#it needed to be as clean as possible for ease of coloring

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Day 20: Pastries🍰💕

Feel free to use it for coloring practice if u want! ^^💕 for digital artings, just set the layer effect to "multiply" and color on another layer under it👍 for traditional arting, print it out ahaha

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PINS AND NEEDLES

percy jackson x athena!reader

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˗ˋˏ warnings : use of y/n, post breakup, angst, possible part two??? ˎˊ-

‧₊˚✧ lydia’s yap fest ! ✧˚₊‧

post breakup yearning? sign me up. also i’ve never ever written athena reader cause it feels too much like writing myself and i don’t want to project but i hope u guys enjoy!!! (unedited!)

it had been exactly three weeks, two days, and six hours since you and percy jackson had broken up. now, while it pained you to admit, you missed him. your friends would tell you that you couldn’t miss him. not when you had left him the way you did. truth is, life as a demigod was hard. having no guarantees that you would even be alive tomorrow was a hard pill to swallow. it had gotten to a point where it felt wrong to give percy another weight on his back. he was already under the pressure of saving the world, he didn’t need a relationship to balance on it.

first came the arguing. it had become a staple for the recent era of your relationship. you would bring up the idea of taking a break, which he would turn down. he refused to hear you out whatsoever. then came the silent treatment. he couldn’t stand how every time you’d spoken, you would flip it back to the topic of breaking up. he thought better to just ignore the problem all together. finally, came the blow up. you two had found a rare moment of peace amongst the war. his fingers raked through your wet hair as you laid on his lap. you had again decided to bring up the topic again. the resulted in the fight. breaking up wasn’t easy, but something you saw necessary.

now, you paced in your cabin. these past few weeks had been a personal tartarus for you ( and you assumed percy, or he-who-shall-not-be-named ). every little thing reminded you of him. the smell of the lake you’d spend hours swimming in. the fields you would run through hand-in-hand. the bed you would spend hours having—well, you get the point. every corner held a memory. this realization made you want to rip your scalp clean off.

however, no matter how much you would deny it, you were still hopelessly in-love with perseus jackson. watching him from a far made you realize just how lucky you had been to call him yours. the beauty of his soul was one you wish could be captured and put in a jar for everyone to admire. the selfish part of you wanted that jar on your nightstand. you decided now was the time. you would finally leave the comfort of your cabin and venture into the camp. your siblings were sure that you were aware how many times percy had asked them about you. he told them to make sure you got proper care since he couldn’t be the one to do so. you knew he’d be happy to see you getting dressed to leave.

“y/n? you coming?” your sister had asked you. it was just about to be lunch.

“mhm. give me one moment.” the mirror showed you what you had dread seeing. heavy purple bags laid under your eyes. your cheeks seemed hollow. people would argue that you couldn’t be sad since you broke up with him, but they didn’t understand. you and percy were—by definition—joined at the hip. you did everything together. now the color had been drained out of usually exciting things.

“any day now.” you joined your sister at the doorframe, stepping out into the sun. the aroma of camp consumed your senses, putting you at a momentary state of ease. this ended soon as you felt the formalist presence of a certain brunette boy. his aura was contagious. you could feel him radiating half way across the world. however, he was unusually dull. turning around, you finally came face to face with percy.

“i. . . uh. . . hi, ang—y/n. didn’t see ya there.” even in the awkward atmosphere, he still managed to bring your shoulders down and your brows to relax.

“mhm. . .” you didn’t truly speak, scared of what would leave your mouth. you quickly turned back around and began to shuffle away. percy hand caught your wrist in record time.

“can we, ya know, talk? i don’t think i got to say my piece when everything went down.” he kept his hand on your skin, goosebumps trailing up your arm at the feeling. you ripped you arm away as if the touch had burned you.

“now’s not a great time.”

“okay, well, when is a good time?” he shifted on his heels

“sometime. . . other. . . than now?” you said, though it sounded more like a question to both of you.

“what happened?” he questioned, an exasperated look coming over his features.

“what?” you asked.

“to us! what happened to us? i mean. . .fuck, y/n. i was in love with you. scratch that. i am in love with you. and im trying really, really hard to respect your decision. but how can i? how can i walk past you every single day knowing im so beyond in love with you that i can’t even function? i cant even think about battle anymore. it’s you. you occupy every thought from the moment i wake up to the moment i fall to sleep. it’s painful.”

“it’s for the best.” you whispered.

“bullshit! i think you’re just scared!” his volume increased, causing other campers to turn in your direction.

“lower your voice, percy.” you smiled at everyone, hoping they would stop listening. “like i said, this really isn’t a good time.” you left soon after those words left your mouth, not allowing him any time to protest.

“y/n!” he called after you. you simply pretended not to hear it as you re-entered your cabin, slamming the door behind you.

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EPOXYSHİNE - DRAGON+ (5)

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Epoxy Flake Floor

If you're looking for a versatile and aesthetically pleasing flooring option, epoxy flake floor is an excellent choice. This type of flooring combines the durability of epoxy with the decorative flair of colored flakes, creating a unique surface that's both functional and attractive.

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Flake flooring is an innovative and versatile flooring solution that combines aesthetics with durability. One of the defining features of flake flooring is its unique blend of colorful chips or flakes that are embedded into a clear epoxy base. This method not only enhances the visual appeal of the floor but also provides a strong, long-lasting surface that can withstand heavy foot traffic and wear.

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Paint-Stained Promises -Fluff-

Spencer Reid x Artist!Reader

Credit to @drowning-rabbit their head-cannons was the only thing that made this possible!Please go follow and like their posts!

Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid never expected to find love amidst the chaos of profiling criminals and chasing shadows. But when he meets you, a free-spirited painter with a penchant for covering yourself—and your apartment—in splashes of color, his life begins to shift in ways he never imagined. From quiet evenings spent as your muse to secret notes tucked into his lunch bag, Spencer discovers a kind of intimacy and joy that feels as brilliant and messy as your art.

Warnings:

Fluff Overload: This story is heavy on romance, intimate moments, and playful teasing.

Mild Embarrassment: Expect Spencer to be adorably awkward and flustered in social situations.

Team Banter: Includes friendly teasing, nosy colleagues, and found-family dynamics.

Themes of Vulnerability: Emotional intimacy and personal growth are central to the story.

Mentions of Profiler Work: While the story focuses on romance, it references Spencer’s work with the BAU, which involves criminal profiling (no graphic details).

Reader Discretion: Ideal for fans of soft, romantic fanfiction and anyone who loves a good balance of humor, love, and heartwarming moments.

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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting soft, golden streaks across the room. You’re perched cross-legged on the floor in front of your easel, a brush tucked behind your ear and smudges of cerulean and ochre streaking your hands and cheeks. The smell of turpentine and acrylic paint mingles with the faint scent of lavender from the candle flickering on the windowsill.

Every piece of furniture within paint-splash radius has been meticulously wrapped in cling film. Your living room looks like a scene from a crime drama—a precautionary measure after the last time you accidentally turned the couch into a canvas.

The familiar jingle of keys in the lock pulls your attention.

“Spencer!” you call out, not looking away from your painting. “Be careful where you step! It’s chaos in here!”

“I noticed,” he says, stepping inside. His voice, soft and amused, makes your chest flutter.

You glance over your shoulder to find him standing in the doorway, his bag slung over one shoulder, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. His sweater vest is slightly askew, and his hair, as always, has that artful messiness to it that makes your fingers itch to sketch him.

He sets his bag down, tilting his head as he takes in the scene. “I assume the cling film is for… protection?”

“Exactly,” you reply, gesturing with your brush. “I’m not cleaning paint off the sofa again. And before you ask—yes, I learned my lesson last time.”

His laughter, soft and genuine, fills the space between you. He crosses the room, carefully stepping over paint tubes and discarded sketches, and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

“Missed you,” he murmurs.

You smile, the warmth of his presence already sinking into your skin. “Missed you too. But hold that thought—I need you to sit still for me.”

Spencer raises a brow. “Sit still?”

“Yep. I’m drawing you,” you announce, dragging a chair into the light. “Here. Sit. Read. Don’t move too much.”

He hesitates for only a second before complying, pulling a book from his bag and settling into the chair. He’s used to this by now—the spontaneous bursts of inspiration that seize you at the oddest times.

You watch him as he opens the book, his long fingers flipping through the pages with practiced ease. He adjusts his glasses, and the golden light catches on the frames, making him look like something out of a Renaissance portrait.

“You’re staring,” he says, not looking up.

“You’re pretty,” you reply without missing a beat, grinning when you catch the faint blush creeping up his neck.

Your brush moves almost of its own accord, capturing the curve of his jaw, the way the light dances in his hair. You’ve drawn him a hundred times before—in little doodles on post-it notes, in margins of notebooks, on scraps of paper that find their way into his pockets and desk drawers. But there’s something about this moment, the quiet intimacy of it, that feels different.

Every now and then, Spencer’s brow furrows or his lips twitch as he reacts to whatever he’s reading.

“Stop that,” you tease, smacking his arm lightly with the handle of your brush.

“Stop what?”

“Reacting. You’re ruining the pose.”

He looks up, feigning innocence. “You want me to be an unfeeling statue?”

“Yes. Just for a little while.”

He shakes his head, but the smile on his face betrays him. “You know I can’t help it. This chapter is fascinating.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Fine. But keep the dramatics to a minimum.”

You lose track of time, the rhythm of your brushstrokes and the sound of Spencer turning pages creating a kind of harmony. Occasionally, you catch him sneaking glances at you over the top of his book, his expression soft and adoring.

“Done,” you announce finally, stepping back to admire your work.

Spencer closes his book, setting it aside as he stands to join you. He leans over your shoulder, studying the painting.

“It’s beautiful,” he says, his voice tinged with awe. “You make me look better than I do in real life.”

“Liar,” you reply, nudging him with your elbow. “You’re perfect, and you know it.”

He laughs, pulling you into his arms. His sweater smells faintly of coffee and the library, and you sink into him, paint-stained hands be damned.

The next morning, you’re up early, packing his lunch like you always do. It’s a quiet ritual, one that’s become second nature. You slip a note into the bag—a quick sketch of a coffee cup with the words Stay caffeinated and brilliant scrawled beneath it.

When Spencer leaves for work, he’s none the wiser about the speck of glitter clinging to his sleeve or the faint smudge of yellow paint on his collar.

At the BAU, Derek Morgan squints at Spencer as he sits at his desk, pulling out a sleek new pen to sign some paperwork.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan says, leaning against the desk. “Where’d you get that pen? Looks fancy.”

Spencer freezes mid-signature, his ears immediately turning red. “It’s, uh… It’s just a pen,” he says quickly. “Not that fancy. Just—uh—a gift. From someone.”

“Someone, huh?” Morgan’s grin spreads slowly, his interest clearly piqued.

Spencer clears his throat, focusing intently on the paper in front of him. “It’s a practical pen. The ink quality is exceptional, and the dry time is virtually instantaneous. Which is important for someone who writes as much as I do. The weight and balance are also—”

“Spence.” Morgan cuts him off, laughing. “I’m not asking for a dissertation. Just tell me—who’s the someone?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Spencer stammers, the papers in his hands suddenly fascinating.

Morgan raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. “Is there a ‘someone’ in your life we should know about? Fancy pens, glitter on your clothes… you’ve been walking in here like you’ve got a whole secret world going on.”

Before Spencer can respond, Emily Prentiss spins her chair around, joining the conversation with a smirk. “Wait, wait, wait. Did you say glitter?”

“It’s subtle,” Morgan says, crossing his arms. “But it’s there. And now I want answers.”

Spencer looks like he’s considering fleeing, his wide eyes darting between them. “It’s… not important. Really. Can we get back to work?”

“Not important?” JJ chimes in from her desk, her expression far too curious. “Spence, you’re blushing. It’s definitely important.”

Rossi walks by at that exact moment, sipping his coffee. “Sounds like our resident genius is in love,” he says casually, earning a chorus of laughter from the team.

Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands. “Can we please not do this right now?”

Morgan claps a hand on his shoulder, grinning. “Come on, pretty boy. Who is she? Or he? Or they? Give us something.”

For a moment, Spencer hesitates. Then, with a resigned sigh, he mumbles, “Her name is… Y/N.”

The room falls silent for a beat before bursting into a flurry of exclamations.

“Y/N?” JJ asks, her smile soft. “You’ve been holding out on us, Spence!”

“Okay, but the glitter makes so much sense now,” Emily says, leaning back in her chair.

“Do they pack your lunch too?” Morgan teases. “Because you’ve been looking suspiciously well-fed lately.”

“Enough,” Spencer mutters, though the corners of his mouth betray him with a faint smile. “Yes, I’m… dating someone. Her name is Y/N. She’s an artist. And that’s all you’re getting.”

Morgan snorts. “Oh, we’re getting way more than that. This is just the beginning.”

Spencer shakes his head, but his blush deepens. As much as he protests, there’s an undeniable glow to him that the team can’t help but notice.

And while they tease him mercilessly, it’s clear that they’re thrilled for him—because Spencer Reid, their brilliant, awkward, kind-hearted genius, deserves all the love in the world.

And every night, when Spencer comes home to find you covered in paint with that familiar smile on your face, he’s reminded of just how lucky he is.

That night, Spencer steps through the door, his usual quietness replaced with an air of nervous excitement. His bag is slung over one shoulder, and there’s an extra gleam in his hazel eyes as he finds you standing at the kitchen counter, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands.

“Hey, genius,” you greet, not looking up as you stir. “How was work?”

“Uh…” He hesitates, and the sound of his bag hitting the floor grabs your attention.

You glance up, catching the telltale flush creeping up his neck. “What happened?”

“They… um…” He rubs the back of his neck, his voice softening. “They know.”

Your heart skips a beat, the spoon slipping from your fingers. “They know?”

“About us.”

You freeze for a moment, staring at him, before breaking into laughter. “What gave it away? The glitter, the notes, or the fact that you’ve been using pens too nice for a government salary?”

He cracks a sheepish smile, stepping closer. “Morgan asked about the pen, and I… may have overexplained.”

You laugh even harder, clutching the counter for support. “Oh, Spencer. Of course you did.”

His hands find your waist, steadying you as you catch your breath. “It’s not funny,” he mutters, though his lips are twitching with the hint of a smile.

“It’s hilarious,” you counter, looping your arms around his neck. “What did they say?”

“They were… amused,” he admits, his gaze dropping. “Morgan gave me a hard time, and JJ said it was sweet. Rossi just smirked like he already knew, and Emily—well, she asked if you’re the reason I’ve been smelling like lavender lately.”

You snort, shaking your head. “So, basically, they love it.”

His arms tighten around you, his forehead resting against yours. “They think I’m lucky,” he says softly. “And they’re right.”

Your breath hitches, the sincerity in his voice sending a wave of warmth through you.

“You are lucky,” you tease, brushing a paint-stained thumb against his cheek. “But so am I.

Later that evening, after dinner and a shared bottle of wine, you find yourselves on the couch, your legs draped across his lap. A sketchpad rests on the coffee table, abandoned in favor of the moment.

Spencer is reading again, his brow furrowing every now and then as he flips through the pages. You’re half-watching him, half-daydreaming, your heart full to bursting.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop teasing you?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

He doesn’t look up, but a small smile plays on his lips. “Probably not. But I don’t mind. They’re happy for me—for us.”

The words hang in the air, soft and certain, and you feel a lump rise in your throat.

“Come here,” you murmur, tugging gently on his arm.

He sets the book aside and shifts closer, letting you curl into his side. His hand comes up to cradle your head, his fingers threading through your hair.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words slipping out as naturally as a breath.

He freezes for a moment, his hand stilling against your hair. Then he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

“I love you too,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper.

It’s the first time he’s said it, and the weight of it settles over you like a warm blanket. You can see it in his eyes, the quiet reverence with which he holds those words—holds you.

You lean up to kiss him, your lips brushing against his in a way that feels like a promise. When you pull back, he’s smiling, his cheeks flushed and his eyes alight with something that looks a lot like forever.

Over the next few weeks, life settles into a new kind of normal. The team’s teasing becomes a regular occurrence, but Spencer takes it in stride, his quick wit and encyclopedic knowledge often leaving Morgan speechless.

You keep sending him off to work with lovingly packed lunches and scribbled notes, and he keeps coming home with faint traces of glitter on his clothes and stories that make your heart ache with pride and love.

One evening, as you’re sorting through your art supplies, you find a small stack of post-it notes tucked into one of your sketchbooks. They’re all doodles of Spencer—some detailed, others hastily drawn in moments of inspiration.

You gather them up and slip them into his desk drawer, smiling to yourself as you imagine him finding them later.

And when he does—when he texts you a picture of one with the caption You’re amazing—you know you’ll never get tired of loving him.

Because with Spencer, even the quiet, everyday moments feel extraordinary. And together, you’ve created something messy, colorful, and perfect—a masterpiece all your own.

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࿔📚*:･ crush on the teacher pt. 2 ࿔📚*:･

pairings: abby anderson x teacher fem!reader

synopsis: its date day and it goes way better than abby though

warnings: smut smut smut and more smut

a/n: i hope you enjoy! requests are open!!

after abby got home from her assignment but she was exhausted, they had been raided by seraphites by the FOB and abby had been hit hard. the headache killing her since she got hit and the couple of bruises and scratches on her body made her limp in agony back to her room. she sighed one she sat down and realized she still hadn’t told you about tomorrow. her room was a mess too, part of it wasn’t her fault. manny’s side was 10x worse, sighing she got up from her bed making her way to the sink. seeing the pile of dishes she groans knowing manny isn’t doing them, considering he’s off hooking up with that scientist he’s been talking about. as shes getting started there’s a knock on the door, she walks over thinking of all the people it could possibly be at 10pm. abby opens the door to reveal you in a simple silk robe some slippers and your hair up in a messy bun. her mouth agape she doesn’t even know what to say. you looked gorgeous.

“hey abs, i wanted to check up on you heard you ran into some seraphites.”

“oh um yeah today was rough, killed…a lot. um” there she goes again, a stuttering mess. “do you wanna um come in?” you nodded and abby let you in, looking around the room a little and noticing manny wasn’t there.

“are you alone?”

“um oh yeah manny’s with someone.”

“hmm.” you stayed silent for a second and taking in the room, you haven’t seen her room before and wanted to see all the details. “how are you feeling?” you continued.

“oh yeah im okay just sore, headache and some scratches.” you walked over to abby and put your hands on her face checking the damage.

“here do you have a med kit?” abby nodded going and grabbing the small health kit she had under her bed. you instructed her to sit on the bed as you sat basically on top of her. you grabbed a small rag next to her bed and her water bottle cleaning the big gash on her eyebrow, wiping the dried blood off. she cringes at the feeling and you apologize in a soft whisper of a tone. abby can’t believe you’re this close to her again, her breathing picks up a little and you can almost hear her heart beating out of her chest. you grab the needed supplies to patch up the cut.

“okay you’re all good to go.” you smiled at her and she was already feeling better.

“thank you i appreciate it.” you moved the small hair from her face and smiled.

“of course abs, i would want my date to be in one piece.” she chuckled and you both stared at each other for what felt like forever. you’ve never noticed how pretty her eyes were, the soft blue color they were. not spending too much time on staring you went and packed the supplies you took out and then asked if she had taken any meds.

“no not yet.”

“do you have any pain killers?” she nodded and pointed to the small cabinet by her bed, standing up and grabbing the meds you gave her some and made her take them.

“those should help ease up that headache.” she thanked you and you responded with a small kiss on her forehead.

“okay well its late and i don’t want to keep you from sleeping.” you started to get up and abby grabbed your hand to softly pull you back.

“well- you don’t have to leave now.”

“you gotta rest abs.” abby couldn’t believe was she was going to ask but she felt ballsy.

“could you stay until i fall asleep.” you smiled at her request, you were glad she was getting more comfortable with you. no matter what anyone says she is just a big teddy bear in need of some love.

“yeah of course honey.” abby’s face turned red as you called her honey, hoping this wasn’t a dream.

“lets get you in some pajamas and get you into bed okay?” she nodded and went and grabbed one of her sleep shirts she had lying around. she turned and took her shirt and bra off, seeing her back muscles as she did it. you felt like if you kept looking you’d start drooling. quickly looking away and going to fold the blanket on the couch trying to occupy yourself. she finished changing and your turned back around to see she was just in some boxers and a muscle tee, your eyes widened slightly feeling butterflies in your core. the size of her legs, her arms, just everything. you took a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding and walked back over to her.

“okay lay down okay get all comfy.” she nodded and laid down in bed, you crawled in next to her and placing her head on your lap and playing with her hair. her hair was so soft you felt addicted to the feeling of her hair in your hands. abby didn’t even realize what was happening she was just so tired, the feeling of you combing through her hair was lulling her to sleep. you quickly heard her soft snores and softly pulled away, she whined and turned over. you stopped and soon after you heard her soft snores again indicating she was asleep again. you wrote her a note and then walked back to your room to get ready for bed. gosh this girl was going to be the death of you.

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abby groaned hearing the door open and close, her body ached but nonetheless she sat up to see what it was.

“bueños dias abby, how was your night?” she groaned feeling the headache come back to her.

“it was fine, my head is killing me.”

“a little birdy told me you had a visitor…” abby’s eyes went wide and her face going red. who the hell told him?

“wh-what no.”

“then how come i know your little girlfriend came to patch you up?” abby groaned and covered herself with her blanket.

“shes not my girlfriend manny- how the fuck did you hear about this anyways.”

“her friend is the girl i have been seeing.” she really wished this wasn’t happening right now.

“whatever helps you sleep, anyways i’ve got to head out i have an assignment, don’t get too crazy!”

“wait wait!” he stopped just outside the door and stuck his head back in.

“can you stay somewhere else tonight…”

“is abby finally…getting some??”

“oh shut the fuck up.” abby pushed him back out the room hearing him laugh all the way down the hall. she groaned and turned back around pressing her back into the door. she had to start fixing up her room, as she was walking to change she saw your note. reading it she blushed at the xoxo by your signature. she sighed and got started. as abby was getting her room ready you had just gotten out of the gym working off the stress of this date. usually you didn’t get too nervous but this time was different, abby was different. its not that you hadn’t been with other girls before its just that abby made you nervous, even if she was stuttering half the time she talked. you had realized she never told you what time you two would be meeting up so you made your way to her room.

abby heard the knock and quickly ran over to answer it, revealing you again. your forehead was glistening with sweat, hair up in a ponytail, small spandex like shorts on and a t shirt that hugged your body. abby was speechless once again.

“hey abs i wanted to come and see what time you wanted to meet up and where!” how could abby forget, she never even told you ugh.

“oh shit right, how’s 6? we can meet here i have some stuff planned here for us. nothing too um fancy…oh and don’t eat dinner ill have uh something for us.”

“okay sounds good abby see you later!” you walked away and abby couldn’t help but look at your butt, shaking her head and shaming herself she went back to her cleaning.

once you got back to your room it was about 4 pm so you had a quick shower and started to get ready. you wanted your life to be as normal as possible so you had asked owen to help make you a vanity with a giant mirror you had found in an old warehouse by the stadium. you had learned how to make most of your makeup and had friends find some hair supplies for you on supply runs. you sat at your vanity in nothing but your silk robe. you were so lucky that your friends found the perfect things for you.

you had finished getting ready and couldn’t for the life of you figure out what you wanted to wear. the time being 5:45 you didn’t want to be late. you were stressed, to say the least. you grabbed the prettiest bra and panties you had, i mean you never know, you gotta be prepared. you put on one of your cute skirts and a simple fitted t-shirt. you had made some chocolate strawberries for abby, you didn’t know what you were thinking this felt so silly but figured not to just waste it. grabbing the small tupperware and rushing out the door.

abby was freaking out, she didn’t know if this was too much or not enough. she had a blanket laid out on the floor by the window, she had tried to make a fancy spread, with a shitty cafeteria steak and mashes potatoes. she wanted them to watch the stars, it felt cheesy but she wanted this date to be the best you’ve ever had. rushing around the room doing last minute things to make everything look good for you. abby had on some jeans and a simple but fancier type t-shirt, she really didn’t have much. whilst freaking out she heard the faithful knock on the door, she knew it was you. taking a deep breath she opened the door.

you were the most nervous you had ever felt on a first date, tapping your foot waiting for abby to open the door. you heard her footsteps walk towards the door and stop for a second before hearing a breath and the door opened. abby noticed you had a little bit more makeup on than usual, your hair was curled and you had one her favorite perfume you wore. you went in for a hug greeting her, the vanilla scent radiating off your body, abby felt addicted she didn’t want to move but you pulled away snapping her back into reality.

“can i come in?”

“right right sorry come in.” walking into the room it was dark with string lights around the railings, you gasped as you saw what she had set up. a blanket laid on the floor with pillows around it, candles around and to plated dinners.

“oh you don’t like it, shit of course not its super cheesy and stupid and i should’ve done-“ you stopped her from going on.

“no abs its perfect no one has ever done this for me.” her face lit up at your words.

“are you sure because i can fix it and do something else-“ you put your hand on her face and she stopped talking.

“abby it’s everything i could’ve asked for.” you rubbed your thumb on her cheek and gave her a small peck on her cheek pulling away and walking towards the blanket sitting down.

“come sit silly! would hate to waste this time we have.” abby was in real deep.

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you guys had gotten comfortable with each other, you had finished dinner and were just talking about anything and everything. abby had gotten comfortable she wasn’t nervous anymore, she hadn’t stuttered or made a fool of herself. you two were having a really great time. abby got her hands on some wine so you two had loosened up due to the alcohol and gotten closer to each other, psychologically. you had your body laid against her while you two talked, abby had her arms around you running her hands up and down your arms. you couldn’t stop thinking about her arms, how firm they were and how soft her hands felt. the alcohol really bringing out a different side of you.

“do you want to try the strawberries i made for us!.” you jumped up to grab the small tupperware of them. opening the box you grabbed one and fed it to abby. locking eyes you both felt the tension between you two it felt like the time just completely stopped as she took the bite. pulling the strawberry away and taking a bite after her, slowly taking the bite as if you were in some sexy commercial. you closed your eyes as took the bite and softly moaned taking your time to eat it. abby felt vicious almost, seeing you in front of her with your back arched eating the strawberry and the soft moan you let out. she wanted to hear more of where that came from.

“can i please kiss you?” abby said in a hushed tone and you nodded frantically.

“i thought you’d never ask.” abby crashed her lips into yours grabbing your face and bringing you closer to her. she pulled you into her lap, straddling her you grabbed onto her hair and she moaned into your mouth. the kiss was rushed both of you wanting to feel each other. abby grabbed onto your thighs pulling you as close as possible to her chest as she could, wanting to feel you pressed up against her. you placed your hands on her hips where her shirt ended, grabbing the fabric wanting to take it off. pulling away you had whispered a desperate ‘want this off’ and pulled off her shirt. as you two were pulled away she pulled your shirt off as well and going back to kiss you. abby had taken off your bra with one hand and the other holding your thigh. she pulled away to get a good look at you.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” you blushed at the compliment feeling her pull away and start to kiss down your neck. you moaned out feeling her kiss your neck and softly bite your skin. she loved hearing you moan out especially because it was from her doing. abby picked you up and placed you down lightly on the floor, you squeaked at the feeling of being picked up. abby wanted to eat you out, she was determined to make you feel the best you had ever felt. her hands taking your breasts into her hands and massaging them, hearing you whine and start to beg for more. the kisses trailing down to your breasts, she ran her thumb over your nipple making you shutter.

“please abby i want to feel you on me.”

“how baby tell me.” abby did not know how she was being so confident with you, probably the alcohol.

“i want your tongue abby please.” this was the most desperate you had ever felt for someone, abby was making you feel so good even if she hadn’t even done anything.

“tell me where baby.” you whined at her asking, you felt shy and didn’t want to say it out loud.

“come on tell me.” her voice soft, you whined again knowing you’ll have to just say it.

“i want you to eat me out, i want your tongue on me please.” abby felt her core tighten hearing you say that, she didn’t know this would ever be happening. abby kissed down your body worshipping every inch of you until she was face to face with your core. she looked up at you for approval even though you had given her an answer already loud and clear. she slid your skirt down your legs and started to run her thumb up and down your cunt over your panties. you inhaled sharply and arched your back.

“you’re so wet, is it all for me?” you nodded aggressively, and moaned out as she ran her tongue down your cunt tasting you. she moaned into your core loving the way you tasted on her tongue, she was addicted. abby took off your panties and didn’t waste any time to put her tongue on you, running her tongue up and down your cunt starting out slow. you moaned out feeling her tongue slowly make its way down your pussy greedily sucking up all the wetness, her hands making their way to hold your legs up above her head. abby flicked her tongue on your clit loving the way you squirmed underneath her. she started sucking on your clit and you loved it, arching your back and moaning out her name.

“fuck abby it feels so good.” she moaned into you feeling you grip her hair harder. her finger made its way to down to you hole and inserting one finger to start. all that could be heard was slurping from abby and your moans filling the room, you didn’t care who could hear, you wanted abby to know how good she was making you feel.

abby had one goal in mind and it was to make you cum. she got more aggressive with it, licking and sucking all she could almost as if she was making out with your cunt. her jaw was starting to feel sore but she didn’t care. your squirming increased with her speed as you started to feel sensitive and was slightly pushing her head away. she didn’t listen though and wanted you to cum on her mouth. abby swore she could just cum to this.

“abby please don’t stop it feels so fucking good!” abby’s grip tightened on your thighs making you sharply inhale at the slight pain her grip caused but loving the feeling. abby pulled away to focus on her fingers, inserting another and pumping in and out of you. the utterly pornographic sound coming from your cunt just showcasing how wet you were.

“you like that baby?” abby kissed your thighs while so aggressively pumped her fingers inside of you.

“yes s-so so much abs.” abby moved up to kiss you, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“i-im so close abby please.” she kissed you once more and made her way back down to your core, going back to aggressively eating you out to get you to your climax. the feeling of her tongue and finger at the same time get you right to your climax and you’re seeing stars, grabbing at anything you could.

“im gonna cum abby fuck!” you were basically screaming at this point, cumming all over her tongue. she kept going feeling you push her away but that didn’t stop her. feeling tears at the corners of your eyes, you were so sensitive. you had came so hard you felt like you had blacked out.

abby finally pulled away and pulled her fingers out of you, rubbing her hands against your thighs trying to help you calm down from your high. abby’s face completely covered in your cum and her own spit, she wiped her mouth just enough and made her way back up to you. you were trying to catch your breath feeling your legs start to shake from being held up. she started to caress her hand on your cheek.

“are you okay ? i didnt go too far right? do you need anyth-“ you shushed her with your lips, kissing her softly to confirm you were doing more than okay. pulling away you smiled up at her, the high of your climax slowly coming down.

“you’re okay-“

“yes abs im more than okay if anything.”

“how did i do?” you looked at her a little shocked.

“it was amazing abby, like the best i’ve ever felt.”

“oh good i was so worried-“ you put your hand on her cheek, nicely shushing her.

“abby i loved every second of it i promise.” you gave her a peck on the lips and she blushed, going right back to the nervous abby she was before. abby stood up to grab you a wet rag to help you clean yourself up.

“so um do you want to maybe stay the night? its okay if not-“

“were you going to just kick me out?” abby thought she completely fucked this up.

“no no thats not what i meant i just wanted to ask be-“

“abs im kidding- of course ill stay.” you started to put your underwear back on and realized that you didn’t want to wear the same shirt you did to bed.

“do you have a shirt i can borrow?” abby nodded and went to go grab you one of her sleep shirts, she had a lot that were regular tank tops that she wore to bed so she gave you one of those. you threw that on and abby sucked in a breath seeing the side of your boob poking out as if you both didn’t just have sex. abby shook it off and started to clean up the floor.

“do you maybe want to watch a movie? you can choose!” you agreed excitedly running to abby’s dvd collection to see what she has, you went with matilda. this was one of your favorites, you had seen it about a million times. running over to her tv throwing it into the dvd player and joining abby on the bed. abby was sitting up with her legs out so you laid next to her with your head on her chest. abby back to her awkward self felt like she didn’t know if she should say anything to you or leave the night unsaid. before she could even say anything you seemed to be fast asleep, she peeked above you and saw you were completely out. smiling at you falling asleep on her chest, abby was in way deep in love even.

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed ! i apologize if my smut isn’t amazing- let me know what you think!

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Make Him Pay

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Trauma, mentions of abuse, couple of swear words, some fluff

Word Count: 2.5K-ish

Summary: You are in the process of trying to heal from a past relationship with a man who was verbally abusive and somewhat violent. Billy is doing his best to help you.

A/N: So I know it’s been a minute since I’ve written for Billy. I hope you like it and a shout out to @prompts-and-circumstance I used a couple of your prompts “She flinches when I reach for her face. If I ever find out who did that to her, I won’t hold back.” And “Remember this sunrise. You won’t live to see another.”

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The wine glass fell in slow motion, like a snow flurry, but crashed to the floor like a turbulent avalanche and scattered across the kitchen floor. Glittering in the dim lights, the chips of glass were peppered everywhere.

Horrified, you were frozen in place and didn’t want to move on account of your bare feet but Billy put you at ease by gently draping his arm across your body and telling you not to move.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ll clean it up…don’t want you getting cut now, do we.” He said with a perfect smile.

Billy retrieved the broom and dustpan and began to sweep up the broken glass. You had hand washed them and while you were drying one, it slipped from your grip and before you knew what was happening, it was in pieces at your feet.

“Billy, I am SO sorry! It slipped…I-I’m s-sorry! I’ll replace it, I swear.” You said, nervously.

With your hands resting at your sides, you felt your hands begin to shake and your heart start to race. It was beating rapidly inside your chest, and felt like it would explode at any moment. Little beads of sweat formed on your brow as you tried to stop yourself from shaking uncontrollably.

“No need, beautiful. I’ve been meaning to buy new ones anyway. You did me a favor.” Said Billy.

Protectively, you immediately put your hand up as a reflex when he reached for your face to try and comfort you. Catching his hand in yours, you closed your other hand over his and tried to smile and distract him.

“I really am sorry, Billy.” You said, as tears stung the back of your eyes.

He knew that look well. The look of someone who’s been hurt, possibly by someone who claimed to love you, by a narcissist who blamed everyone else for their failures except themselves, and takes zero responsibility for their actions.

Oh yeah, he knew that look.

Slowly, he moved his hand toward your face and gently wiped the tear away from your cheek. He deliberately did it very slowly so as to not scare you or cause you to flinch just as you did the same for him. Billy didn’t really like you touching his face either but he was more open to the idea as your relationship progressed.

You knew it wouldn’t happen overnight and you were getting help for the emotional pain you had because of him but your fight or flight responses still happened just not as often.

And Billy was a big reason why it happened less frequently.

No one had ever made you feel safer, more loved, or understood what you have been through more than Billy did. He did not like talking about his past but if it helped you talk about yours, then he was willing to share more than he ever had before.

The only thing you hadn’t told him was your ex’s name. He didn’t need to know, but mostly, you were afraid of what he might do if he knew.

“Sweet girl, I told you, it’s ok. Now I’m gonna lift you and set you on the counter so you don’t get cut.” Billy said with a warm smile.

Before moving his hands down to your waist, Billy looked down at you with his eyes that were the color of wells of ink. You were thinking that if you looked hard enough into his endless brown eyes, they might tell you all of his deepest darkest secrets. But he distracted you by gently pressing his lips to yours, still faintly tasting like red wine and marinara sauce.

Billy finished cleaning the broken glass, went over every inch of the kitchen to make sure he didn’t miss any and even took out the vacuum to really make sure.

He was so sweet. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you and he did everything he could to prove to you that you deserved love, not ridicule.

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The first time Billy had reached for your face to cup your cheeks, you shied away from him and briefly shut your eyes. He thought maybe it was a one-time thing and he just caught you off guard but when it happened again, he just knew someone had hurt you.

The flared nostrils, the way his lips pulled back to expose clenched teeth, and the way his jaw tensed even before you started to speak…you knew he was beyond angry.

Billy listened intently as you told stories of your ex. His knuckles were white as he tightly gripped the glass with his bourbon in it, muscles stiffened as you told him story after story, but he was surprised to hear that your ex had never put his hands on you.

He only threatened to, acted like he was going to, and came close to doing so only to abort at the last minute and punch the wall or kick the door. He threw things though…a lot. He broke glasses, dishes, and anything small enough that he could grip in his hands and throw in your direction.

That was his favorite thing to do.

You didn’t stick around long enough for him to graduate to physical violence but it was long enough to leave you with scarring that wasn’t visible on the outside. Your heart was snow flaked with tiny cuts, each one a little deeper than the last, from every time he lost his temper.

In the softly filtered glow of the fire light, Billy spoke in a wicked hissing whisper and his face darkened with rage.

“Do you swear to me, he never hit you?” Growled Billy.

You swallowed hard before you replied, “I promise you, he never laid a finger on me, Billy. He didn’t have to. His threats and violent behavior scared me enough. And with the violence and the threats, came the empty apologies afterwards.”

Billy replied, “I should make him pay for what he did to you.”

As you placed your hand against his chest, you leaned forward to delicately place a kiss against his lips and said, “He will pay…sooner or later. He will, baby.”

Your words seemed to soothe him a little and calm the anger that coursed through his veins. You felt his body relax under your touch as he slowly snaked his arms around you and pulled you into a tender embrace.

Every little cut on your heart was a reminder that you had every right to get revenge. He should pay for every time he broke the glass in a picture frame, put a hole in the wall with his fist, or kicked the door in if you were taking too long in the bathroom.

Revenge would definitely be freeing but actually carrying it out would be immoral which you knew Billy didn’t care about that. He had done a lot of immoral things and smiled like a Cheshire cat while he did it.

Billy knew it wouldn’t fix everything but it would make him feel better, not powerless which he hated more than anything especially when it came to you.

But he could try and all he needed was a name.

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You strived to just feel normal again so that’s why you liked going to get drinks with Frank Castle and his wife, Maria. It was a standing weekly date and you really enjoyed unwinding from the week and their company.

As you sat and chatted with Maria, Billy and Frank went up to the bar to get more drinks where they had a conversation of their own.

“…And how is that going? She still a little, uh, jumpy?” Frank asked.

Billy took a sip of his beer and replied, “She flinches when I reach for her face, Frankie. If I ever find out who did that to her, I won’t hold back.”

“She won’t tell ya, huh?” Said Frank.

Billy said, “She said it’s not important because he’s not in her life anymore and she just wants to concentrate on feeling ‘normal’ again.”

Frank took a sip of his beer.

“But you can’t let it go, can ya Bill.” Frank said.

“Would you be able to?” Asked Billy. “If someone hurt the person you love most, would you?”

Frank pressed his lips together in a straight line, shook his head, picked up Maria’s drink as Billy picked up yours and headed back to the table.

He knew the answer to that, he just didn’t want to say it out loud.

While enjoying another round, you suddenly heard a laugh you hadn’t heard in a long time. It was menacing, almost evil sounding which caused your body to seize and stiffen like a statue and you felt all of the color drain from your face.

You knew who that laugh belonged to.

Thankfully, he was across the bar and with the dim lighting, you didn’t think he could see you but you’d rather not take that chance.

Billy felt you tense up immediately.

“What is it, sweet girl? What’s wrong?” Asked Billy.

You leaned over and replied into his ear, “Can we go, please?”

Billy looked across the bar and somehow knew which one he was. Your ex was a large brick wall of a man, strong, and arrogant.

You pleaded with Billy to leave the bar, to not even make eye contact with him, and try and slip out, unnoticed. There was no explanation needed as both Frank and Maria knew what had happened to you.

Before leaving the bar, Billy whispered something in Frank’s ear. Frank nodded, the two of you escaped the bar undetected, and headed home.

“What did you say to Frank?” You asked.

Billy replied, “I just told him I’d pay him for the drinks after we get home. That’s all, sweet girl.”

Now that Billy has actually seen your ex’s face, you may have a harder time keeping his identity a secret. Maybe he didn’t get a good look at him, the bar lights were in his way, or he didn’t know which one you were looking at. But if you knew anything about Billy, it was he didn’t give up, always remained determined, and always got what he wanted.

And he wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe again.

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A Few Weeks Later: Billy’s POV

The frigid winter air stung the exposed skin on your face as the cold infiltrated your entire body. It was going to take some time before you could get warm again.

You hated lying to her, told her last night that you had to work late and so you would just see her later tomorrow morning but it was easier to set up on the rooftop at night while the city was mostly asleep.

During the very early morning hours, the city sounds were elevated, very clear, and unmistakable. Car alarms, police sirens, people stumbling over glass bottles on the sidewalk underneath you…they all sounded like they were right next to you as you waited patiently for any movement in the apartment across the street.

Your mind drifted to y/n, to the paper that Frankie brought you after he found out who he was and his laundry list of crimes he’s committed. His name is Arthur Lennon and by his name alone, you knew why she didn’t want you to know it.

Fired from a couple of jobs because of his anger, Arthur Lennon added court ordered anger management and assault and battery to his resume. He nearly beat a man to death that had accidentally spilled beer on his boots in a bar and then decided to take a couple of swings at the arresting officer before being tased a few times.

But when you found out he had seen her that night while out with you and then followed her home from work a couple of days later, your blind rage could not be contained. Arthur said he missed her and could easily get rid of you so they could be together again. That was when your mind was made up and you were going to kill him.

You had told Frankie, “I won’t be threatened…ever again, Frankie. And I’ll die before I let anyone threaten her either. The world would be a better place without him in it.”

Frank replied, “Leave your phone with me and lemme know if you need anything else.”

Frank was a good friend.

The sun would be coming up soon.

You’ve had Arthur followed for the past two weeks, someone watching his every movement, where he goes and at what times…exact times like what time he gets up in the morning. And how he drinks his coffee in front of the window as the sun starts to rise.

“He won’t even feel it, be dead before he hits the floor. And good fuckin’ riddance.” You thought to yourself.

The sky was just starting to brighten; the fluffy clouds above were lined with a lavender hue as the morning winter sky began to turn pink with the sun breaking the horizon.

Camouflaged, your rifle rested on the ledge of the building directly across from his. The rooftop was comfortable compared to some of the surfaces you were forced to sleep on overseas and you had learned to sleep anywhere whenever you needed to.

This was child’s play.

Covered in black from head to toe, you focused your weapon on the window, and waited for him to appear. It should be soon.

You could feel the sun warming your backside as it started to appear on the opposite side of the building. Laser focused, you needed him to show his face soon before the glare would become too much.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. He’ll never bother you again.” You whispered.

You wondered if y/n was awake yet; she was very much a morning person, loved to get up early and make coffee for the two of you but she would have to enjoy her coffee alone this morning.

You had a mission to accomplish.

A large figure with tousled hair and sleepy eyes slowly moved into your line of sight, a cup of coffee in his hand, and almost a smug look on his face like he was trying to figure out how he was going to ruin someone’s day today.

Your blood boiled just seeing his face again but this will be the last time you’d have to lay eyes on him. Carefully, Arthur brought his hot coffee up to his lips, and took the last sip of coffee he’ll ever have.

Through gritted teeth, you growled, “Remember this sunrise, Arthur. You won’t live to see another.”

As Arthur swallowed his coffee, you watched his throat move up and down, almost like it was in slow motion, felt the corners of your mouth curl up into a sinister smile, and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Your target was dead and y/n was finally free. No more run-ins and no more looking over her shoulder; maybe she can really start to heal now.

You’ll be home in time to enjoy coffee with her after all.

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PAC Pick a Picture: Yes or No (or Maybe) 💚💙💜

Hey y'all, I'm back in time for the end of May with another pick a card reading. I thought that since it's been almost a year since my last yes or no reading, that now would be a good time to do my second one. Today, perhaps because of the last day of Mermay in part, I'm inspired by the colors green and blue (and some purple thrown in). I'll be using Mermaid Tarot for this reading. 🌎🧜‍♀️

Below, there are 12 images for you to choose from in a random color assortment, from left to right. Take a deep breath, pause, and relax all tension in your body before deciding what your question is. There are a lot of piles to choose from, so if you have a lot of questions, feel free to select them one at a time and read in any order you want.

Pile 1 - Hot Air Balloon Pile 2 - Peacock Tail Pile 3 - Plumbago Flowers (Light Blue) Pile 4 - Azurite Pile 5 - Grass Field Pile 6 - Lily Pad Pile 7 - Damselfly Pile 8 - Gentian Flowers (Dark Blue) Pile 9 - Blueberries Pile 10 - Blue Jay Pile 11 - Butterfly Pile 12- Mountain Bluebird

apologies for the misalignment in pics; this stock photo collage was initially for fun

Pile 1 - Hot Air Balloon

IX Hermit, 9 of Swords, 6 of Swords, XIII Death; 24 - Heal Thyself, 15. Adrift in Shallow Water

This pile is a No. You may be wanting to move forward with something, but the energy I'm picking up on is too closed inward and focused on the worst possible outcomes. You may need to detach from the situation if a decision is called for. Answers will more likely come to you when you are given the quietude and privacy needed to listen to your inner guidance system. It knows a lot more than it may let on, but you won't be able to hear it amidst the chaos.

"Take a few deep breaths and reconnect to your inner peace." This card is talking about using mindfulness to recenter the self. It is very difficult to make important decisions and move forward from a place of anxiety. Things are more likely to move in the direction you desire when you make plans from a calm and positive outlook. Once you're fully ready to move on, the tides will turn for you.

Pile 2 - Peacock Tail

4 of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, 6 of Cups, 7 of Pentacles; 13 - Awareness, 5. Change Direction With Ease

For you, this is a big Maybe. Your reading starts with two 4 cards which can indicate a state of stagnancy and lack of motion. With 6 of cups, you may be more focused on what's happened before than what could happen next. Remember that cycles don't always repeat themselves perfectly and giving something another go can reap potential success if you put in the proper dedication for it.

"You may be in for a surprise." 4 of Cups can talk about unforeseen surprises around the corner, so if you're able to keep your mind more ahead into the present and future rather than the past, you may be prepared to catch this surprise. This surprise could be the key to allowing things to flow through to a more desired resolution. Stay present for what's to come.

Pile 3 - Plumbago Flowers

XIX The Sun, XVIII The Moon, 3 of Cups, Queen of Cups; 7 - Clear Aura, 49. Be Insightful and Established

So this is a definite Yes with the Sun card coming out first! But then the Moon card popped up, which definitely surprised me. This combo doesn't often happen a lot! I think with this particular yes, you may be very excited to jump the gun and celebrate. But the Moon wants to remind you that as alluring as it may be to throw caution in the wind, it's important to keep your emotions leveled and even keeled. Your friends or community may also be affecting the choice or outcome; never mind their energy and stay true to what's in your own cup. Your intuition will guide you.

"Ground and realign your energy." Give yourself a clean fresh head start and look before you leap into anything. Lighten yourself from heavier energies. Make decisions from a place of solid reason rather than through the emotional frenzy that may surround you.

Pile 4 - Azurite

4 of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 2 of Cups, 5 of Pentacles; 14 - Grace, 42. Gentle Moderation

This pile is a very likely No. When I drew these cards, it was like rapid fire. All these cards came out at once. I feel there may be a lot of impatience, especially with the 4 of Pentacles. You may feel you've been waiting too long for something to come to fruition and you may be getting frustrated by the lack of results. With Page of Swords and 2 of Cups, I sense that there is an important lesson you must grasp before you can move ahead with this. It may have to do with communicating to your partner, friend, or coworker, or even asking for assistance.

"Take your time." Time is greatly emphasized in this pile. Before I drew this card and I saw Grace, I thought, "grace period." So you may be in or soon getting a grace period which will allow you to have the ability to ease back and think carefully about how you want to go forward. I get that it sucks when things don't show up when we've desire it for so long, but the cards want to remind you that you have more time than you think to get the results you're after.

Pile 5 - Grass Field

Knight of Pentacles, 8 of Cups, I Magician, 9 of Swords; 30 - Practical Intuition, 5. Change Direction With Ease

This pile looks to be a No, for at least this moment. This is something that may take a while to accomplish, but because you may be holding on to something no longer needed, it could be taking longer than necessary. The Magician card wants to remind you of your power to take control of the situation. Do not listen to the fears that disguise themselves as your intuition. Practical Intuition is about grounding your psychic energy into the material world. Remind yourself that your intuition works for you, not against you. When you're able to let go of old fears and worries, you'll be able to step forward with more confidence.

"It is a time to reconsider what you are wanting." Take some time to get clear on your intentions before you work your magic. The more you paint your worries as being realistic, the more likely they are to become real. Use your intuitive gifts for your benefit. You are not powerless in this situation. But it's ultimately up to you to change how this will all play out!

Pile 6 - Lily Pad Page of Wands, III of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune, 8 of Swords; 9 - Self Acceptance, 29. Empower Yourself

This pile is a Maybe because I almost took out the World card after 8 of Swords. I think with this pile, you need to take account of who you are and what you're capable of doing. You may get this sense that things are totally out of your hands and up to the universe to decide, but the cards are advising you to not default to that reasoning with this question. While it's one thing to recognize when things are out of our hands, this should not be confused with helplessness.

"Allow yourself to be the strong, beautiful person you are capable of being." I'm getting that some of you may be really harsh on yourselves when things don't turn out right. But resorting to negative self talk when things go wrong and positive talk about the universe when things go right, is an imbalanced way of perceiving this. You are powerful, and this situation can resolve itself in part thanks to your efforts. But you must be kinder with yourself to see this power first.

Pile 7 - Damselfly

XIII Death, XI Justice, XVIII The Moon, Page of Wands; 13 - Awareness; 3. In the Light of the Moon

This pile is a No. Something must be done away with here, something must be remain in the past. This is something that needs to occur inevitably, even if it's hard. Whatever it is, things seem to not be going to plan. Ultimately, this No will be in your personal favor, though it doesn't seem that way right now, because letting go will set things into better balance. You may be feeling lost with this, uncertain of how to proceed. But you are gently being guided to your next chapter in life. It's okay if you are feeling down right now, allow yourself to process the emotions (even if you're feeling disconnected from emotion) by doing what you find enjoyable to you as this all unfolds.

I find it interesting how the full moon shows up three times in this reading. I find this magically significant. Do you by chance work with lunar magic, or do you simply follow your emotional energy closely as the moon waxes and wanes? The number 13 appearing twice is also to be noted here. I'm getting that this will have to do with some kind of specific timing, like 13 days from now, or on the 13th of a month. Pay attention to your dreams for further insight and clues. Don't be afraid to shed the old to welcome in the new. Even if this doesn't work out, you carry so much magical potential in you that whatever comes next will be nothing short of wondrously transformative.

Pile 8 - Gentian Flowers

King of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune, King of Cups; 25 - Truth, 42. Gentle Moderation

This is a likely Yes, but there are signs of some wavering here. The message I channeled was to be true to yourself no matter what decision you may take. You may be dealing with too many conflicting opinions weighing in on something that may be important mainly for you. I'm getting practical needs vs. emotional needs. You must come to your own conclusions about how much you'll factor in one need compared to the other. If you decide both that are important, then you will need to figure out how to get the two needs to cooperate.

"Pressure from others or yourself can be released by renegotiating what you are trying to accomplish." One King to hold the wheel, the other to hold the compass. You are both the guide and the driver of this choice. Once you come to conclusions about what your personal Truth is, let that be your map to a more harmonious outcome.

Pile 9 - Blueberries

XII Hanged Man, 5 of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, XV The Devil; 29 - Nurture, 26. Where You Need to Be

This pile is a No. I'm getting a lot of nervous energy from this pile, I'm needing to take my time and breathe between each card. It may help for you to also take time out and breathe deeply. This could be something that has been stressing you out, keeping you in limbo. This is your sign to take it easy. Be gentle with yourself. You're being asked to see the difference between needing to be patient for things to manifest, and needing to rely on your own energy to overcome this. But you cannot use that energy if you cannot see it for yourself.

"Have faith the Universe will take care of a current concern by providing the best possible outcome for all involved." Just because something doesn't turn out now doesn't mean it won't be for later. You're on the right path, don't let this temporary situation sway you. In the meantime, your current focus needs to be on personal self care. You must tend to your garden and provide yourself with the healing you need to take on the things that are within your grasp.

Pile 10 - Blue Jay

2 of Wands, Ace of Wands, King of Swords, IV The Emperor; 21 - Shadow Treasures, 7. Dancing in the Rainbow

This pile is a strong Yes. You got what it takes to see this through. There is a passion lighting up from within you, and by keeping your head high and focusing on the outcome you desire, you will be given the tools you need to succeed in this. But all this won't happen on its own. You are being asked to do a majority of the work and organizing needed to pull this off. This may be a solo effort for the most part. But rest assured that you got the motivation and integrity to do it right.

"Break free from whatever you feel is holding you back." Your mind, the King of Swords, may try to freeze this fiery passion by giving you reasons that it isn't plausible or reasonable. But the 2 of wands says "this and more." Release the dichotomy of being rational and enthusiastic and embrace both, for they both have gifts to offer.

Pile 11 - Butterfly

8 of Cups, Page of Wands, King of Cups, Page of Swords; 3 - Strength, 5. Change Direction with Ease

This one is a soft Yes. It seems like there is something you need to work through first, however. You may be feeling like you need to hone in on specific skills or internal resources for the best results. You need to be confident in yourself that something must fall away if you want to begin a new with something else. Make peace with where you are now and see that you have an inner reservoir of talent and ambitions to tap into.

"This is a time for change, shapeshifting, or your soul's evolution." There is something telling you that the next stage to come will help you grow and become more well rounded. You've already mastered the art of staying calm under the tension of seeking greater and greater heights, now it's time to play into your passions and find new ways to learn and expand your knowledge.

Pile 12- Mountain Bluebird

Knight of Cups, Six of Wands, XI Justice, VIII Strength; 6 - Freedom, 11. Persistent Drive

This one is a strong Yes. Now is the exact time to make the move. Try to visualize or imagine your most desired outcome, first. Which one makes the most sense to you. Which one utilizes your greatest strengths? Which one gives you the emotional freedom to pursue your goals while abandoning all restrictions from the past that still try to tie you down? And, last but not least, which one recreates that joyful spark that lights up the dreams within you? Step out into the world and don't be afraid of a little bit of risk.

"See what you desire and move toward that goal." Be completely sure of where you want to go or want to do next. Set a practical target, one that you can easily see. Take a calculated risk, but don't get cocky or too brash. If all goes well, stay humble and pass the good vibes on.

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[interneteclipse]

“modern! mizu hcs”

Okay finally becoming a BES writer after I convinced myself Mizu would sooooooo be a bassist. This is a combo of modern Mizu relationship hcs and band+uni hcs :3 warning, I hardly edited this because I'm tired. Also I WILL be taking Mizu requests

pairing: mizu x fem! reader

tags: domestic bliss…?, modern! au, bassist mizu, band! au, other characters mentioned 🗣️

Mizu is oddly good at home decorating? It’s not a hobby or interest of hers, in fact, she thinks her room is quite plain, but the cohesive colors and pretty decent-looking fake plants say otherwise. (She would love to buy real plants, but she frequently gets swept up with time to care for them properly.)

A lot of your apartment is decorated by her, but in the sense that you asked her if an item would work with house and she either liked or disliked it. She wouldn’t have really cared about shopping for home decor if not for you.

Mizu gets so upset when it’s hot out since she can’t go a day without wearing layers. The apartment (or her room at least) is cold 24/7 whether you like it or not

She tries to go grocery shopping with you as often as possible despite her lack of cooking abilities. Her memory is perfect, so you rarely ever need to make a grocery list! Plus, she likes doing simple things with you. Her childhood was chaotic, so the normalcy of shopping with someone she loves puts her at peace.

She survives off of snacks; it’s a terrible habit of hers, and she knows. It gets worse when either you’re not at home to cook, or she’s out somewhere else. Normally, she walks into the kitchen when she smells food or when you call for her, but she’ll completely forget to eat a real meal otherwise.

Though Mizu rarely (if not ever) has guests over, she makes sure your space and things are respected. If you’re out and your room door is open, she’ll close it. Any special glassware that you bought for personal use, like mugs? Nobody is allowed to touch them.

She’s gotten mad at Taigen for messing with your stuff before.

She isn’t much of a clean freak, but she’d prefer to have things kept orderly as often as possible. She enjoys splitting the chores with you, especially seasonal cleaning.

She’s extremely mindful of personal space. Even if she thinks you look adorable napping on the couch, the most she’ll do is kiss your face and fix your blanket. She’d love to join, really, but she’s afraid of waking you or making you uncomfortable. The last thing she wants to do is disrespect you.

She’s extremely touch-starved but doesn’t know how to make physical contact with you at first. She opened up when you first got together and started asking her for hugs, etc. Now, she loves the smallest of purposeful, or accidental touches, whether it’s brushing up against her, or her hand resting at your hip or waist while you’re out together.

Though you have separate rooms, you’ll sleep together on most nights (usually in your room– she finds your bed more comfortable, plus your room smells like you!)

The only time she heavily insists on staying in your rooms is if one of you gets sick, no exceptions. She hardly ever falls ill, but she’d rather not risk it. That doesn’t stop her from taking care of you, even if the only hot meal she can prepare is upgraded instant noodles or an easy, fool proof soup.

She has a horrible habit of making confining rules for herself, even if she’s on track with certain goals. You have to put hard work into easing her up to let her realize she has a lot more freedom than she thinks she has.

She doesn’t mind dates that you go out for, but she loves cute little dates at home. She doesn’t dislike showing you off, she just appreciates the private intimacy between you two. Even if she isn’t a great cook, she’s happy to help you measure or chop things while you talk.

Speaking of, acts of service is a huge love language of hers. If she can’t do something well, she’ll compensate for with something else that she’s better at to make your life easier.

"Band + Uni Hcs"

Mizu has a habit of not making herself visible on stage. It’s not completely intentional, but her usual spot on stage has harsher lights and this carries over to every single venue. The constant squinting was giving her headaches.

Following up with that, she’s so light-sensitive. It takes a good minute or two for her to adjust from a dark room to bright lights. At some point, she considered getting darker-tinted glasses but keeps putting it on the back burner.

She doesn’t dislike showing you off on stage, but she’d rather not be all the talk at school when it comes to your relationship. This doesn’t mean she lets your relationship go unnoticed though– she makes it very clear she’s taken and doesn’t participate in flirty behavior with any of the audience

Taigen however

The only reason she’s the band's bassist is because nobody else knows how to play. Taigen could play in theory, but he didn’t want to, plus, he thought bass was too easy.

He says that and can’t write a bassline like Mizu. He does write insane guitar solos though, and he can definitely make up something on the spot under pressure. That's actually how a couple of his solos were made.

Ringo is so good at budgeting that it’s genuinely impressive, but he’s not thrilled at how much of that budget cuts out good quality food to keep up with his uni payments. Luckily, Akemi made sure to let him know he was free to experiment with cooking at hers anytime! He's the only one with a spare key to her house. (more on that later)

Akemi knows how to play so many instruments, but none of which are typical band instruments. Her house has a pretty extensive collection of instruments, just no drums or electric string instruments aside from an electric harp. Her father didn’t really monitor her hobbies in her own house, so she played around with whatever piqued her interest first. She had been playing piano and koto since she was young, so she’s automatically the keyboardist (and vocalist,) but she pulls out an odd instrument here and there during a show for fun.

Taigen does have a podcast. The equipment was bought by Akemi with the hopes that he’d have a new hobby, but… sigh.

Ringo is an insanely good drummer, but he couldn't care less about having a music career. He agreed to join because all his friends were in a band– plus, they needed a drummer. Turns out, he’s a natural!

Mizu knows how to play drums too, and she’s great at it, but Ringo unintentionally disses her sometimes on her technique. He’s definitely said something like “Oh, wouldn’t it be easier to…?” She doesn't care much since she knows he means well. That does NOT stop her from continuing to catch accidental strays from him

Taigen and Akemi sort of live together? Akemi’s dad is a little sour about him not returning her home on time. That got his house key privileges revoked for three months. He’s welcome to stay by Akemi’s word, but she doesn’t keep a spare key for him, so he’ll have to be let in by her. Occasionally, he'll ask Ringo to let him in if he happens to be over to cook or practice at a different location, but if Akemis dad catches them, they're both getting an earful. That hasn't happened yet, luckily

Akemi has a couple of songs with a crazy keyboard solo that she has never in her life messed up. She worked through blood sweat and tears to perfect every solo she's written and has her muscle memory down.

Taigen is actually a really good guitarist, but he does make a fair amount of mistakes that he gets dogged on for– most mistakes being dropping his pick. He doesn’t really mess up chords, but a lot of their fans are waiting for that day to come (it'll never happen honestly)

Mizu could and does definitely show off on stage sometimes, but she won’t be pushed into doing a solo for the life of her.

Nobody can touch Mizus instruments except for you and Ringo (he’s a great bass and guitar tech somehow– he just has a lot of specific things he can pick up.)

Mizu, Taigen, and Akemi do separate gigs. Mizu does a little bit of everything– a lot of the bands she plays for are usually gothic rock or metal.

Ringo makes sure Mizu’s basslines can be heard with the drums while Taigen has a running joke of playing too loudly over her basslines during practice. Mizu isn't thrilled, to say the least.

Akemi gets extremely frustrated whenever she has mic problems. Honestly, she wouldn't mind a keyboard problem, but a mic problem is too much

Mizu’s bass wasn’t decorated until you came around– She wants something that reminds her of you on her instrument, so she had you make stickers of your lipstick print to slap on the body of her bass.

By no means are they a large band– they definitely are a local uni band that probably would get popular eventually, but nobody really cared enough about their popularity enough outside of their other hobbies

Speaking of, both Taigen and Mizu do Kendo

Akemi is a top-tier lyricist– she puts her interest in poetry to work ^_^

Taigen has an insanely expensive pedalboard along with a collection of pedals (From Akemis money)

Every day, Akemi considers using a keytar, but the music shops nearby don’t carry good quality keytars and she gets so upset when they aren’t comfortable enough to play.

Taigen has a set practicing schedule on his own, but he often gets held up with classwork. He also has a set sleep schedule but sometimes takes time out of rest to catch up with practice.

Eji tries to come to their shows, but he isn’t much of a fan of the noise level when it comes to live music. He doesn’t understand Mizu’s more alternative gigs, but he’s happy she’s able to get around. He used to lecture Mizu for not wearing earplugs to her shows when she first started performing.

Taigen and Akemi have their own shoegaze duet act together outside of the band– they're getting quite popular from that!

Mizu has written a few songs herself for fun after Akemi texted the group chat about a delay on lyrics due to writers block. She actually finished up recording those songs herself after you found her notes, and urged her to actually make and post those as songs.

[transosdd]

May we have a level 3 foodtive (food Introject) of your choosing, please?

𓎟𓎟 FOODTIVE ALTER PACK .ᐟ

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – strawberry, strawb, berry, cake

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 13-18

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – she/her, they/them, it/its, fluff/fluffs white/whites, sweet/sweets, candy/candies, berry/berries, fleur/fleurs, 🍰/🍰, 🧁/🧁, 🍓/🍓

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – fem-aligned, pawthing, strawberrygender, strawbcakepupgender, hypergender, rainbowcraystar, starbeadic, sprinklesjoyic, strawberrycushiongender, bakeradored

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – reciprosexual

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – hyperempathetic, comfortformed, stim holder

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – STRAWBERRY CAKE [FOOD]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – cupcakescentic, pinkbloodic, kleptomania, neko, magicalgirl

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: baking, bakery scents, sweets/candy, pastel colors, parties/gatherings

NEG: feelings of loneliness, feelings of anger, body being yelled at or scolded, arguments, messy environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: cooking/baking, candies or anything sweet, talking to others, happy/upbeat music, stuffed animals, cleaning, soft textures, gentle music like lullabies, comforting others

DISLIKES: silence, hot environments, bitter flavors, being rushed, sharp objects

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5, O6

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – she is warm, gentle, and inviting, much like the comforting sweetness of a strawberry cake. she exudes a soft energy, always wanting to bring joy and calm to those around her. optimistic and lighthearted, she avoids negativity and instead focuses on creating happy environments. she has a delicate yet bubbly nature, with a tendency to shy away from conflict, preferring to smooth things over with kindness and charm. though she can be a bit sensitive, her main goal is to make others feel cherished and at ease. (MBTI : ESFJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – she fulfills her roles with a gentle, intuitive approach, always attuned to the system’s emotional needs. as a hyperempathy holder, she deeply feels the emotions of both the system and others, using this understanding to provide tailored comfort and reassurance. her role as a stim holder involves engaging in soothing, sensory-based activities—like running her fingers over soft fabrics, humming calming melodies, or tapping rhythmic patterns—to help regulate the system’s emotions. as a comfort-based headmate, she actively seeks to create a sense of safety and warmth, offering kind words, a nurturing presence, and a focus on positivity to ease tension and bring the system back to balance. everything she does is centered on providing calm and reassurance in the most compassionate way possible.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, she is a serene and comforting presence, often found in a cozy, inviting space that mirrors her nurturing personality. her home may resemble a small, pastel-colored cottage or a warm bakery filled with the scent of strawberries and vanilla. the space is likely adorned with soft pillows, warm lighting, and delicate decorations like flowers and ribbons, creating an environment that exudes comfort and calm. she spends her time preparing small, thoughtful gestures for the system, like baking treats, organizing spaces, or leaving positive notes around the innerworld. she’s always available to lend a listening ear or a warm hug to any headmate who needs it. her movements are gentle and deliberate, often engaging in activities like arranging flowers, knitting, or humming soft tunes to maintain a soothing atmosphere.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, she exudes warmth and gentleness, focusing on creating a calm and harmonious environment. she speaks softly and kindly, often choosing her words carefully to avoid discomfort. when interacting with others, she prioritizes emotional connection, offering reassurance, encouragement, or simply being a comforting presence. she may gravitate toward conversations that allow her to uplift or support others, but she avoids confrontational or overly negative topics. her actions are often sensory or comfort-focused, such as cleaning, organizing, or preparing food, as these activities help ground the system and maintain a soothing environment. if no pressing tasks are required, she leans into creative or self-soothing activities, like drawing, journaling, or simply relaxing in a cozy spot.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🧁, 🍰, 🧺

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = lenadoodllles (pinterest), divider = seulzitos (tumblr)

[grlmmjow]

Running After Astarion on the Docks...

Hi! I's me again. I haven't yet finished my run with Amara and Astarion, but I know what will be canon for them after they defeat the brain...

Are you as frustrated as I am that Astarion has to spend the whole day alone, cowering between some crates at the docks? That your Tav/Durge simply shrugs and says OK when he yells in panic that HE'S SORRY HE HAS TO LEAVE?!

Well. Not on my watch.

Again, English is not my first language, so apologies in advance.

Rating: non-explicit. Some descriptions of burned flesh, nothing too much

Pairing: Astarion/Dark Urge (Amara)

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Amara will NOT stand and watch Astarion flee for his life when he loses the tadpole.

Here you can read about Amara showing Astarion his face using the tadpole in act 1

The portal to Avernus closed, and everybody in the party sighed in relief. 

“By the gods,” Amara quickly rubbed her cheek, cleaning it off the tears that were freely falling while she held a burning Karlach to her chest. If she didn't have a stressful enough day… She almost lost her best friend forever.

Luckily enough, Wyll stepped in and convinced the tiefling to live with him in Avernus. Honestly, the idea of watching Karlach burn to death had been haunting Amara for weeks. 

She rose to her feet, making sure her tears were not visible. Next to her, Astarion glanced at the redhead, evidently seeing right through her mask and noticing that she was definitely not well. He stepped closer, resting a hand on the middle of her back. 

“Look what our bloodthirsty friend has turned into.” He joked, trying to ease the tension in the air. “Crying for your friends? That's not very bhaalspawn of you, my love.”

“That’s not funny, Astarion.” Amara responded, turning to face him. She knew he was just joking. She knew it was a defense mechanism. She knew Astarion was just as shaken as her.

He's such a little shit sometimes, Amara thought to herself. It was complicated for her not to react explosively at some of his snarky comments, especially when he tried to lift the mood at the worst possible times. 

But his hand was on her back, drawing comforting circles between her shoulder blades. It was soothing. It was sweet. It was exactly what she needed. She glanced up at him with a sweet little smile, which was answered with another of his own.

“Uh… well.” The distinct voice of a very uncomfortable Gale could be heard behind them, interrupting the tender moment between the pair and bringing all eyes on him.

��It seems that we successfully defeated the biggest threat this city has ever faced.” 

Amara felt a wave of exhaustion washing over her. Killing the brain was a tiring experience. Gods, how she wished for a soft bed, a warm bath and her lover's arms…

She slid her arm around Astarion's waist while listening to Gale speak. Her head came to rest on his chest, feeling absolutely drained. She used up all her spells, and there was not a single drop of magic in her. She needed support to stay standing. Maybe the Elfsong was still standing…?

“What will you guys do now?”

Amara was about to answer when Astarion quickly talked over her. He sounded excited. Of course he was! He was free of his torturer, free of the threat of becoming an ilithid, and, apparently, he could still walk under the sun. It would be a challenge to get him to let her nap for a few hours…

“I honestly don't mind what we do, once we get - ow!”

Amara felt that jolt, his armor accidentally scratching her cheek as he jerked in pain. It made her grunt and pull away from the half hug they were sharing.

“Astarion?” She asked, a bit irritated, but the sudden scent of burning flesh immediately alarmed her. 

“What the - Oh, gods. Oh, no.”

“Astarion!?” Amara stood in front of him, watching in horror as her lover's face started flaking and turning into ash, the pieces of his beautiful skin flying in the breeze and disappearing into the Chionthar. “What is it, my love?” Her eyes met his, and red wasn't the color that looked back. It was blue. And he was staring at her with deep, intense, and absolutely overwhelming panic.

“I'm burning, darling.” He announced, disentangling himself from the elf and turning to look in panic all over, seeking for cover. “Well… it was nice while it lasted.”

That phrase broke Amara’s heart into a million pieces. She reached her hand out to grasp his cloak, but he was slapping the burning skin of his forearms, trying to keep it from disintegrating into nothing. The scent of burning flesh was overwhelming, turning Amara's stomach inside out and spiking old bloodthirsty thoughts that still somewhat crept their way into her brain from time to time.

“Argh! I-I'm sorry. I have to go!” 

Astarion looked directly into his lover's eyes while he said that phrase, his voice breaking, the tears in his eyes sizzling and evaporating as more and more of his skin disappeared into the air.

Suddenly, a wave of utter panic knocked the breath off Amara's lungs.

Those are his last words to me.

Astarion took off, and so did Amara. She physically shoved Gale off her way when he also tried to reach out for the vampire, making the mage stumble and almost fall into the water with a strength she wasn't aware she had.

“Astarion!” She called out, watching him run under a tarp between some crates. Amara reached her hand out, calling for her magic, anything that would hide the love of her life from the sun and keep him from turning into ash. 

But nothing came out of her fingertips. She screamed in rage, reaching the cowering vampire and throwing herself onto her knees right between his legs.

“NO!” She yelled, hugging Astarion’s head to her stomach and shielding him from the sun. She yanked her cloak off her tunic and drapped it over his back. “I'M NOT LOSING YOU!”

“Amara, gods-”

“I've got you!” 

They found themselves both shaking, Astarion’s hands desperately grasping the sorcerer's tunic in tight fists. There were no more words, no more tears for a few more agonizing minutes as they waited to see if Astarion's life would be lost.

And then… the horrible scent of his burning skin evaporated into nothing, the sizzling sound of his tears stopping, ash no longer getting in Amara’s face. 

She dared to pull away a bit to glance down at him, and she gasped when she saw his face all burned up. His left eye was closed, as he lost it. His eyebrow and eyelashes were nonexistent, and his left cheek was raw, showing his muscle fibers. Amara looked horrified at him. 

“By the gods!” She reached up to touch it like the impulsive, mindless idiot she was, but Astarion was quick enough to snatch her wrist. 

“Don't touch it, woman.” He said with a shaky voice. “Are you mad? Gods.”

“Are you– Are you alright!?” Amara shook the need to prod the raw flesh off her brain, reminding herself that she almost lost her entire life to the fucking sun.

“I’m peachy, darling. Can't you see?” 

He sounded irritated, but she knew better than to get angry at him. He almost burned to death, and she was asking stupid questions. 

“Gods, right after I got my freedom back, too.” He sneered, and Amara could see the raw muscles on his face clench. It fascinated her. “What a cruel fucking joke. The gods must hate me.”

“Astarion…” Amara reached out to take his hands in hers. She was kneeling between his legs as he rested his back against a crate, his breathing ragged. She felt his hands clenching hers on instinct, her fingers bending under his rather tight grasp. She didn't mention that it hurt. 

“We will get you safe, for now. Alright?” Amara jumped right into action. Now that he wasn't actively burning to death, she could focus on making his wait until the sunset a bit more comfortable. “I'll build your tent here, and I'll wait with you until it's night time.”

“Gods… I… You shouldn't, there's a whole city clamoring your name, darling. You should go celebrate with them.”

“What? Shut up.” 

That made Astarion finally lift his gaze up to look at her partner with the single eye he had left. Gods. He was glad that only one eye burned. He'd hate it if he couldn't see those freckles until they regenerated.

“Amara…”

“I’m staying. You have no say in this.” 

“Gods, how stubborn can you be?”

“I don't believe for a moment that you want to be alone right now, Astarion. Let me take care of you.”

Sigh. “Fine. Insistent little bird.”

“Hmpf.” She felt a slight smile tug at the corner of her lips. They both seemed to have relaxed a little bit now that the imminent danger was controlled.  

“You look horrifying, love.”

“... Thank you, darling.”

“It will heal itself, right? With time?”

“Yes, love. I will be back to my handsome self in a few hours. Don't you worry.”

“You still look handsome right now.”

“Oh. What a charmer, you are. Come here.” With that purred phrase, Astarion lifted his hand to cup Amara's cheek and brought her close into a kiss. Their lips met, and Amara melted, feeling the adrenaline that kept her going suddenly wash away. She hummed into his mouth, feeling the trembling on his lips as he tried to soothe himself with her touch. 

He must have been terrified. 

“I said I'd always keep you safe. That includes the sun, you know.”

“Is that so? Are you going to fight the sun itself?”

“I'd cast the whole dam realms into an eternal night for you, my dear.” 

That made Astarion laugh. Amara, always the dramatic one. “Let's start with keeping me company until the sun goes down, alright, darling? We will talk about condemning the world after you've rested some.”

“Alright. I love you.”

“And I love you too.” 

[queenofmoons67]

stitching up the loose threads of his soul: 1/15

Master Post

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, some cursing

Link is wrist deep in blood and viscera when the message arrives: Seven strangers have arrived at the castle gates with their eighth companion hanging onto life by the last threads of a life spell. They need a doctor urgently, and Zelda has asked for Link.

Link looks at the messenger, then down at his bloody hands—still in a soldier’s guts, two fingers pinching an artery closed while five more hold a needle—then back at the messenger.

“Go,” Nurse Kaori says. She closes her own fingers over the artery delicately, then elbows him away. “We’ve seen you do this a dozen times; we’ve got it.”

The other nurses and doctors nod, each stepping up around the operating table, and Link wastes no further time in stripping his hands of their bloody leather gloves, grabbing a field bag from the counter, and gesturing for the messenger to show the way.

The man is a sergeant, high enough in rank to have served in the war, and it shows in the speed at which he turns corners—this is a man who has run the castle halls while Ganon knocked on their doorstep, let alone while a single man threatens to die there.

Link matches his speed with ease. He may not have run messages through the castle, but he has fought here and ordered troops into different positions. By now, he knows the castle better than he knows the village he grew up in.

They rush around a final corner to find that the main doors are already braced open by two guards, letting Link and the messenger hurtle out. For a moment, the afternoon light is blinding; while the operating room was well-lit, the rest of the castle relies largely on window lighting during the hot summer months, preferring to let their eyes adjust than to bake in both the heat of the day and the wall sconces.

Link’s eyes adjust now, clearing to reveal enough heavily armored strangers that his hand automatically flexes for his sword hilt before he tracks the eighth stranger bleeding out on the two hundred year old stones of the castle entrance.

Four of the strangers turn to look at him. One, in a wolf pelt, has been pacing, while another in a white cape trailed him. A boy with a war hammer slung over his shoulder stands beside a person with pink hair, both of them talking with Zelda.

A man in a four-colored tunic holding gauze and a teenager continuously pulling items from a slate kneel across from another teenager, whose glowing hands are pressed to the head of their injured party member.

The injured man wears armor from neck to toe. Link would be impressed at the show of strength, except someone has clearly taken advantage of his lack of helmet and led him to where he is now: Lying on the ground, unconscious, surrounded by worried friends.

Link advances into the huddle and kneels so that his knees bracket the injured head, giving him the best access to the wound possible. He drops his field bag next to himself and takes only a moment to pull on clean leather gloves before snagging gauze from Four-colors and reaching for the injury.

“Let me see,” he orders brusquely.

The healer looks up and blinks away tears. “It won’t stop—”

“Head wounds bleed,” Link reassures. “I know what I’m doing; trust me.”

Link doesn’t expect anyone with the life of a friend in their hands to trust him right away, but he does expect them to recognize when they have no other choice, and the healer does. His hands retreat, and Link inserts his own swiftly, pressing gauze to the wound. From there, he eases back in increments, revealing only parts of the wound at a time until he has a complete picture.

Link’s not surprised the healer is in such a state. Even for someone experienced with healing, head trauma is scary, and this wound… he can see where healing has begun, where blood vessels have knitted back together and cracks in the skull have fused. A red potion, he guesses, plus the magic of the healer, covering what must have once been a gaping head wound.

“You’ve done well,” Link praises, and flashes the trio a smile. “I think he would have survived even if you hadn’t gotten him here, but I’m going to make sure of it, ok?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before focusing back on his patient. The various tissues covering the skull haven’t healed yet, but that will happen with time. Even the blood seems to be remnants from before the blood vessels healed, now leaking out with no where else to go.

Link’s main worry is contamination. He knows well from the war how even a small cut can become infected if left open to the environment, and if the man’s brain becomes infected, his chances of survival are minimal.

Link tosses the used gauze to the side, takes fresh ones from Four-colors, and presses it around the most blood-soaked areas, cleaning up as much as he can. Then he nods at the slate-wielding teenager.

“My bag has a small jar inside it. I need one of the needles, and also the suturing thread next to it.”

Slate-wielder jolts into action, and even goes the extra kilometer and threads the needle.

“Good,” Link says, taking the supplies. A small spell slips from his fingers and over the needle and thread, cleansing them, and a secondary spell does the same for the injured area—and then he bends to the task of stitching a man’s head back together again.

Master Post / Beginning / Next

[seoltzuki]

Doorstep Flowers

Tzuyu x gn reader

fluffiest fluff, not proofread

Tzuyu works on weekends for Sana - in relation to this fic :)

Tzuyu awakens with a bounce in her step, greeted by the warm embrace of the sun and the melodious chirping of birds. She leisurely prepares for the day ahead, knowing she has an hour before the flower shop opens.

As she sets off on her bicycle to work, she opts for the scenic route, coasting along the shoreline and pausing to indulge in tea from a cute café. She continues her journey and revels in the gentle caress of the summer breeze. She feels the wind tug at the strands of hair that had escaped her helmet, sending them dancing in its playful embrace. With each encounter, her heart swells with happiness as she showers affection on every dog she meets, tenderly patting their fluffy heads. Their wagging tails and grateful eyes mirror her own sense of contentment.

After her delightful encounters, Tzuyu finally arrives at the flower shop. With practiced ease, she begins her opening routine, tending to the lush greenery by gently watering each plant. Next, she displays the vibrant faux bouquets on display, ensuring they caught the eye of passersby. Plugging in her phone, she selects a playlist of soothing background music to set the perfect ambiance. Outside, she arranges flower pots and vases, inviting customers with their colorful blooms. Lastly, she stacks up the new bags of soil, ready for any gardening enthusiasts seeking replenishment.

As she surveyed her handiwork, a sense of fulfillment washed over her, knowing she had prepared the shop for another beautiful day of blooming possibilities. With a satisfied sigh, Tzuyu cleaned her hands on her uniform apron, gently blowing away a few strands of hair that had escaped from her face. The routine of preparing the shop for the day ahead always brought her a sense of peace and purpose. Adjusting her apron with a small smile, she glanced around at the colorful array of flowers and greenery, ready to welcome customers.

"Tzuyu! Tzuyu!" A voice called out from outside the shop. She paused in her work, recognizing the familiar voice, but as she stepped outside, she saw no one in sight. A puzzled expression crossed her face as she scanned the street, wondering who could be calling her.

"Tzuyuuuuuu, up here!" The voice calls out again, this time with a hint of mischief. Tzuyu's gaze shifts upward, and to her surprise, she spots a mischievous grin peeking out from the window of the apartment building across the street.

Tzuyu couldn't help but smile at the sight. She waves enthusiastically and calls out, "Good morning, Sana!"

Sana beams and waves back before disappearing momentarily, only to reappear on the balcony. She jumps in place, her giggles echoing through the air, causing the leaves of nearby plants to rustle and the petals of flowers to dance in response to her joyful movements.

"You're up early!" Tzuyu laughs, bringing a hand up to her face to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun. One eye closed and the other squinted as she watches Sana's lively display across the street.

"It's 9 am, that's so late!" Sana yells back teasingly. Then, with genuine concern, she adds, "Did you have breakfast? Let me bring you something."

Before Tzuyu could even protest, Sana vanished in an instant, leaving her standing there with a bemused expression. She chuckled to herself, knowing that once Sana had set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.

Tzuyu returned to the flower shop and busied herself with preparing the cash register, deftly pressing buttons and adding some money to it. As she worked, she heard Sana's cheerful greeting from the doorway, accompanied by the sound of her partner trailing behind, still half-asleep.

"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed, her voice bubbling with energy as she entered the shop, a lunchbox in hand. Her partner followed, rubbing their eyes and yawning, clearly not quite as awake as Sana.

"I didn't need breakfast, I had my lunch already," Tzuyu said with a chuckle, still accepting the breakfast from Sana's hands. Sana shrugged nonchalantly, her bright smile unwavering as she went around the counter to give Tzuyu a big hug. It was as if it was the first time seeing her in weeks, even though they had worked together just yesterday.

Tzuyu returned the hug warmly, feeling the genuine affection in Sana's embrace.

"You need to eat, Tzu," Sana semi-fake scolded, hugging her tighter until Tzuyu couldn't breathe. Tzuyu laughed, trying to wriggle free from Sana's tight embrace.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat," Tzuyu managed to gasp out between giggles, playfully pushing Sana away. "But next time, go easy on the hugs, will you?"

Sana grinned mischievously, releasing Tzuyu from her grasp. "No promises!" she teased, her laughter echoing through the flower shop.

Tzuyu leaned on the counter and sighed happily, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. She glanced over at Sana's partner, who still seemed half-asleep, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Why is your partner here when they clearly want to be in bed still?" Tzuyu asked with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow at Sana.

Sana chuckled, shaking her head. "They insisted on tagging along after I mentioned I was coming to see you. Can't resist your charm, I suppose," she replied, going back to her partner and nudging them gently with her elbow.

"But no, seriously," Sana interjected, her expression turning sincere. "We were planning to go on a morning walk, but we wanted to let you know that we'll help you for tonight's round."

Tzuyu shook her head with a smile. "No need, I can handle it alone. Besides, you're both off on weekends, remember?"

Sana and her partner exchanged a glance, understanding Tzuyu's insistence but still wanting to offer their assistance.

"We know, but we enjoy helping out," Sana replied. "And it's not like we have anything urgent planned for today anyway."

Tzuyu considered their words for a moment before relenting. "Alright, you two win," she said with a laugh. "But only if you promise to relax and enjoy the rest of your evening after this."

"No promises!"

"Sana!"

~~~

As closing time approached, Tzuyu smiled contentedly as she placed the unsold flowers in the cart, proud of the bouquets she had meticulously crafted throughout the day. Each arrangement was a labor of love, a symphony of colors and scents designed to brighten someone's day. Something about the thought of someone enjoying her floral art made her heart melt with joy and satisfaction.

Placing the last flower in the cart, Tzuyu noticed from the corner of her eye Sana and her partner approaching the store, hand in hand and giggling at each other. They seemed so happy, the way Sana was always smiling as bright as the sun, lavishing affection onto her partner... Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing as she watched the gentle kiss the partner gave to Sana’s forehead.

"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed for the umpteenth time that day as she swung open the door of the shop, the wind chime signaling her entry. "Ready to give away the flowers?" Sana asked, holding her partner's hand and bringing them closer to her, hugging their waist.

Tzuyu nodded and let her lover grab the cart, pushing it out of the store. She locked the door behind and began her stroll with them, excited to give away the last flowers of the day to passersby and neighbors.

They encountered various familiar faces on their stroll. They handed out flowers to people returning home from work, bringing smiles to tired faces and warmth to familiar hearts. Among them was the old couple from the restaurant down the street, who had always welcomed them with open arms and kind words.

As they exchanged with the elderly couple, Tzuyu couldn’t help but admire the enduring love and companionship between them. The way they looked at each other with affection and shared a gentle touch spoke volumes of the bond they shared after so many years together. It was a reminder of the beauty and magic of love, both young and old.

They kept walking and they reached the apartment building a few blocks away, where a "For Sale" sign had recently been replaced with a "Sold" one, indicating new residents.

Sana knocked on the door cheerfully, her partner standing by her side. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a figure framed in the warm glow of the hallway light. Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the person who stood before her – a captivating smile playing on their lips, eyes sparkling with curiosity and kindness.

"Hello, we're your neighbors from down the street," Sana greeted warmly, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"

Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the newcomer. Time seemed to stand still as she took in their captivating smile, the way their eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.

"Hello," you replied, your voice soft and melodious, sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine. "Thank you so much for the warm welcome. I'm Y/N."

Tzuyu felt her cheeks flush as she returned the greeting, her heart pounding with an intensity she had never felt before. "I-I'm Tzuyu," she stammered, momentarily lost for words under your enchanting gaze.

Sana nudged Tzuyu gently, breaking her out of her reverie. "We brought you some flowers to brighten up your new home," she said with a warm smile, bringing the bouquet closer to you.

Your eyes lit up with delight as you accepted the flowers, you gratitude evident in every word of thanks you uttered.

"We pass by every Saturday to give away the extra flowers that were left untouched, so be prepared for a delivery, from Tzuyu," Sana says, accentuating her name as she bows gracefully.

Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's playful emphasis, grateful for her friend's support and encouragement. She can't help but steal a glance at you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your reaction. As your eyes meet, Tzuyu offers a shy smile, her heart racing.

"I can't wait to have beautiful flowers in my home every week," you say, bowing back and smiling warmly at Tzuyu.

She feels her heart swell with joy at your response, her smile widening until her dimples are showing. "I'll make sure to pick out the best ones for you," she replies, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Gosh... You're the prettiest flower.

Tzuyu had never been one to eagerly anticipate going home after work. She cherished her time at the flower shop so much that the thought of leaving was often bittersweet. But after meeting you... She had never wanted to clock out so badly before. Every day, she found herself counting down the minutes until closing time, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

Tzuyu found herself taking the quickest route on her bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as she passed by your place. She would pedal a little faster, her heart racing with anticipation, as she approached the familiar building where you lived. Sometimes she would slow down, pretending to adjust something on her bike just to linger a little longer, hoping that you would appear at the window or step outside.

But it wasn't just the daily bike rides that occupied Tzuyu's thoughts. Every morning, before opening the flower shop, she would carefully select the healthiest and prettiest flowers from the inventory and leave them at your doorstep, disregarding the Saturday giveaway rule altogether. It didn't matter to her that it was against the usual routine; all she cared about was brightening your day with a small gesture of love and affection.

And though she never expected anything in return, Tzuyu couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest every time she imagined your reaction upon finding the flowers. It was a small, simple joy that brought her immense happiness, knowing that she was making a difference in your life, one flower at a time.

~~~

"Tzuyu is in loooveeee," Sana sings, a playful lilt to her voice, as she locks the door behind herself and Tzuyu, closing up the flower shop for the day. A small breeze sweeps by, causing Tzuyu to shiver involuntarily. Without hesitation, Sana reaches for her scarf and gently wraps it around Tzuyu's neck, offering warmth and comfort.

Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's teasing remark, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of you. "Oh, hush," she mumbles shyly behind the scarf, her voice barely audible.

Sana grins mischievously, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. It's written all over your face," she says, nudging her playfully.

Tzuyu's cheeks grow even warmer at Sana's observation, but she can't help but smile. Despite her shyness, she feels a sense of happiness bubbling up inside her, knowing that her feelings for you are no longer a secret. With Sana's support and encouragement, she feels more confident than ever to embrace this newfound love and all the adventures that come with it.

As they walk side by side, Sana accompanies Tzuyu for a short while, matching her stride as Tzuyu walks with her bicycle beside her. Tzuyu's helmet sits crookedly on her head, not properly attached but serving as a charming accessory nonetheless.

When they reach a quieter stretch of the road, Tzuyu finally musters up the courage to ask, "How did you know?"

Sana grins mischievously, glancing sideways at Tzuyu. "Oh, I have my ways," she says cryptically before letting out a playful laugh.

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Seriously, though. How?"

Sana chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, let's just say I noticed a few missing flowers in the inventory," she admits, her tone teasing. "And when I put two and two together, it wasn't hard to figure out."

Tzuyu's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she can't help but smile at Sana's astuteness. "I guess I'm not as subtle as I thought," she says sheepishly.

Sana nudges her playfully. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. Your secret's safe with me," she says, her tone turning more serious. "But you know, if you're serious about Y/N, you might want to consider making them work on weekends too. You know, in exchange for all those missing flowers," she adds with a wink, her tone laced with humor.

Tzuyu rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, yeah. I'll keep that in mind," she says, her heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with you, both at work and outside of it.

"Tzuyu!" She freezes at the sound of the voice, her heart pounding in her chest. She refuses to turn around, a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension swirling inside her. When she realizes her entourage, she glances at Sana, who stands beside her with a proud expression, shrugging as if to say, "Yep, I did it."

Tzuyu's eyes widen in disbelief. There's no way Sana just set her up like this. She feels a mixture of gratitude and annoyance towards her friend, unsure whether to thank her for her boldness or scold her for meddling in her personal life. But deep down, Tzuyu knows that Sana only has her best interests at heart, even if her methods are sometimes unconventional.

Taking a deep breath, Tzuyu finally turns around to face the source of the voice, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her heart filled with a newfound sense of courage.

"Y/n," Tzuyu breathes, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth as she removes her helmet, her heart pounding in her chest.

Sana chuckles mischievously, shooting Tzuyu a knowing look. "I'll let you both be," she says with the most devilish smile, her tone playful as she winks at Tzuyu. "My love is waiting for me for dinner."

Tzuyu can't help but roll her eyes at Sana's teasing, but she feels a surge of gratitude towards her friend for giving her the push she needed. With a nod of appreciation, she watches as Sana walks away, leaving her alone with you, your shared laughter echoing in the air.

As she stands before you, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation, she can't help but notice the soft blush that colors your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. It's a look that Tzuyu has come to recognize all too well – one of affection and admiration, one she has seen countless times between Sana and her partner.

You feel it too.

Feeling a surge of courage, she takes a step closer to you, her own cheeks flushed with warmth.

"Tzuyu," you begin, your voice gentle and warm, "I want you to know that I've noticed the flowers you've been leaving at my doorstep. And... well, they've meant the world to me."

Tzuyu's breath catches in her throat at your confession, her heart soaring with hope and joy. "Really?" she whispers, unable to conceal the hopefulness in her voice.

You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yes, really," you reply gently. "You have a way of brightening up even the darkest days, Tzuyu. And I... I really appreciate it.

A bashful smile graces your lips, and you reach into your pocket, pulling out a single dandelion. "I'm sorry, Tzuyu," you say softly, your voice tinged with self-doubt. "I know it's not as beautiful as the flowers you give me. Dandelions are just weeds, and they're pretty useless..."

But before you can finish your sentence, Tzuyu cuts you off with a gentle peck on the cheek, causing you to freeze in surprise. A radiant smile spreads across your face, her eyes shining with happiness as bright as the sun.

Tzuyu takes the dandelion from your hand, her heart swelling with affection. "Thank you for the flower, y/n," she says sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll cherish it just as much as any other flower."

"And you know," Tzuyu adds, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she grabs your hand and caresses it tenderly, "you might have to work on weekends with me. Sana might've noticed the missing flowers."

You chuckle softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And it's my fault?" you tease, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence.

Tzuyu groans playfully and bites her lip. "I'll repay you with cute dates?" she offers, her voice laced with mischief.

You pretend to consider her proposition for a moment before grinning. "Deal," you say, sealing your agreement with a tender kiss to her dimpled cheek.

(Sana screeches with delight from behind a nearby bush, pulling on her partner's arm eagerly. "This is so much better than dinner! God, I love love," she exclaims, her voice filled with glee before stealing a quick kiss to her lover's lips)

And flowers still went missing many days after that.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I want to request Xavier Thorpe teaching fem reader how to paint like him being patient with her and guiding her hands and stuff in his shed just pure fluff

Thank you for the request nonnie. This was so much fun to write!<3

This is why we are here

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: Your boyfirend decides it is time to take you on a date to his shed, where he teaches you how to paint.

warnings: pure self-indulgent fluff

word count: 0.6k

“Oh my god this looks terrible. Please, don´t look at it.” You declare with a laugh. Trying to shield your painting from Xavier´s view.

“Oh, come on. It can´t possibly be that bad. Let me see.” He had invited you to his shed with the offer of giving you art lessons. Something you desperately needed as it turned out.

“No! I swear, it will insult every artist and painting that has or will ever exist.” You try to hold your ground against him, but Xavier is much taller than you and even though he doesn´t look like it he is very strong.

“Oh…” He murmurs as he sees what you have created. “I mean it´s not all that bad…”

It is almost tangible how hard he tries to find anything good to say about the painting.

“We both know it is.” You muse and smile at him. “Painting just isn´t my strongest choice of art.”

“That´s why we are here. Let me show you.” He puts a new canvas on the easel and stands behind you. Taking your hand that holds the brush inside his own gentle grip and guides your motions.

You let him guide you, breath catching in your throat from the close proximity the two of you are in.

“There, you see? You´re almost a natural already.” He murmurs, but feeling his hot breath tickle the side of your neck distracts you.

“Only because the most talented artist I know is helping me.” You look back at him, the corners of your lips tug upwards, despite the rest of your face still sporting a concentrated expression.

“I thought I was the only artist you know.” The brush moves over the canvas with so much ease.

“Hm, you are, but still. Then again, you are my favorite person so I might be biased.” Your head turns back towards the canvas, when you feel Xaviers hand lets go of yours to pull you a step back by the shoulders.

“Now look at that.” He whispers in your ear.

What the two of you, or rather he, have painted  is one of the most beautiful paintings you have ever seen of yourself.

“Oh, Xavi…” You  marvel at the canvas for a moment longer, before you turn fully towards him.

Giving him the softest kiss the two of you have ever shared. The touch of his lips on yours barely felt and yet the moment was so intense and intimate. You rest your forehead against his chest and sigh after the two of you part again.

One of his hand finds its way under your chin to make you look back up at him. Not wanting the eye contact to break yet. But as your eyes wander up his chest you see that you still held the brush in your hand, which now rested on his shirt. Great.

“Um, Xavier…” You say slowly.

“Hm?” He sounds like he still is in his own little world with you until his eyes land on the splash of paint. “Oh.”

“Do you have wet wipes or something around here?” You look around to find something to clean him up with.

“Nope, but I know how to fix this.” A mischievous smile splits his mouth and before you can react Xavier  grabs his own brush and swipes it across the length of the front of your shirt.

You yelp sharply and stumble backwards. “What… Oh, alright. Now you are asking for it.”

What breaks out between the two of you is a full on paint war that lasts until you are barely able to breath from laughter and the original color of your shirts is only discernible in a few small spots.

This was definitely one of the most fun dates the two of you had.

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 1 - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Y/N has nightmares of a winged man haunting her dreams. When her dreams become reality, her world changes completely.

(1.3k)

The sound of wings rustling, knife slashing, and faded screams echo all around. The stink of metallic blood and rotting corpses burning my nose. I’m choking on the thick air, and it feels like my chest is caving in as my breathing gets shallower by the second. There's blood everywhere. My eyes widen as my gaze falls on the mangled corpses upon the forest floor, each one twisted and bent in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Rays of moonlight pours through the trees, dancing across their mangled remains like some twisted classical painting.

I sink to the damp forest floor. There’s no escape.

In the blink of an eye, a large ominous figure towers over my shaking form. His short dirty blonde hair and strong hands are covered in fresh blood splatter and pieces of sliced flesh. His striking eyes glow a dark red, reflecting the color of blood painting every surface. But what I truly could not take my eyes off of is his large white wings that block out the view of everything around it. His intimidating wingspan wraps around us like a dark feathery blanket, reminiscent of a night sky with no stars.

        “I promise I will never let anyone hurt you, never let anyone come between us,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. He flashes me a smile that’s intended to be comforting, but it comes out sick and twisted. He pulls me close and wraps his muscular arms around me, a low buzzing feeling humming between the two of us.

I can hear his heart beating in his chest, slow and steady, far too calm for a man that just slaughtered a dozen people with ease.

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        I bolt up out of bed, nearly falling off completely, but I catch myself at the last second. A cold sweat clings to my skin and the worn-out sheets, my breath coming in heavy and ragged. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed of the winged man, in fact it seems to be the only consistent thing in my hectic life as of lately, but waking from the dreams never seems to get easier, always a struggle to shake the sinking feeling.

It takes a few moments to remember where I am, the crappy motel room I rented for the night, not so different from the countless other run-down motels I’ve stayed in across the Midwest, all with the same stingy smell.

Obnoxious yellow floral wallpaper lines the wall, caked with dirt and God knows what else that’s been accumulating for years. Ceilings spotted with black mold and blotchy water stains. An outdated box television plays the local infomercial about some miracle cleaning product, but it all sounds muffled and far away. The digital alarm clock on the bed stand reads 2:00 AM flashing in big red bulky numbers.

        Just a dream, I remind myself with a relieved sigh. I swing my feet out of bed, throwing on some jeans and my signature leather jacket, scuffed and torn in various places. I need some air. Just need to get out of here.

I recall the rundown bar I drove by just down the street. It’s a good way to kill some time. Plus, I could really use a drink right now. The bitter taste of alcohol is the only relief I get from these nightmares that torment me at night and haunt me during the day.

The cold air bites at my skin, but it’s surprisingly pleasant, grounding me back into reality and away from the painful dreams. It's the twelfth dream I’ve had this month and they only seem to be getting more intense, more real. They always end with the same winged figure. The same demonic, yet charming smile. No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to shake that haunting face.

        Entering the bar, it’s nearly empty with a few patrons here and there. Most of them are older men wearing bulky leather jackets, a bit rough around the edges, perhaps a local biker gang. Some of them playing pool, others chatting about their glory days over a bottle of beer. The sound of the jukebox in the corner playing the best of eighties rock drowns out their conversations. It's apparent there’s not much of a buzz going on, unlike most bars at this hour.

The voices and music around me fades to background noise, it feels as if the rest of the world has disappeared, that I'm the only one left on this miserable planet.

I slide into a worn bar stool that’s certainly seen better days, taking off my worn leather jacket and placing it on the sticky wooden bar. I sigh and halfheartedly raise my hand to get the bartender's attention.

“What can I get you, hun?” A nice older lady asks, shining a glass behind the bar.

“Just a whiskey please. Jack Daniels if you got it,” I give her a weak smile, trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes.

She nods and pours me a generous amount of light amber whiskey in a fancy glass, sliding it over to me.

I take a swig, the warm liquid slides down my throat with a pleasant burn, already giving me a sense of calm. These days, whiskey has been my best friend and I’m okay with that. People just disappoint you.

“Make it two.” A large figure takes the seat next to me.

My body stiffens. I recognize that voice from somewhere. I slowly turn to face him and see him staring back at me with those intense red eyes and intimidating wings that I’ve come to know all too well. My stomach drops. It's the man from my dreams. I freeze, my body going into fight or flight mode. In a matter of seconds, I decided to take my chances running. I leave my drink and jacket behind, making a beeline to the door, slamming it closed behind me, giving me any sort of advantage to get away.

He doesn’t follow, but that doesn’t stop me. I run and run and run until I physically can't anymore.

The streetlamps and apartment buildings around me turn into a blur and my head starts to feel dizzy. The world spins around me, clouding my vision. The cold air feels like it's burning my lungs as I struggle to gather oxygen. My legs feel like jello, ready to give out any second. I’ve lost track of how long I've been running, maybe minutes? Maybe hours? Everything in me is begging myself to keep running but I physically can’t force myself go on any further.

I tuck myself into an alley, leaning against the ragged brick wall that painfully digs into my back, yet it barely registers in my brain. My heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath.

God, please let this be another bad dream.

“I was going to pay for your drink, and you just ditch me like that? Rude.” The man scoffs.

My eyes shoot open to see the man from my dreams less than a foot away, arms crossed, looking nonchalant as ever. My blood turns cold.

How is that possible? He couldn't possibly have run that fast!

A knot twists in my stomach. Deep down I know. This man is not human, and he certainly does not have good intentions.

“L-leave me alone!” I try to sound brave, but my words come out a sloppy stutter. I hold my arm out in front of me, as if that will deter him in any way. Stupid. This intimidation tactic is clearly not working.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic Y/N.” He rolls his eyes, then presses a gentle finger to my forehead.

The world goes black.

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Adoption Application Received

Name - Pepper @peppers-premier-ball

Age - 21

Region and city/route or a detailed description of the climate you live in - Wedgehurst in Galar (it rains a lot)

Home size, including property - I'd say its pretty big compared to most of the region but average in the town, but half of the lower level is used for my bakery, so I don't think that part counts, so 4 rooms on upper level, large living room on lower (and the bakery). hedged back yard, average sized with some berry trees :]

List any other humans or Pokémon living with you and their relation to you - none!

How many hours per week do you spend away from home at school/work? - I work from home ^_^

Allergies or aversions? - Slime, a lot of drooling, heavy shedding (sorry that its specific, I just need something that won't absolutely tank my shop's 5 Starmie hygiene rating!)

Tell me a little about yourself. What are your goals with your new partner? What kind of person are you? Is there anything else you think I should know about you? - Honestly I'd just like to have a Pokémon around, but I don't have any experience with them, which is why I wanted to ask someone for advice on any possible adoption! I'd like something to sit with after a long day and go on walks with, those sorts of things! but also a Pokémon that would know when I'm working and would be ok with watching some Pokévision for an hour or two while I'm working on a big order! I work as a baker, so I'm very hesitant to adopt a Pokémon that may cause customers to get sick, like poison types and grass types with poisonous spores, but I don't think it'd be too much of a problem if we found a way to keep it under control! I have been attacked by Pokémon a few times and it wasn't fun, so I'd like a Pokémon that wouldn't get mad easily, and wouldn't try to scare me or pretend to attack, but may still be able to stop new trainers from raiding my shop when I'm out getting berries.

"Thank you for your patience while I find you some suitable partners to meet! Why don't you follow me this way to meet them."

Ellisa led the way to a meeting room in the main building with a glass wall facing the garden. The floor was concrete for ease of cleaning, however there were plenty of plush rugs for comfort, as well as a few bean bag chairs, a recliner, and a small table with a few Pokémon toys. Waiting in the room were three Pokémon.

"First up, I would like you to meet Nacli! This poor little guy came from a shiny mill. The breeders were obviously inexperienced, otherwise they would have known that a pink color variation is far more rare than a shiny. The color comes from a high presence of iron in his mineral body, making his salt particularly nutritious.

Next up is this Swadloon. Her mother passed during the Shadow Sky last year, forcing her to evolve too soon in order to protect her siblings. She's stayed here a while to catch up on lost time, and is now ready for a permanent home. She's small for a Swadloon, but with time she should grow, and should she decide to evolve again later on she may grow to balance out. She is also a little shy, but very protective of those that she cares about.

Finally I have this very cute Litwick! They're a lavender variant, and very timid about their flame. They will do well in a bakery environment with their steady, cool-headed nature, able to feed off of and lower your stress during busy times. Their last partner unfortunately developed an allergy to lavender and was forced to put them up for adoption."

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Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 3)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

This one took me awhile to write bcs I was thinking about all the possibilities….. 🥹 I think i’m okay with how this one turned out… I promise the baby will become relevant 🗣️ (next part, trust)

word count: guys next part i’ll add a word count i promise…

not proofread 🫢 just pretend my mistakes aren’t present 😋

TW: Alcohol mention

You try to get up out of bed but there’s a weight on you. Opening your eyes you’re met with the sight of Kazuha, he’s resting on you so peacefully. It totally contradicts his actions from before. He’s holding onto you as if you were about to disappear. Trying to recall why he was here causes your mind to feel numb but also ache.

Once you realize your position your heart starts beating faster and faster. Was he gonna keep you inside by force? Or was he gonna just get up and leave? That’s something he’s good at doing… But from what you know he probably won’t wanna let you go so soon… Should you kick and scream your way out? Hmm… It wouldn’t be too ideal to run out of your house buttass naked either… If you had to you would. Or… You could try and manipulate Kazuha into thinking you’re willing to accept him as he is and coax him into letting you outside even for a second before bolting to one of your acquainted neighbors' homes. Surely they’ll understand and let you in, that is if you can make it to them before he catches up with you. You know for a fact the door is unlocked since he’s been glued to you ever since he broke in.

Going through with this plan meant you would learn shame and humiliation but if it meant getting your freedom back and possibly this creep locked up, you knew you could do it. You had to.

Hands snake up into his cream-colored hair, gently massaging circles into his scalp. He returns the favor, arms with slight a bulk hug around your waist, his head lays on your chest, “You’re up.” You want to push him away and curl up into a ball but you know in order for your plan to work you’ll need to be open with him. “I’m sorry about earlier, maybe I was overreacting… Will you forgive me?” eyebrows furrow with deceptive guilt as you pout ever so slightly. Pulling him into a hug you can feel him smile into your neck, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” If only you could truly be clean of his touch, at first you treasured it but now it’s something you want to run from. “I’ll go get the warm water started, wait here.” After placing a small kiss on your cheeks he leaves your room, leaving the door open so he can keep an eye on you.

You take this chance to grab your phone and message Scara since he’s the only one who understands the situation to some extent-

“He got me. send help.” Alongside the message you send your address, someone will surely come help this time.

You shove the phone into a pillowcase and leave it on the floor. Rushing to lay back down and act like nothing happened Kazuha walks back into the room before scooping you up with ease (no matter your size) and is carrying you to the bathroom.

Holding a clear glass of what looks to be water? He nudges it against your lips implying for you to open. Hesitantly parting your lips you slowly gulp down the liquids. Once it passes your throat you’re coughing it up, it was alcohol. Instinctively your face scrunches up and you fear the worst for your baby, you’d rather consume no alcohol during your time but unfortunately, you weren’t able to do so. Kazuha on the other hand is laughing at the way you choke and cough it up, he takes a swig of it before he kisses you, forcing more down your throat. “We drank that the night we met, don’t you remember? Actually, probably not. It’s pretty strong,”

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Scaramouche had been napping lightly on his uncomfortable bed. He shoots up immediately when his phone goes off, blurry eyes scan through the short message, and he’s immediately calling the authorities. Much to his surprise, they called him to the station that wasn’t too far. They wanted to see the message to make sure it wasn’t some cruel joke. Running as fast as his legs would take him he finally arrived at the police station clutching his phone in hand. Quickly pulling up the message he shows them it, immediately they realize they got a call from the same number a while ago they decide it’s worth investigating.

Someone at the front desk tries to calm him down and assure him you’ll be okay but he’s more angry at himself. He should’ve just stayed with you, even if it meant Kazuha would be upset with him, not like it meant much to him anyway. After a few minutes of beating himself up an image of you flashes in his mind calming him down.

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You can’t really remember much but all of a sudden you’re in a beautiful dress, your makeup is done slightly, and your hair is awfully soft from being brushed. Pacing around the living room you’re hiccuping every couple of minutes and your face feels hot. Every time you try to form a coherent thought it feels like it’s being melted away by something invisible. Suddenly your hand is clasped by a large one, it strokes your thumb and gives your own an affirming squeeze. He holds onto your shoulder and you both start to sway to the soft music in the background. Laying your head on his chest with a gentle smile you hold onto him dearly as his hand snakes around your waist as he spins you around before dipping in for a kiss. Upon release, you smile happily as giggles erupt from your chest. Everything feels so wrong but you can’t seem to distinguish the fact that it’s wrong.

There’s a loud bang on the door that causes you to hold your head. Something about it is familiar. He lays you on the couch and places a blanket over you to keep you warm from the cold outside air.

To his surprise it was two policemen, they tried poking their heads inside but were stopped by Kazuha shifting his body.

“Can I help you?” he asked so innocently. “We received a report of domestic violence and we just wanted to confirm everything was alright.”

“Is that so… Well, my niece did accidentally call the authorities. Although me and my girlfriend have been drinking, perhaps we were being too loud-“

“We would like to come in and inspect the house.” without warning they push him aside and immediately they are met with a wasted you.

“Kazu~ You didn’f tell me you w-hic were inviting people over!” Lazily throwing the blanket off of you and attempt to stand but immediately fall back onto the couch. “Mmm sorry, can’t seem to hic- stand..”

“How much have you been drinking?” one of the cops asked flatly. “Mmm not mmmuch- hic” your words slurred. “Would you happen to have your phone on you?” he seemed fed up with your drunken behavior. “I don’t… I don’t know where it’s a-at…” a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, you stretched out your limbs before curling into the blanket. Once you sober up you’re going to regret your actions.

“Well, she’s out cold.” Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck before apologizing quietly to the officers. Before they left they wanted to inspect the house quickly, so he showed them around, in the bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, and kitchen. They seemed impressed with how nice the house was and with Kazuha’s smooth talking they were out just as quick as they came in. Once again, he apologized for the inconvenience and wished them a good night.

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Once the cops return they tell him the situation and he probably misunderstood it. Scara is a mess inside his head. Guess you really can’t rely on cops to do anything, huh. He needed to get to you and confirm you’re safe and sound if he didn’t want you around someone like Kazuha at first- he most definitely doesn’t want you around him now. It’s already late and if those cops were telling the truth, which he doesn’t see why they would lie, you’d probably be sleeping. (Hopefully not comfortably in Kazuha’s arms) Huffing out a sigh he walks back home. Even though you officially just met he’s fallen so hard for you, this wouldn’t be the first time.

You don’t remember since it was so long ago but you both used to be childhood friends. Both of your parents were always busy with work-related stuff and it was too easy to leave you both at a daycare. At first, you didn’t get along, both of you would argue about which color was better, which fruit, who had a better imaginary friend, and the list goes on... Over time you both learned to agree with one another and eventually, you started sharing things. The staff were always amazed at how you both went from disliking each other to practically being glued to each other. After some time your mother decided to quit her job so you wouldn’t feel alone so she pulled you out from daycare. This had Scaramouche confused and hurt. Did you dislike him? Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was being mean and didn’t notice. Ever since you left the staff noticed how he played by himself in the corner often with a scowl on his face. It felt like a part of him was missing.

Once again, both of you are now in middle school. Immediately he recognized you but held his tongue. Your seat was in front of his for art class but you never seemed to talk to anyone other than your friends. He wanted so bad to talk to you but could never build up the courage. Throughout the whole year you never once spoke to each other, he took it pretty hard… After all that time, you’re still upset with him.

The final time you see him is in high school, you’re both sophomores. You had dropped something in the hallway outside of your homeroom, a very fancy mechanical pen, to be exact. Scaramouche didn’t grow up poor but he wasn’t too fond of asking for specific things because he didn’t want his mom to think he was interested in it and end up buying him boxes of said things. It immediately caught his eye, he looked around before he went down to snatch it. His face went cold with fear when someone else’s hand bumped into his. Usually, he was careful with these things yet this time he would surely get caught. Immediately he played it off with an awkward laugh before pulling away, yet his heart skipped a beat when he was met with familiar e/c orbs staring back at him. It’s not awkward at all, staring into each other’s eyes it looks like you both long to say something but it’s immediately cut short when both of your friends approach from behind.

“Hey Y/n, what’s taking you so long- is this guy tryna steal from you- Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure he never tries to steal from others again-!”Breaking the longing stares you turn around to call down your Oni friend Itto. “Woah woah- Calm down Itto- Nobody is trying to steal anything from anyone- Kokomi come get him, please.” She yanked him by the back of his jacket, trying to ease the situation by removing him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, buddy.” Replied a certain ginger who looked like he was already throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“For goodness sake- we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” The tall blond lady replied in annoyance, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose.

Scaramouche awkwardly picks up the pencil before handing it back to you. After that, he just removes himself from the situation.

Childe is yanking Itto’s longer hair, in return Itto has his larger hand on Childe’s face, and both look ready to take a swing at each other. A small crowd has formed around them both. Signora simply grabs Childe by the scruff of his shirt before dragging him away. “You’re making a scene, ugh. All over one measly pen. Pathetic, both of you.” Signora’s scoldings were always hard and cold. “It doesn’t matter I already returned it-“ “Oh? Who knew you had a heart! I’m sure that girl is practically head over heels for you now.” She spat coldly as she navigated both of them through the crowd of people who gathered to watch the brawl, halfway through she dropped Childe, “Ow- thought I was getting a free ride to class, guess not.” “As if, I just got my nails done. Now on your feet.” Scaramouche laughed at their interactions, he knew some people might view them as cold and scary but to him they were his friends. “What are you laughing at, it’s creeping me out.” Signora feigned a disgusted voice but she was also smiling. “Oh, nothing. Let’s get to class, Teach is probably mad that we’re late.”

Meanwhile back at your group Kokomi is scolding Itto in a mean voice, the next second she’s apologizing to the teacher in a calm and collected voice. Itto doesn’t really care he’s more upset that someone tried stealing from his friend. He immediately stands straight when he hears Shinobu’s cold voiced ask what all the commotion was. He should probably run…

You, on the other hand, are fiddling with the pen. Have you met that person before? He looked like he knew you and wanted to say something.

Originally you wanted to thank him (even though he was trying to steal your expensive pen…) as an excuse to talk to him and get to know him but… he always seemed to be surrounded by his large group of friends. You knew they wouldn’t let you talk to him alone either... As much as it bothered you, you let bygones be bygones.

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By the time he’s done thinking about he’s already home. So surely, getting some rest will make some of the stress go away, right?

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When you open your eyes your head pounds and aches into your skull. What happened? Something about this feels familiar. You should feel sad and alone but the warmth behind you proves otherwise. Blinking a few times you try and figure out your best move. Should you just get up or should you try and coax him to get up with you? What did it matter? He’s holding you captive in your own home. The doors are probably locked anyways… Thoughts freeze in place when you feel warm kisses placed on the nape of your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” his voice is raspy, laced with sleepiness. If the circumstances were different you would probably be kissing him from how sexy he sounded. Luckily? Unfortunately? The circumstances are waaayyy different.

Curling up into a ball you let out small painful whimpers while holding onto your head. You always had the worst hangovers when you didn’t have something to worry or be sad about in the morning. Odd… This is something you should be worried about but… you can’t help but feel yourself play the part too well. Maybe it’s the numbing fear getting to your head, hmm…

Once again he’s bathing you and dressing you like his own personal doll. “Today, I was thinking we could go get you some new clothes. Your life will be changing from now on, so you’re gonna need a new, and cuter, wardrobe! No offense but I noticed you've gained some weight since we last spent the night together. Don't worry though, I think it's cute!” a smile crept up on his face as he brushed your hair before placing cute hairpins in it. Fighting the urge to tell him off how you didn’t want to wear whatever he had planned for you and that he should go find someone else, you hold your tongue back, painfully. Instead, you reply with a hum and nod. Your hand laid over your stomach, for the sake of your baby, you're going to get out of this situation no matter what.

Guiding you to his fancy and expensive car he, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for you and buckles you in. Immediately you notice the harsh perfume smell and spot fake eyelashes, sealed condoms, and a very certain tone of blue hair on the floor of the car. Just seeing the hair strand made you feel upset at Kazuha, surely Ayaka’s brother would beat the shit out of him if he knew he wasn’t loyal to his younger sister and that one day he may break her heart. You felt bad for all the girls he’s treated badly in his life, what brought him to the point where he felt the need to treat such amazing women so badly? Not dwelling on the thought too much because you’ll make yourself sad, you look forward at all the passing cars and people.

If only they knew you were being held captive. Not for long though, a certain Scaramouche is currently deciding his best move to get you away from Kazuha’s tight grasp.

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