his dear Chidorita. But, nevertheless, the reasons for this behavior remain a mystery to both of them.

That is until Chidori decides "for the calm" to take a pregnancy test.

And when, a few years later, Junpei again notices exactly the same behavior, everything immediately becomes clear to him.

[dixidin]

Genshin Impact hcs for every nation pt.1

Mondstadt edition!

Info: OOC? Mentions of other characters, writing sucks, sorry if I get some lore wrong with some characters! Fyi, none of this is cannon besides the occasional lore mentions (also I am trying to clean out all of these hcs before fountaine comes out and I am SPRINTING)

Albedo: Since he's not a human, he didn't know how to react when he broke one of his bones. Thankfully, Sucrose was there to help him and took him back to Mondstadt to get his broken bone bandaged up. Jean demanded (intimidated) Albedo to rest until he was healed, safe to say he was not happy.

Amber: When she was a kid, she loved apples and even had a tree for apples. When she was hungry, she would climb up the tree and try to get as many as she could. Most of the time, she fell and got some sort of scar of her knee or elbow, but as she grew up, she got better and more agile.

Barbara: She visited Liyue once, and since she's an idol, she got a lot of praise there. The bad part was that some of the guys there were very creepy to her, but she formed a friendship with Yunjin and Xinyan, and they scared them away. Even Xiao since it's his job to protect people in Liyue! They formed an unlikely friendship, and they still write letters to each other (Xiao always asks if she's been doing okay).

Bennett: Bennett has a bunch of pressed four leaf clovers for bookmarks. He'll even go out of his way to search for new four leaf clovers just for luck, he doesn't really care if he gets hurt.

Diluc: Diluc actually has a very good singing voice and knows how to dance very well! But he doesn't sing or dance much since he's so busy, but he finds himself humming to a song that's playing on his record player.

Diona: She has claws but clips them often, but one prominent feature of hers is her nose having a line connected to her mouth, showing some more cat features of hers.

Eula: Whenever her terrible parents weren't looking, she would snatch some candy/sweets and hide them. She once got caught, but luckily, it was by her maid! And her being the wonderful maid she was (also knowing how rude her parents were) let Eula go on multiple occasions.

Fischl: She had a huge interest in string instruments and worked hard to practice with any of them she could find. To this day, she knows how to play a bunch (ex: bass, fiddle, viola, harp, ukulele, etc.)

Jean: She has a bunch of rare allergies, so she's very grateful not to be allergic to pollen, which is why she loves flowers so much.

Kaeya: When Kaeya was growing up in the Ragnvindr family, he learned some English through Diluc. In return, he taught Diluc how to speak some Khaenri'ah.

Klee: She has gotten in trouble so many times to the point where Jean has made a cardboard 'jail cell' for her.

Lisa: She cannot keep a plant alive for the life of her, due to her sleeping so much. On multiple occasions, she has woken up to a dead flower and has had to profusely apologize to Jean for letting her perfect, growing flowers die on her.

Mika: He is an absolute nerd when it comes to literature, so when Razor asks him to teach him some 'fancy words'. Mika was more than happy to help (some times he has to apologize when Razor gets confused when Mika starts spitting our larger words that Razor is still, very new too)

Mona: Unlike Lisa, Mona is a big plant mom, and if any of them were to die on her, then she would cry her heart out and make a funeral for it. She especially loves her Bonsai tree.

Noelle: Despite Noelle being very busy with becoming a knight and other work related info, she actually really likes learning about flower languages and all different kinds. Her favorites are roses, which is why she has so much of the on her outfit

Razor: Since Razor has been living with wolves for most of his life, he's developed a strong sense of smell. You give em a candle, he'll smell it and guess the correct answer in an instant without even looking what's scents are in the candle

Rosaria: Rosaria is secretly really good at sewing and can patch up anything! She's also tried crocheting but it didn't go well

Sucrose: Since Sucrose is an animal, she makes sure that her ears are in tip-top shape so they don't get infected or torn

Venti: Since Venti is an archon hiding as a bard, he took inspiration with a newspaper boy cap and Focalor's French like nation where they have something called a beret. Mixing them together and eventually making his hat! It was only till Zhongli explained that he could've just used a regular bard's hat and didn't need to go the extra mile

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Cruelty and the Witcher

Dear Child, face away from the Light of Life.

For it only holds the Pain of Burns.

Come back to Cruelty's arms of darkness.

And be safe from them and they will Learn.

_____)(_____

"Do you want to stay a little longer?"

Geralt took in the living world one last time before turning back to the stone skeleton. A part of him wanted to stay, but the parts drowned by grief, heartbreak, and a sick and twisted sense of acceptance and selfishness drove him away from all that is in this world.

"No, let's keep going."

Cruelty nodded, holding out their hand again.

This time Geralt didn't hesitate to take it.

And soon, he breathed his last.

Geralt of Rivia.

Was no longer of this world.

_____)(_____

Cruelty came back to the body. They cleaned it up, and wrapped it with the tent tarp they retrieved from Roach. The horse wouldn't leave, so Cruelty had no choice but to frighten her away. Which was hard at first, but soon she was galloping away.

They carved out a small boat from a fallen tree with striking red wood.

Red for blood.

Cruelty retrieved what once was Geralt, and placed the body in the boat.

They found flowers. Red spider lilies and yellow Marigolds and Chrysanthemums to add to the buttercups that still grew in the body.

Like the flowers are telling the world goodbye for the dead.

And finally, they laid his sword on the body.

They are Cruelty. This is what they must do.

Cruelty pushed the little boat into the river. Watching it drift away, as night fell. Until they pulled out their bow and a flaming arrow and sent it flying towards the boat.

Soon the boat was in flames, disappearing into the darkness of night as the smoke became one with the night sky.

And with the night and smoke, Cruelty too went back into the Inbetween.

_____)(_____

Years passed since they've guided Geralt's soul into this World's afterlife.

Cruelty's duties carried on.

Everyday, new souls to ferry. Everyday, more deaths to take and give. Everyday, life continued for them. Every century that passed in the Crossroads, they continued on.

Until one day out of many, some one has broken into their Domain.

It was a small break from the Dream Realm.

Nothing too bad to fix up.

But the first to break into the Crossroads was a Witcher. Personally, Cruelty doesn't bother in keeping names or faces organized. All will walk with them as they are guided. But the difference between a Witch and a regular Human, is their life span. And this one still had many years to live before they die.

"Bring him back." He snarled. Jumping up and dragging them down by their cloak.

Cruelty, was not intimidated by the slightest. And simple stood up again, flicking his arm softly as they can to no harm him, making the Witcher fall.

"I can not."

"Liar! You brought him here, bring him back to us!"

"I can not."

"You mean you won't!"

"He is not my ward."

"Then make him one! You did it once you can do it again!"

Cruelty cocked their head to the side.

"Since when have my legends became your legends Witcher? You're kind rejected me. Me, Mercy, Fate and the Queen Eternal. I am only here for the souls. If you want him back, I can not do anything, for your World Rejected me." Cruelty snarled back.

"Now leave." They spat, turning away.

_____)(_____

The next time a Witcher comes, over two centuries have passed in the Crossroads.

It's a different one this time. Younger. Fierce.

The same demand.

"Bring him back!"

When will they understand that they can't? That they are chained to the whims of the Queen Eternal? That they can not bring him back not matter how much they want to? To soothe their grieving hearts. To hear laughter again after so long.

But the Queen Regent, now the Queen Eternal, is cruel.

Ironic, how they are called Cruelty, but it is Mercy and the Queen Eternal that are cruel.

They sent this Witcher back.

The next one was younger than the last one.

Again with the demand of bringing Geralt back.

Again sent back.

The next one was a sorceress.

They shot down her demands of getting him back.

Then they sent a fucking child.

Cruelty didn't even argue with this one, sending her back immediately.

Years passed in the Void. Then a thousand. Just when they though the living have given up, they sent another.

This time, it was a human.

Tired of all of this, they asked.

"How long has passed in the living world?"

The human, recoiled a bit.

"Four...fourteen years..."

"Why... why did you have to take him away?!"

Cruelty blinked beneath their stone mask, tears and scars carved into the rough surface.

"I never took him." They replied, voice emotionless and dead to the Witcher's ears.

"He came to me willingly. I... I just guided him home."

"Home? Home?! He's not home, he belongs with us!"

"In the land of the Living which rejected him? Ha! Do not preach to me about a world that does not love you Witcher. He is gone. From this World and for the better."

Cruelty sighed, and untied a red string from their walking stick. Handing the delicate silk to the human.

"Pray," They breathed out. "Pray that he remembers you."

Jaskier held the string in his hands. Staring numbly at it as he looked up to the Skeleton made of stone.

"If he doesn't, then I'm afraid it's far too late."

"I'm sorry, but he's gone.

"He's gone."

_____)(_____

I've only been in this fandom for two days and I desire angst and to share it.

[electrosair]

hi! I saw your post requesting requests and figured I'd bite.

In terms of free time and hobbies, I enjoy collecting things. Whether it be mushrooms and flowers from the forest behind my house, trinkets found in antique stores, an ore or mineral to add to my rock collection, diagrams of steam and diesel locomotives, or bones of small critters, I probably have a small amount handy somewhere. I actually do enjoy gifting random stuff I find as I am collecting shiny objects. So definitely not a hoarder situation, mind you.

As a person I've been described as "a gremlin with crow like tendencies" by close friends, which, fair, I guess. I like giving more than being given gifts because we got that childhood trauma and religious/debt guilt up in this bitch. (I'm bitches and God bless America ig.)

To those who don't know me well, I come off as intimidating because I always scowl and rarely speak. Which is not true, my face is just Like That. It's hard to express emotions man, thems shits confuddling. Don't even get me started on the difficulty of speaking vocally, you cannot autocorrect sounds and it's hard to describe things in the moment!

But alas, the Autism decided I shall take the L and stutter when confronted into a social situation.

I'm partial to Liyue due to my ancestry, and appreciation of culture present in its lands. The story of the Adepti fascinates me, and I can see that a lot of Chinese mythos and auspicious symbolism is placed into this love letter to Chinese history. And the music! I can listen to Azhdaha's boss theme and never tire of it. I can relisten to the tale of streetward rambler and Guizhong and fail not to cry doing so. It's so rich in history that I cannot help but feel in awe of it all.

And my favorite element? Geo. Because I vibe with it deeply. It's the element of foundation, stability in life's tumultuous waves of chaos. It's sturdy and tenacious, which I relate to as the eldest sibling growing up protecting my younger sibling. If I were a Geo Vision wielder, I'd probably be a shield/tank character, because I'd be able to protect those I hold dear from danger.

Yours truly,

🪨 Anon

omg do i have my first anon right here??? if yes i'd love to make a list of anons 💔 i loved writing this so much, so please gimme more, i'm begging

Zhongli!

He probably finds it fascinating that you collect so many little things, especially the rocks and minerals. He would love to go on long nature walks with you, I feel you would both learn new things with each other's company and knowledge.

When he saw/heard you say that giving gifts you like more than receiving them his heart melted, you definitely have his interest won. Little by little he would try to convince you to accept small gifts that he can give you, like taking you to antique stores, to restaurants or bringing you new ores that you are missing in your collection.

The first time he saw you and got to talk to you maybe you found it awkward or something like that, but it was certainly impressive for him to try to get to know you and your interests more closely.

And the fact that you are related to Liyue thanks to your origins only makes it more interesting. It makes me think that maybe you met him by doing more research on the topics you like.

In short, he would love to hear you talk and then give his own opinions or read you some of the old stories that only he knows so well, adding facts to make sure it is something more detailed to what you might have heard, he may want to surprise you to keep you closer to him.

[morgana-ren]

With Corvus, is it better for you, long term, to break and cry right away or to try and put on a brave face as long as you can? (Not defiance, just stiff-upper-lip kind of thing).

So, I am pretty biased in this regard, but I would say a carefully balanced mix of the two is probably best in the beginning.

If you're too defiant and bitchy before he's really gotten attached to you, he will not be abiding it. You know that bit of time when you are merely eye candy entertainment, and he doesn't quite have any fondness built up towards you? Struggle too much or become too much of a threat, and he will decide that the trouble isn't worth it. If you're constantly taking physical pot-shots at him (which won't work) or if you are consistently trying to kill him, you're running a red line. You really have to walk a razor's edge to keep him entertained and enamored in equal measure rather than frustrated if this is the case.

Now, this will usually only happen if he happens to take you by chance rather than watching and stalking you for a bit. You know, he gets drunk and finds you on the road and decides he could settle for a little bit of less-than-wholesome fun or something of that nature.

That isn't always the case, however. Typically, when Corvus takes people (these days anyway) it's after a lot of carefully done stalking and research where he has already grown fond of you-- although you will not know it. You will have a bit more leeway in this instance because he already knows your personality. If you happen to be abrasive and aggressive (like I am) and he chooses to take you anyway, he will fully be prepared for that.

However, he does also account for these things.

Your actions will, in a way, dictate his own. If you are bratty, defiant, and mean, he will react in due fashion. He will be a lot more likely to use physical force and intimidation to keep you in line. If you are kind, sweet, and demure, he will still be cruel, mind you-- but he won't be as likely to hurt you off the whip. He will be more manipulative and shitty about it. Either way, you cannot avoid the pain, and you will learn this quickly. It's a tightrope act.

Corvus likes clever, strong, and resourceful women-- but not in comparison to him. He wants you better than everyone else, but not better than him. He will be impressed if you manage to outfox him, but you will never know, and it will also infuriate him.

If you want to figure out how to get a leash on this asshole, you need to be a good manipulator-- and sometimes even that won't help you. Keep in mind, it's a game he plays very well. You'll need good judgement. 'Know when to hold them, and when to fold them' type shit. Sometimes a fight is worth picking-- or maybe he even wants you to pick it. Other times, you're going to get slapped down like Icarus flying too close to the goddamn asshole sun.

When it comes to being sweet and weak, he also does love and appreciate that. He does. But it's difficult to explain. If you're almost... callow, he doesn't enjoy that. He doesn't want a wilting flower, necessarily. He won't always enjoy someone who rolls over and shows belly and is pathetic all the time. He wants a sort of hidden steely strength hidden away in there. He wants a fire and not a smoldering ruin. Breaking you too quickly is boring and leaves nothing at all to be desired.

While he might tell you that's what he wants, he's kind of like a dog in that regard. He doesn't always necessarily know what he wants, and it really does differ day to day and situation to situation. You need to get good at reading him. Sometimes placating him is the best option. Sometimes it's being a bit of a brat. Other times, there's really no winning because he's just toying with you, and he's already decided what the outcome is.

He really is infuriating in that regard. Trust me, there's no way to fully win with him, even when he loves you. He always has to be the big top dog, the smarter one, the stronger one, the more clever one. If you're wise, you'll learn to play into these fantasies when necessary, and when to inflict psychic damage and challenge them subtly.

[colorfullfalls]

Baby sister part 2

Emily and Sam’s house had two extra rooms. One room had two single beds and the other one had a full. It was decided that you would share a room with Dean and Sammy would get his own room. Dean didn’t want you wondering out of his sight. It was the over protectiveness in him. 

The bedroom was nice and decorated warmly. The room was a light green color with yellow and green bedding that had flowers all of it. You thought it was cute but Dean mumbled about it being too girly for his own liking. You were unpacking your bags when you could hear Dean and Sam arguing in the room over. 

Those two got into it quite a bit and even more so once Sam started drinking demon blood to get stronger. It was a messy situation that should have never happened. A part of you wondered if you should have warned the wolves that Sam had telepathic powers and was wanted dead by most demons and vampires. 

Staying with the wolves put them in danger. 

You felt very confused about the whole imprinting thing. Sure, Paul was attractive- like really attractive and built like a tan greek god- but being told you are someone’s soulmate is pretty intimidating. He had this connection to you that you didn’t quite understand yet. How were you supposed to act around him? You have not had dating experience because of Dean and now you find your supposed soulmate. Fuck, you had no idea what to do or how to act around him. 

You heard a knock at the door and there stood Paul, without a shirt. Honestly it was hard not to stare with his muscular and fit he was. Your eyes trailed his body before looking back to his face, which he was now smirking at the fact that you totally checked him out. His brown eyes gazed around the room before back to you. 

He pointed behind him, “Your brothers are in the next room arguing.”

You let out a sigh, “Yeah, they do that. Both of them are strong headed and sometimes this happens. Can you hear what they are going on about?”

“You and me, how you are my imprint. Dean is pissed and Sam is arguing that it can be a good thing. I just want to clarify that you are in the lead here and I am the follower. Whatever you want from this is your choice. Friend, lover, a mix of both. It is up to you.” Paul explained, his voice suddenly serious. 

“Thank you, but I guess we just play it by ear. There is a lot going on and love isn’t really the first thing on my mind right now.” You admitted. 

Paul came into the room more and sat down on the bed beside you, crossing his strong arms and giving you a look to say to go on, “What’s going on in your crazy hunter world?”

You laughed, brushing a hand across your face, “Well, let’s see. There are demons after us because my brother Sam was chosen by a powerful demon to have super powers. Not only that but the angels are now fighting with us because we sort of caused the end of the world and they want Dean’s body as a vessel for the archangel Michael. Dean went to hell and our angel friend pulled him out but now Dean has trauma that he will not talk about.” 

Paul’s mouth was slightly agape in shock from the word vomit of trauma you just threw his way. If you two were bound together he might as well know the danger that your family brings. Having kids with a nice family Christmas was not likely for you or your brothers. Not anytime soon at least. 

Paul shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, “That, um.. That’s a lot of baggage your family has. I thought my life was rough because my dad’s an asshole.” 

You nodded before sitting on the bed beside him, “My dad was too.”

“How did he die?”

“He traded his life for Dean’s. Which is funny because my dad was the hardest on Dean. My mother died when we were really young and my dad learned it was because of a demon. He entered the monster hunting world and never looked back. He would leave for a week at a time and dean would take care of us. Dean was our saving grace. He probably loves us more than my dad ever did. Dad was just so caught up in getting revenge for mom.” You explained. 

“Your dad sounds like he was an absent father a little bit... but who taught you how to fight monsters then? Dean or your dad?”

You smiled, “Dean. My dad never wanted me or sam to know as much as Dean But Dean kind of pulled us into it and then my dad started training us. Paul, I just want you to understand that this will be complicated. If you are in my life that means you are going to be in danger.” 

Paul’s serious expression faltered and he began to laugh, giving you a boyish smile and shaking his head, “Y/n, my existence puts you in danger. Vampires are drawn to us because we are their natural enemy. And considering your past that makes me really worried,” A low growl erupted from his throat before he looked you deep in the eyes and took your hand, “I will never let anything hurt you again.” 

His hand felt extremely warm against yours, tingles running up and down your arm from the feeling. A blush arose on your cheeks from how dedicated to you he sounded. You had protective brothers but this was different. 

“I wont let anything happen to you either.” You whispered, grabbing and interlocking your hands. You were shocked by how bold you were but you were guessing it was the whole imprint reaction. 

Paul gave you a breathtaking smile before you heard his name being called downstairs. He let out a sigh and dropped your hand, “ I have patrol but I will be back later to see you.” 

“Okay, be safe.” You stood up with him. 

He laughed, “Always, sweetheart. You be safe” he said before winking at you and walking down the steps. A small part of you already missed him and wished he would come back. 

Dean and Sam weren’t in the room so you decided to head downstairs to get to know Emily. Maybe she knew where the boys went and she seemed nice enough. Plus... she could tell you what Paul is like. You needed more information about the man that is supposed to be your soulmate. 

Emily was alone in the kitchen humming and making muffin mix. Her long black and silky hair was tied up as she stirred the mix in the bowl. She turned around to notice you, offering a huge smile, “y/n, hello. I hope you liked the guest room. I gave you the pretty room.”

You smiled back, “Actually my brother Sam took that room and I got bunked with Dean. We trade who shares beds and Dean is paranoid about my safety. I think he thinks Paul is going to kidnap me...”

Emily let out a beautiful laugh as she wiped her hands off with a dish towel, “Yeah, your brothers knew Paul was in the room talking to you. Dean was not happy but Sam told him to leave it alone. They went to town to explore, I told them we could use some girl time.” 

“Thanks, that was kind of you.”

Emily smiled again, “Paul is enamored by you, he is over the moon to have found his imprint. You are a lucky woman.” 

You blushed again but shrugged, “I think I am going to make his life harder.”

She gasped, “Don’t say that! Paul can handle whatever is thrown his way. He won’t mind your supernatural world as long as you can handle his. I think he was relieved that you weren’t freaked out. You already know the crazy shit the world has to offer and that makes it easier. The other wolves have to explain everything to their imprints and that can be rough.” 

You bit your lip for a second in thought, “What is Paul like?”

She grinned again, “He is honestly a good guy. He is a bit of a hot head but I think with you around that will fade away. He is a hard worker who likes to have fun. Him and the boys joke around all of the time. But mostly he is very dedicated to those that he loves. Like i said, you’re a lucky woman.” 

You started to panic as a feeling of pain shot through your head. Sometimes your body could tell when supernatural was around. You didn’t have powers like Sam, but it was like a gift that you could sense those different around you. This had a bad feeling. 

“Emily, is anyone home?” 

“Nope, why?” She seemed so relaxed but was starting to sense your panic, “What’s wrong?”

“Go up to your room. Like now.” You shouted, feeling the panic rising even more. “Now emily.”

“I am not leaving you-”

The door bust open to a yellow eyed demon walking in. Her stature was small but you knew that she could kill you. You had no weapons on you and your brothers were gone. Great, just great. 

“Emily, upstairs.” You ordered, standing in front of her. 

“Putting her a floor above won’t make her safer. But i don’t care. It’s not this woman that I want dead. Its y/n winchester that is going to die today.” The demon walked forwards as Emily ran out the door. You thanked god that she escaped but knew that this is the moment that you actually die. And not even beside your brothers. 

“How did you find us?” You asked, backing up and looking for any sort of a weapon. Panic was beginning to take over now that you were alone. At least Emily was safe. But dying alone didn’t sound great either. There was a knife on the counter that you grabbed, clutching the handle for dear life. 

“We have a network. Plus, I have been following you since Oregon. I finally got you alone without your brothers or other supernatural beings. Figured this was my chance to end you, make your brother’s weaker.” 

“She’s not alone.”

Behind the demon stood Castiel, who you had never been more happy to see. He put his hand on the demon’s head and killed it within seconds. Your chest filled with relief at knowing that you were safe. Your best friend had just showed up and saved your life. 

You crossed the room in two seconds to enter his arms, finally feeling like you could breathe again, “You saved my life.” 

“I feel like at this point all I do is save the Winchesters. You would have died if i did not come. I could feel your panic.” He explained, his eyes scanning you to make sure that you were alright. “What are you doing here?”

“We were on a hunt when we saw werewolves. Apparenlty they have a vampire problem that we said we would help out with.” 

He quizzical looked at you before he shook his head, “Are you an imprint of a wolf? You smell like one.” 

You blushed at how blunt he always was, “yeah, found out today.”

“Interesting. Someone is coming and they think I am the enemy. I need you to stand back in case a fight happens. I don’t need you getting hurt.” Castiel nonchalantly pushed you backwards but you shook your head no as you heard growls getting close to house. Outside the window you could see a silver wolf bolting for the house with a black wolf behind him. You shoved Castiel out of the way before booking it outside the door. You did not want Castiel to hurt Paul or vice versa. 

Paul sad red as he ran towards the house. The pack had been on patrol for the vampires when they could hear a woman screaming. Sam knew it was Emily and they ran towards her but could hear her yelling that you were alone at the house and in grave danger. Emily was crying and her panic only made Paul panic more. His heart racing in his chest as he took off towards the house. He needed to get there in time to saved you. He just found you today, he couldn’t lose you. 

He saw a man through the door way and that is who he assumed to be the attacker, but within seconds he saw you running out the door and towards him, waving your hands and yelling no. His eyes scanned you and there were no wounds and he did not smell blood. His anxiety was still through the roof with you being that close to a supernatural being. He had to get you away. 

“The man inside saved me! He’s a friend!’ you yelled, pointing inside where Castiel was, “Don’t go near him please. He saved me.” 

Paul’s wolf stopped right in front of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing in your scent to calm him down. He wad full of rage and fear, but you seemed to be okay. He was confused where this mystery man came from but he was grateful that the man showed up when he did. Paul promised to never leave you alone without a protector again. 

Castiel walked outside and awkwardly waved, “This is Castiel. He’s our best friend. He is an angel and he just saved my life. I can explain everything once you are human again.” you said. 

Just as you said that the Impala pulled in. The boys got out of the car and ran over making sure that you were alright because the wolves were shifted. They then noticed Cas and ran over to hug him. 

“What happened? Why is Cas here?” Sam asked. 

“A demon found me when you guys left. Said I was on the list to kill to make you guys weaker. It said it followed us from Oregon.” You explained as Paul growled. Dean wrapped you in for a hug, kissing your head. He smelled comforting and you felt yourself completely calm down now that your big brothers were there with you. 

“I am so sorry that we left, Y/n.” Sam said, reaching over to smooth your hair. 

“I have to go, but I just wanted to make sure you guys would be back before I went. I have business I need to attend to, but I bring a warning. The demons are after y/n specifically now. You need to train her more than ever.” Cas said, looking directly at you. 

“We will.” Both boys said. 

Emily came walking through the clearing with the others from earlier in their regular form. You were glad that she was safe, but you had a feeling that she was mad that you sent her away. 

“Never send me away like that again, y/n. Us imprints have to stick together,” She scolded. 

“I am used to this world, and it ended up being fine.” You argued. 

“Because of me.” Cas pointed out. You nodded in agreement, giving him one last hug. Cas then vanished like he always does. You felt a snout touch your hand and you looked to see that it was Paul nuzzling you. You brought up your hand to touch his head. His fur was extremely soft. 

“Go change. We are training now.” Dean said, pushing you towards the door. You rolled your eyes but listened, going inside and up the steps. You looked back to see the wolves heading back towards the trees but Paul’s wolf stayed for a minute looking at you before it took off with the black wolf. 

You felt bad because you knew he must have been scared shitless at the idea of a demon being around his imprint that he just met. You were just thankful to have so many protectors in your life. 

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 3- Part 11

Oh. He’s…not that bad at all, honestly. His Pokémon are at about the same level as Xera’s, but we’ve got a bird.

His first two Pokémon are Caterpie and Wurmple, which Breeze makes quick work of with Gust. Even so, Breeze still takes damage, and with his last Pokémon being Weedle, I’ll have Glare finish this battle.

Being a Poison-type, Glare won’t have to worry about Weedle poisoning her. With Intimidate and Leer, plus a flinch proc from Bite, Weedle is taken down pretty easily!

This entire session has taught me that Glare’s attacks alone might not be the strongest, but stacking the effects on top of each other- poison from Poison Sting and/or ongoing damage from Wrap, with the additional possible flinch from Bite…it can build up. What I’m saying is Glare seems more like a crafty and annoying enemy to fight rather than a difficult one, and I love that for her.

And with that, Xera has proven herself to Seacrest, and at last…we can touch grass!

Grass.

In all seriousness, the flowers are like patches of grass where you encounter wild Pokémon, sound effects and rustling animation and all, so…I wonder if this is, in fact, another area to catch Pokémon? Grass- and Bug-types, maybe? I won’t be checking that right this second, but with Julia and her Electric-types being the first Gym, and I doubt we’ll be getting a Ground-type this early, a Grass-type would be helpful.

I’ll think about that at least after I go to the Pokémon Center. I can just go around like so, following the train tracks here-

SHOOT, I FORGOT ABOUT HER!

Well, so much for the Pokémon Center. Fine, lady! I’ll fight you! Streak could use more exp. points, so he can take down the Pikipek.

As for Bounsweet, Glare can handle it- type advantages are still good!

Well neither is interrupting a Trainer trying to go to the Pokémon Center with another battle!! Geez, the nerve of these people…

…Oh. Oh, that’s…pretty useful, actually. That’s a…nice thing to be given.

That’s, uh…pretty poignant, actually-

…Right then. Uh…sorry for getting so upset, Marigold, I’m sure those flowers will bloom someday. Depending on the hijinks Xera gets up to, that blooming might happen a lot sooner than you think. 

Does Xera care about restoring the city at this point? She doesn’t know this game’s synopsis, she wouldn’t know restoration is even an option, would she? Or is she just focused on taking on the League (and possibly getting revenge on the one(s) who blew up the train)? I feel like she’s definitely got a good heart for Pokémon; she likes Victoria, feels indebted to Ame, and Cain…is a work in progress. But Reborn as a whole…hm. 

Even if she’s just trying to survive and prepare to battle Gym Leaders for right now, I’m sure plot things and character development will change that attitude soon enough.

But anyways, enough of me waxing about the characterization of my player character. We can go to the Pokémon Center now, we’ve healed up, now let’s see what’s up a bit further here…

So this is the way to the upper part of Peridot Ward, huh? Mm- let’s not go there just yet. I’d like to see if I missed anything in Lower Peridot Ward first before embarking into the upper portion.

That’ll have to be for next time, though. We might not have progressed the story very much, but we learned a lot, caught some new Pokémon, and now we know what to prepare for. The first Gym Leader is none other than Julia, an Electric-type specialist, and we can’t level up any Pokémon past Lv. 20. So next time, we’ll see what we can do regarding that, and then we’ll see the upper section of Peridot Ward! See you then!

CURRENT TEAM: 

Riptide

Species: Totodile

Gender: Male

Level: 10

Ability: Sheer Force*

Item: Quick Claw

Brave nature; Alert to sounds

Breeze

Species: Pidgey

Gender: Female

Level: 10

Ability: Keen Eye

Item: None

Lax nature; Mischievous.

Streak

Species: Zigzagoon

Gender: Male

Level: 9

Ability: Pickup

Item: None

Lax nature; Quick to flee.

Glare

Species: Ekans

Gender: Female

Level: 9

Ability: Intimidate

Item: None

Naughty nature; Highly curious.

CURRENT BOXES:

NUMBER OF RELOADS: 1 (No, I’m not counting that crash because that wasn’t my decision, I only count reloads that are voluntary)

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