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krscblw · 11 months ago

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ghoul perfume associations pt. 3!

more ghoul perfume associations bc ghost and perfume are my two main hobbies! all of these are indie/niche perfumes because those are the types of perfume i'm mainly into. these lists are really fun for me and i would love to hear what people think!!

also, jsyk: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry :/)

Aeon

Notes: non-sweet chocolate, linen, lavender

Perfumes:

Autumn Morning - Pulp Fragrance

hot chocolate, slightly spiced oatmeal, carnations, a cozy blanket

Twice To Tea - Poesie

strong earl grey tea, lavender absolute, vanilla syrup, a splash of milk

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla

Perfumes:

Not A Deer - Little & Grim

cedarwood, chestnuts, sandalwood, maple, oak, tonka, suede, clove, spiced vanilla, amber, tobacco

Loggia - Solstice Scents

“High above the village, a castle sits shrouded in a heavy gray mist. Muted moonlight illuminates its upper terraces. Thick with incense smoke, the loggia swells with invited guests, each heavily cloaked and masked. Laughter, violas and a harpsichord fill the night. Wine flows from never-ending mahogany vats. Exotic spices drape the air in fragrant bouquets. A bell rings from the archway, and all in attendance fall silent as the master of the night creatures crosses the paving stones...”

mahogany, sweet amber, musk, dark incense, deep vanilla bean, sandalwood, cardamom, black pepper, cognac and allspice

(i have this one and it's great, perfect for aether imo)

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder

Perfumes:

Spiritus Fumosus - Alkemia

volcanic basalt, smelted metal ores, amberwood, smokey birch tar, old leather, galbanum, white oud, gray amber, petrichor, wet sand, bergamot, sichuan peppercorn, gingergrass, white patchouli

Deus ex Machina - Alkemia

“An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution.”

fire-hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, gray amber

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, heavy florals, honey

Perfumes:

Virgo - Deconstructing Eden

dark amber, bulgarian rose absolute, lavender maillette, orris root, benzoin, dark fruits, bourbon vanilla

Eglantine House - Deconstructing Eden

honeyed roses, mahogany, plums, amber accord, champaca flowers, eglantine roses, white musk

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar, cold air

Perfumes:

Midnight Garden - Alkemia

night-flowering white flowers – tuberose, lily, honeysuckle, gardenia, moonflower

Calliope - Alkemia

clementine, orange blossoms, white orchid, sugared currants, tonka, and vanilla musk, cotton candy, saltwater taffy

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, spices, metal

Perfumes:

Unrequited - Deconstructing Eden

black sandalwood, raspberries, bitter orange, black pepper, smooth silky musk, dark amber, smoky patchouli

Lightning Storm - Nui Cobalt Designs

Petrichor, ozone, electrified metal, cold musk, bergamot, lime zest, cracked pink peppercorn, copal smoke, myrrh, teakwood

(this one represents dew as a water ghoul – citrus, spices, ozone, and metal. sweet, cold, and a little bitter)

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense, spices

Perfumes:

Tasseomancy - Nui Cobalt Designs

black tea spritzed with orange, incense smoke clinging to heavy velvet curtains, fireplace embers, cinnamon, clove

Tasseomancy - LVNEA

bergamot, black tea, lapsang souchong, honey, spices, milk

(yes they are both called the same thing. he's a guy with a brand i don't know what to tell you)

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, ice

Perfumes:

Eisheth - Deconstructing Eden

seawater, herbs - rosemary, mint, clary sage, bergamot, hyssop, lemongrass, and verbena, white tea

Blackwater Lake - Osmofolia

“Short-needle pine branches hang over mossy lake rocks, radiant white water lilies soak in the sun, the surface of the dark lake water ripples above submerged northern watermilfoil, and a chill in the air warns of impending autumn.”

pine needles, cold wind, northern watermilfoil, white water lilies, moss, stone, lake water

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, plants, earth, mushrooms

Perfumes:

Poor Farm - Little & Grim

“Overgrown grass, tangled undergrowth, wildflowers, the memory of fresh linens, and distant, greener pastures.”

moss, sage, ferns, sweet grasses, green wood, and chamomile

Mycelium - Treading Water Perfume

“Rounding the corner it came into view, the being that had terrorized the village for decades. It sat terrifyingly still on top of natural rock formation that resembled some strange amalgamation of an altar. An altar not made by human hands but as if created by the forest itself to honor this being. The being was here long before the village and it will continue to be here long after we are gone.”

soil, mushrooms, patchouli, black currants, hinoki wood

Nimbus/Aurora*

Notes: peach, rose, earth

Perfumes:

The Lover Tells Of The Rose - Alkemia

wild roses, lemon verbena, white pearl tea leaves, delicate white patchouli, new greens, wet moss

Apothecary Rose - LVNEA

rose gallica, rose de mai, damask rose, tarragon, violet leaf, apricot, labdanum, myrrh

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco

Perfumes:

Danse Macabre - Fyrinnae

sandalwood, amber, labdanum, vanilla, woodsmoke, smoldering logs

Leo - Deconstructing Eden

frankincense, myrrh, benzoin, amber, liatrix, blood cedar, blond tobacco absolute, sweet spices, honey

(i have this one and i love it, it's very warm and resinous)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone, vanilla

Perfumes:

Ambre Gris - Alkemia

“A rare blend of proprietary perfumery ingredients carefully oxidized by sunlight, sand, air, sea salt, water, and ocean minerals. The result is as changeable and morphing as the ocean... earthy, sweet, musky, saline.”

gray ambergris, ocean minerals, sea salt

Cerulea - OSMOFOLIA

“A synesthesia perfume inspired by a color. Sapphire ocean blue with flashes of turquoise and glistening white.”

osmanthus, ambergris, sea salt, ocean water, tuberose, cucumber

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices

Perfumes:

In Love with Everything - Imaginary Authors

“This extremely versatile (and genderless!) fragrance is great for any time of day and any time of year but the blast of energy it possesses is ideal for whenever you’re feeling low or looking for a little boost of bliss to keep your body moving and your lungs laughing long into the night.”

raspberry, citrus pulp, coconut palm sugar, madame isaac pereire, sandalwood, tropical punch, stardust

(i have this one! it's very fruity, you definitely get the fruit punch, but it still has a good amount of depth)

Eos - Fantôme

“Eos is named for the goddess of dawn—who beckons the daybreak with her rosy fingers. This perfume smells like the color of the sunrise; pink and gold light breathing life into the morning dew.”

tart lemonade, raspberries, candied rose petals, wild berries, a hint of ginger

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, incense

Perfumes:

Black Heart - Spirit & Venom

dark patchouli, clove, caramel pipe tobacco

Scorpio - Deconstructing Eden

“The fixed water sign of the zodiac, Scorpios are sensitive and intense, complicated and multi-layered. This blend is deep, still water, with notes of humid air and just the barest touch of mud.”

white and pink lotus absolute, orris root, myrrh, patchouli, gray musk, still water

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, faint sweet musk, mint, cool air

Perfumes:

Walking with a Ghost - Spirit & Venom

“Light & ethereal musk, fresh harvest pear, a whiff of perfume from a loved one long passed.”

Aquarius - Deconstructing Eden

air, an undercurrent of water, sparkling aldehydes

if you made it this far, thank you for reading! and i would love to hear your thoughts!! (/gen - do you have any recommendations? do you agree/disagree? i love talking abt this) (also thank you sm to @midnight-moth for recommending lvnea!!)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #ghoul perfume thoughts #perfume thoughts

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nescaveckwriter · 10 months ago

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Moonflowers & Werewolves 🌝🐺 - Chapter Two

Teen wolf

Derek Hale x reader

A/N: Uhmmm hold on bugsies, this is a 'claw-biter' 🤣... Hope y'all enjoy 🐞🩷

Side Note: Starting to think of doing a rewatch maybe 😅🐞🤣🥹... Also thanks for the love and support 🐞🐞🐞❤️❤️

Warnings: Swearing light. Anger. Violence. Use of weapons, anything else let me know🐺🐞😍

Stops inches away from her, glancing at her and then at the moon, the wolf starts howling at the moon, as she stood there, to afraid to even move, she catches a glimpse of the wolf's eyes, it's sort of friendly looking, there's a sense of gentleness and familiarity about the blue orbs, but that's just plain crazy, she's never seen a wolf up close.

The wolf starts walking away, he suddenly stops, staring at her, not to growl, he just simply let's out a little whine, then he starts running deeper into the woods.

Barely breathing she stood there, unsure of what to do, unable to comprehend of what just happened, why the animal didn't attack her.

....

Panting now, as he stood there on the hill, looking out over the forest, cursing himself internally "what the hell was that?, how is it that still after all this time the full moon still has such an affect on him?"

"Her heart were beating rapidly" somehow he just couldn't stop himself from getting closer, hearing her cry, just drew him in closer, somehow it made him angry, who in their right mind would hurt her? Of course he would never attack her, but it's as if the rage inside of him made him see red, it bothered him seeing her like that, scratching the back of his neck, "why did it bother me so much, seeing her with so much hurt and sadness?" He regretted it the very second when he walked towards her, seeing the fear in her eyes, made him feel like a predator, but what was he going to do tell the poor woman "hey don't worry you've met me, I'm Derek Hale and I'm a damn werewolf, yes I can rip your throat out with my bare teeth, but I won't"

Hearing footsteps between the trees makes him growl, "Dad it's just me"

"What the hell Eli?" He hissed

"I'm sorry, you were gone for so long, I had to come and see if everything is okay" he stuttered

Instantly regretting his tone in his voice "it's fine son, I'm sorry, I'm doing okay, how are you?"

Mumbling "yeah good dad, can we go home now, I always feel so strange when the moon is full"

"I know son, you'll get used to it" he lied

"If only I can be more like you dad" he whispered, knowing his dad would still hear him

Giving him a half smile "no son, you don't want to be like me, you just be yourself, all your strength will come at the right time"

"Thanks dad, but what strength, I don't have any strength" he sighed

"Your my son, a Hale, a werewolf, we'll figure it out you'll see, but we can talk more about it at home. You have school tomorrow" he replied.

....

Still struggling to figure out last night's events, she starts going through the assignments, she gave the kids, there's some nice quotes from Marilyn Monroe, even a few from Hemingway himself, but the last one she reads, leaves her cold, 'Just because I am a predator doesn't mean I have to be a killer' glaring at the name on the page Eli Hale, "what does that even mean?" Thinking to herself, "I'll talk to him after class"

The bell ringing let's the children know it's time to go home, as she's the last class for the day, as the kids walks past her, she asks Eli to quickly stay behind.

He stops, "yes miss, something wrong?" He mumbles

Her voice is sweet "Eli, the assignment yesterday, you never wrote down, where you heard it from?"

Smiling almost proudful "my dad, taught me that since I were Little"

Trying to hide the judgment in her voice she smiles "oh that's nice, I were just curious, thank you, have a great day"

He just nods, says "goodbye" and walks out.

Trying to suppress the anger she feels boiling, "who would teach their kids that? What type of monster" shaking her head , "Since when am I such a bad judge of character, he looked genuinely nice!"

....

Pulling in her driveway, glancing over to her neighbors, shaking her head. As she gets out, she hears the man's smoky voice "hey neighbor" , contemplating if she should wave at him or just let it be, but she just can't control the anger.

"Excuse me Mr. Hale" she waves him down

He laughs a little "A bit formal don't you think?"

There's a fire burning in her eyes "what is the matter with you?"

Shocked "Excuse me Madison?"

There's anger and judgement in her voice now "why would you teach your son his a predator, what type of parent does that?"

His, green - hazel eyes seems concerned, "Look Miss Wells, what I teach my son, has nothing to do with you"

The color leaves her face, "your not even going to deny it? How are you trying to raise your son? To be a predator? To go on some sort of crime bender, what kind of father does that "

''You have absolutely no right to come and attack me, about the way I parent my son, so I would appreciate it if you leave'' he hissed

Her eyes darken, her voce sharp. ''I have every right to tell you, what I think, its my job to look after the kids of my class, so in opinion you are a terrible parent and a horrible human being''

His heart rate is sky rocketing, he needs to fight harder than ever to not shift, folding his arms, to hide his claws coming out, feeling the sharp points piercing into his arm's flesh, his voice sounding croaky ''you need to leave right now, go away and don't ever come near me again''

Her eyes widening, ''fine, but this isn't over'' she mumbled

He just turns around, closing the door, falling to the ground, ''what the hell is happening why can't I suppress the shift'' letting out a soft roar. ''Something aren't right!''

Walking to her house she could've sworn she heard a roar sound. Usually she won't back down so easily but something in his demeanor frightened her. Something about him, makes her feel frightened and intrigued at the same time.

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As Eli walks into his house he sees, his dad sitting at the dining room table, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface beneath, his go to thing, when ever his really mad. ''Dad, everything oaky?''

''No Eli, everything is not fine, why the hell did you think it was a good idea to write that little thing I taught you since you were a pup down and give to your new teacher'' he hissed

''Uhm Dad, I..I'm sorry, it was the only thing I could think off, I thought you'd be proud that I remember the stupid phrase'' he stuttered

''Dammit Eli, your a werewolf, that's a phrase to keep us human, to keep us from killing, you have any idea what you've done?'' he echoed

''I'm not a werewolf, not like you'' he stammered and ran upstairs, closing his bedroom door like just a teenager can.

''Eli, get down here this very minute'' he urged. Making a fist, almost smashing it against the table, but decides against it. ''I'm doing the best I can, dammit'' he mumbled underneath his breath.

The doorbell rang, as Derek opened it, he saw Sheriff Stilinski.

''Hello Sheriff, with what can I help you?'' he sighed

''Rough day Derek?'' he acknowledged

''Two words, 'Teenaged son'' he hissed

''Been there, done that, just be glad you don't have Stiles as a son.''

Both men starts laughing.

''What brings you to my door Noah?''

''Well, something isn't quite right, some high school kids were hiking in the woods and found four bodies, two of them were human with bite marks but the other were your kind, and they were killed with silver bullets, but also, here's the part that doesn't make sense, there blood was black, as if they ingested some kind of poison but, I don't know what it is, the bodies are at the morgue, mind checking it out for me?'' he pleaded

A puzzled look on his face, ''yeah I'll check it out, give me a sec'' running upstairs, knocking on the door, ''Son, I'm going to leave , Sheriff Stilinski needs some help, I'm sorry about getting angry with you earlier, we can talk when I get home.''

Eli looked at his father, his voice distant, ''Yeah whatever dad''

Grabbing his keys, off the kitchen table, walking outside, glancing over to the neighboring house, seeing Madison carrying a box from the garage, realizing his been a full grown jerk, he needs to apologize, and think of some kind of excuse for his behavior all while making up some kind reason for the phrase. Gesturing he'll be right behind the Sheriff, he walks over towards her house.

Already catching the sweet scent of her , she smells like roses, sweet fruity roses, but the moment she turns facing him, he hears her heart starts beating faster, he can sense her fear, he just absolutely hates that this gently person is afraid of him. His voice low ''Hello''

Pursing her lips ''Hello''

''Listen about earlier, you just caught me on a bad time, and I were already stressed out, so I kind of took it out on you, as for the phrase my son wrote down, it came out of some movie, the name I can't recall, but I will talk to him, well I tried but that didn't go well, anyhow I hope you'll accept my apology.'' he claimed.

Her voice a bit shaky, ''Its fine, I'm so sorry as well, and I didn't really mean your a horrible person, I can't make assumptions of people, like that,'' pouting now ''in a way I think I let my own anger and personal baggage spill over, so I'm so sorry''

Picking up she's a bit more relaxed now and there's a soft smile forming on her lips, but before he can invite her to dinner or something, to show how sorry he is, he hears a different sound sliding through the wind. Turning around to where the sound is coming from, then suddenly hearing the exact same sound in another direction, his senses is heightened, hearing multiple heartbeats, some fast, some relaxed, forming almost a circle around them, the scents are human, the swooshing comes closer and closer, but he catches the arrow, and then the other one, but then there's multiple arrows, remembering the woman behind him, turning to face her, she's just standing there shock on her face, as he hovers over her, managing to pick her up as he ran towards the trees, she squirms and screams, but he doesn't really care, he needs to get away, drawing them after him and not after his son, while getting her too safety his eyes starts glowing, turning his hazel green eyes, into an electric blue, his back is pierced with multiple arrows, most probably laced with wolfsbane, as he feels his strength getting weaker and weaker, crashing down to the ground, seeing a man, most probably a hunter walking closer towards there position, he clings to her, for life, afraid they might think she's one of them, he pushes through the pain, gathering every last bit of strength he has left, first came the claws then the fangs, he starts roaring, warning what ever comes closer that he will attack, but the figure comes closer, until he...

Chapter Three Here :)

#Spotify #derek hale #peter hale #malia hale #scott mccall #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #jordan parrish #eli hale #moonflowers #werewolves #bugsies #d nesca

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sleepy-vix · 8 months ago

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Hey (with the intention of taking walks in a forest in the rain with you?)

How's your day been? (or how's it going?)

I don't really know what I was going to say, but hello from the abyss :) and is there anything you feel like ranting about right now? (sorry if it's a weird question, and you only have to answer if you feel comfortable to, but if you do, then it could be about anything - whether it's a life problem or a special interest)

And if you had to be any plant or part of nature, what would you be and why?

Anywho, sorry for bothering you and I hope something nice has happened or will happen to you today 🪴

YOU'RE NOT BOTHERING ME AT ALL!! i'm really happy to see you in my inbox

my day's just started (i just woke up) but my whole week has been really bad- i had all my exams crammed into this week and due to family reasons i couldnt study at all last week. usually i'm not so stressed out but i'm senior year now and everything is becoming real and i don't think i can handle it all.

i took a few quizzes last week for maths and my result was so bad (i got a B... which is bad to me)- its a reasonable score considering i didnt study (ive studied now and ik im ALOT better) but it still hit me hard because i'm so used to being "one of the smart kids" it terrifies me to be anything but (i feel like i'm nothing if im not smart)

i have my maths test today (i had 2 this week bc i do normal maths and specialist maths- that specialist maths threw me and im still a little sore over it so i feel like i'll do bad in my normal maths test- even though ik thats stupid bc i KNOW my normal maths content and im normally GOOD at maths... idk)

ig i've been panicking for my future alot lately. i dont want to disappoint anyone anymore and i want to be smart again but its getting so confusing 😭

anyways thats basically most of what im feeling, sorry for ranting (but you did tell me to rant abt smtg hehe :))

i'll be okay tho, honest (so pls dont pity me, youve already done sm to help me by letting me talk abt this TvT)

also if i were a plant, i'd like to be a moonflower. blooming at night time sounds very nice to me and to be named after THE MOON is like the highest honour ever in my head :)

how about you? what plant would you be? what'd been happening in your life? 🌃

ty for the ask 😵‍💫

#asks #moots ✮

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starsarefire824 · 3 months ago

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👽- What do you think is the weirdest thing about your WIP is?

🔪- How do you feel about writing fight scenes?

👍- What was the first piece of creative writing you ever did? How do you feel about it now?

��- Post one sentence you think is really great.

I want to know them all, sorry <3

aw ollie my love thanks for these! @souverian-are-we

👽- What do you think is the weirdest thing about your WIP is?

oh god. i guess i think the weirdest thing i'm writing right now has to be a derelict mind? there's just so much uncomfortable shit happening in that story that has to do with mental institutions historically exploiting and abusing patients. and the weirdest part of all might be that the whole story was inspired by research i did into my great, great grandfather who lived and died at 32 from TB in the 1910s in a pretty notorious state hospital near where I live. I have his records and have even included some of them in the graphics i made for it. so even though the story really has nothing to do with him per se, emotionally that's where it's coming from! a lot of the stories and videos and books i've looked at on the hospitals near me have inspired it. it's all just a little more morbid than i usually get.

🔪- How do you feel about writing fight scenes?

i hate it honestly. lmaooo. altho! i have been trying to look at them like i do love scenes, which helps. 😆 i'd love to write a pirate au someday. it's just the swashbuckling i'm a little worried about!

i do have to say tho---the domestic fight scene in moonflower was fun for me. there was just so much pent up emotion and deep anger brewing that i enjoyed writing it finally coming to a head.

👍- What was the first piece of creative writing you ever did? How do you feel about it now?

i watched harrison's flowers when i was like 13 and was so heartbroken over it i wrote three chapters of a similar story. never to be seen or heard of again. thank god.

😍- Post one sentence you think is really great.

i hate u for this one, ollie.

but i really love the letter mike writes in touch me like you know me. it just makes me all emotional for some reason.

here's a line from it:

But there’s something I wanted you to know. That I need you to know. That day in your room at the end of senior year, when it was too hot and sticky for June, and the clouds blew in thick and dark and laid heavy across the green tops of the trees, is where I left my heart.

#ollie asks #byler #writing things!#justmyname #stranger things #personal

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gemcatx · 4 months ago

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Hey, I'm back! Sorry for not posting for a literal year or so, but the plot shall continue!

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Chapter 4

Back to Hanazuki, the sick moonflower woke up in a cold sweat. her head pounded and her nose was stuffy, but the more she fought the sleepiness, the stronger its pull became. she was scared. what was happening to her? it doesn't make sense. The the thought brought her to tears.

She whimpered softly as tears streamed down her cheeks. "hemkas? is someone there...?" Hanazuki whispered quietly, her vision blurred with tears. the hemkas hopped to her and talked over each other, hugging her in relief while simultaneously trying to console her. she felt a pang of guilt as she saw her beloved hemkas so concerned, even though it wasn't their fault that she was sick.

then a sudden though crossed her mind "hemkas...I need you to help me up. I have a plan" she said, with a hopeful look. the hemkas chittered with hesitation and concern but they didn't have anything better than what she was thinking of. so they jumped into action, grabbing onto her legs and hauling her into a sitting position, "ok...halfway done" she muttered, her petals flashing continously between gray and purple as her determination somewhat overpowered her fatigue. "I can do this....." she said with confidence, clenching her fists. she stood up, and her hemkas combined into one big hemka that placed her atop it. "yeah, that's probably better that what I planed to move. thanks" Hanazuki said with a chuckle as she wobbled slightly. she was still weak, though she couldn't deny that her determination helped immensely. she rode the big hemka, guiding it to a certain mouth-portal. but they stopped when hearing "Hanazuki? where are you going? you shouldn't be moving by yourself" which came from Dazzlessence. "oh...hey Dazz...I was-" she was interrupted by her sneezing fit.

"-going to test an idea I had to stop whatever is happening to me" she finished.

Dazzlessence nodded in understanding. "well? let me hear it" "see that portal over there?" she pointed to the mouth-portal. "yeah?" "it's connected to multiple gateways to other moons. mabey there's a moonflower that can help. I haven't gone through before because of all the paths, but I'm desperate"

Dazzlessence grinned mischievously "I guess it can't hurt to look; I love a challenge~" Dazzlessence said as he stepped forward and entered the portal. "wait!" Hanazuki cried, reaching out towards Dazzlessence "what happened?" "nothing; just be careful" she replied before passing out again and was taken back to bed by the hemkas.

#save hanazuki #Hanazuki

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writcraft · 1 year ago

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Rare Pair Tag

Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.). Thank you @sitp-recs for the tag! I am sorry it has taken me so long to get to this. Also sorry to my dash for answering all the tags in one day <3

Okay, so my OTPs are Drarry and Snarry and I also love playing around with all different pairings, so I'm going to choose a select few. Below the cut, thoughts on Harry/Teddy, Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, James Potter/Sirius Black (is this a rare pair? IDK) and bisexual Molly Weasley.

I would love to hear thoughts on this (no pressure) from @teacup-tai, @thehoneybeet, @gracerene, @shiftylinguini, @moonflower-rose, @magpiefngrl and @danpuff-ao3 (if you haven't already done this) and anyone else who cares to!

Harry/Teddy: I ship it because it's WRONG. Ha. No, I don't think it is at all, but I think Harry does and that's what appeals. So many of my fics have this kind of inner struggle and conflict, the questions, the lingering sense of maybe doing something you shouldn't or tentatively starting a relationship that transgresses self-imposed boundaries. I love a confident, smitten and adult Teddy. I love seeing Harry as older, through Teddy's eyes. In fact, seeing a 'salt and pepper' Harry through anyone's eyes is a massive *chefs kiss* moment for me. The difference between the man the world sees and that private character that has to be teased out from all the noise that surrounds him in public life. They have all these parallels through losing their parents before they ever got to know them, but what happened after that point was so different, the way they work through those points of similarity and difference is fascinating to me. I thank @lqtraintracks and @shiftylinguini in particular for their damn fine Harry/Teddy which first got me into this ship and kept me there, salivating over their stories.

Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank: I feel weird writing 'Wilhelmina' because it does, per my headcanon, feel a little like deadnaming. Will (as I will call her from here on) is so much more comfortable for the character I have in my head, but also Will in my head is of a generation that maybe doesn't have the same language we have today (as per my short Stone Butch Blues). I love thinking about these characters both as younger, older and everything in between. I love this ship so much I wrote nearly 70,000 words in homage to them (Play Me Like A Love Song) which is my longest fic in HP fandom. I have @kellychambliss and others to thank for my love of Minerva and, indeed, for introducing me to this ship. Something about these women, the butch lesbian potential of it all, the stories, the timelines they lived through (PMLALS is split into five decades from the 1950s to the 2000s), the wars they have seen and the potential for that cross-over with things happening in queer Muggle space during that timeline is so completely my jam. It was a privilege to have the luxury of time to indulge all my thoughts and feels and to bring (hopefully) a really rich Minerva-centric story into the Little Compton Street universe.

James Potter/Sirius Black: Is this cheating? Is this really a rare pair? I suppose it is more rare than Sirius/Remus (which I also really enjoy) so I am counting it. This is my OG BFFs to lovers ship. I primarily lurk around in the enemies to lovers space, but these two. THESE TWO. From the glimpses we get in canon? Obsessed with one another. As with Min and Will, there is something so compelling about their timeline that it has this really visceral impact on me whenever I write them together. I get very Muggle about them, I must admit. The 1970s. Punk rock. Rock Against Racism. National Front. Police outnumbering people marching in London Pride. Thatcher. Winter of Discontent. The impending doom of 1981 per canon (but also the queer history of the 80s that looms too for me with this ship). My original fic, if I ever get to finish it, is sapphic, non-magical and very much not James/Sirius, but it is all in their timeline. The whole 'navigating being gay (or bisexual)' thing in this particular moment, in this particular time, gives me so many feels for them. I do have a project planned where I get to write them as older men who 'lived through it all.' I just need to wrangle with canon and plotting to get to that point. Here's my playlist for them. All music of the era.

Bisexual/Questioning Molly Weasley: I actually have no single ship I enjoy more than another with this headcanon (I have written Molly/Poppy before) but I kind of love Molly femslash. There is something about her character that is written in such a heteronormative way in canon, I am always thirsty for any kind of Molly love story involving another woman and still letting her have that canon trajectory but queering it. The invisibility of bisexuality, I guess. IDK. I'm just drawn to this and love it when Molly has these moments of queer exploration.

#hp rare pairs #harry x teddy #prongsfoot #minerva mcgonagall

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randomscropio · 1 year ago

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First Meeting

Day two of @angelcloves half mil extravaganza, OC. I'm gonna be using one of my WoF ocs because I have had this idea for a while now and finally have an excuse to do it! (I also couldn't figure anything out for Lilly, sorry Lilly :( )

Warnings: hiding, school, things being too loud

Moonflower was always different from the dragons around her. She hated being touched without warning, she hated thee feeling of mud on her talons, and she hated sudden loud noises. All of these things (except the last one) other dragons loved or were okay with.

When Moonflower first got to Obsidian Academy, a school made for hybrids and triple hybrids, everything was so loud. But she didn't want to tell anyone out of fear of what they would think.

One day when she was having a particularly sensitivity to noise (which sometimes happened) a younger student, probably a one or two-year-old who was visiting a sibling, yelled in her ear. She ran away as soon as that happened and covered her ears with her talons while hiding in a closet.

A dragon came up to the closet and Moonflower got ready to leave immediately.

"Hi. The teacher told me to come get you." A blueish-grey dragon said. Moonflower knew he saw her distress. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, sitting down next to her.

Moonflower shook her head. "It's just really loud. Well, today at least."

"I get that, sometimes it's too loud for me too. Happens every two to three years for me."

"Well consider yourself lucky. I have to experience this thing every six months or so."

"I'm Emperor, I'm in the Topaz winglet. What's your name?"

"Moonflower, Pearl winglet. You can call me Moon though."

"Okay, Moon. Hey, that sounds familiar!"

"Moonwatcher had the same nickname."

"I was about to say that. Wow, you must really like history."

Moonflower nodded. "That's actually my favorite subject."

"If I'm being honest." Emperor spoke in a whisper. "I hate history. It's so hard!"

Moonflower giggled, "I could help you."

"Thanks, let's get back to class before the teacher sends another student."

"Alright, sounds good."

#wings of fire #rainwing #moonflower #nightwing #seawing #oc #emperor

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vanillafalvoredcoffee · 1 year ago

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POV: You came home late (one shot)

"When they coming back?"

Moonflower mumbled , her eyes glued to the floorboards. Her hands clutched at each other tightly, her nails leaving marks on her palms. The room grew so quiet, she could hear the faint sound of her own heartbeat and heavy breathing. Her eyes burned with the need to cry... but she couldn't do it. She wouldn't let them see her this weak.

Not...again..

Her gaze shifted from the floor to the clock hanging on the wall by the kitchen table, it's way too late... A few minutes earlier, the front door had opened with a loud click, which made her feel a rush of relief.

She rushed over to the person that came inside their house with a bright smile,

"Welcome back! I was... worried about you"

Her voice cracked when she finished speaking. They looked at Moonflower with a soft expression on their face and then they smiled warmly at her, Her partner just looks so pretty when they smile...

Moonflower was drawn from her thoughts when she felt them resting their hand on top of her head and it made her heart beat even harder - not out of fear, but because they seemed to be looking at her in such a loving way.

"Sorry for the wait...my friend asked me to do their work for the time being"

The way they spoke to her made her cheeks blush red and she quickly pulled her attention away, her focus on the ground instead. It took a moment for her to compose herself enough to speak again,

"That's... fine..."

There was a long pause before she looked up at them again. She stared deep into their alluring irises, trying hard to look sincere. After another pause she started fidgeting,

"Um...do you want some water? Or something to eat? I can make dinner-"

Her partner shook their head, giving her a soft smile before saying,

"No...No, thank you...I'm just...not hungry today"

There was a slight hesitance in the way the words left their lips. There's something wrong...she could tell

"Is there something you're hiding from me? huh darling?"

Her gaze turned serious...in an almost scary way as she leaned down towards them and her partner immediately averted their gaze. Moonflower's eyes widened slightly before narrowing showing concern with a slight anger

"I'm going to ask you one more time...what's wrong?"

They didn't answer...but Moonflower already knew

"You don't have to hide anything from me...you know?"

They said with a sigh.

There was a long silence between them as Moonflower tried to calm her racing pulse, she could still sense her lover's unease and tension

Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only a couple of minutes passed, Moonflower sighed and gave her partner a warm yet forced smile

"Come on...we'll sit on our couch. You can tell me whatever that's on your mind, I won't get mad!"

She grabbed onto their hand and brought them to the living room before sitting down. They sat down next to her and crossed their legs, placing their arms in their lap

"I promise you, if you tell me everything that happened, I'll stay with you through it all. So please, Darling...tell me what's bothering you"

#oc character #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #for fun #yandere x reader #one shot #yandere writing

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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago

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I KNOW I FEEL SO ASHAMED AND UNWORTHY!! Please don't kick me out of the Milf club 😭 She's only in the studio on Wednesday and Saturday and since I usually get bigger pieces I really didn't think about her. I'M SORRY HOT TATTOOED MILF ARTIST!!

Yes! For my patchwork leg I will get some! I currently have 4 specifi ideas that I wanna get soon! Maybe I will directly ask for the hot milf... The excitement in the upcoming days before getting the tattoo is the best feeling ever. Enjoy the euphoria of it all!

Omfg The Haunting of Hill House is absolutely incredible!!! The hidden ghost, the cinematography, the meaning behind it all. It's fantastic! That is definitely the best piece of horror media. Mike Flanagan is a genius, all of his movies are fantastic as well! Only Midnight Mass was a bit disappointing to me. Bly Manor was heartbreaking, I couldn't finish it. But still so beautiful! Hush and Oculus are my favorite movies by him. I'm so so excited for his upcoming new show, I really cannot wait. Kate looks so fucking good in it!

Tattoos based on Hill House and Bly Manor?? What a good fucking idea! What are you planning?

I could never kick you out of the milf club!! I’m scared to get bigger pieces, but I love all of your big ones!! I think the longest one I have gotten was an hour. What was your longest one?

What kind of tattoos do you have in mind? I bet they are beautiful! Dude, I am so excited for tattoo, but it’s going on my ribs and it’s going to be so painful but it will be worth it!!

YES!!! YOU GET THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE!! THAT ENTIRE IS JUST CHEFS KISS!!! I actually might start my rewatch a day early just because I miss those little shits (they are fully grown adults with all different types of trauma). I want to put Mike Flanagan in a box far away from people so nothing bad ever happens to him. He truly has some of the best work out. Midnight Mass definitely isn’t my favorite work from him, but I thought it was still a good watch, the ending was a bit of a letdown though. You should finish Bly Manor if you have the time!!! Although I recommend finishing it by yourself with several hours to spare afterwards to spend crying. The Fall of the House of Usher looks so fucking good, and I love that it’s based off of Edgar Allan Poe! And Kate does look fantastic in it!! God she was so hot in Hill House

for the Hill House tattoo, I want to get ‘the rest is confetti’ or maybe a fineline one of the house itself. For Bly Manor, I want to get a moonflower with maybe “As long as those days are with you, Poppins” around it

#bender chats

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exepelia-chan · 2 years ago

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Hello, may I request how Rengoku, Tengen, Douma, Muzan, and Akaza would react to a female reader getting 'stuck'?

(Whether she did it on purpose or accidentally can be up to you)

Ok here goes ✓ 1+, mentions of breeding, modern AU, jerking off, blood sucking, (stepbro I'm stuck without the stepbro) female!Reader praise kinks degradation if you squint. Oral(fem receiving) bondage. (Sorry for the typos, guys.)

Rengoku, Kyojuro

So you thought it'd be funny to pretend that you got stuck in the washing machine in front of THE UMAI MASTER and, long story short he knew it was a prank and actually made you get stuck..

You lied on the bed in defeat. All limbs tied eyes covered; which didn't matter cause they'd be closed in bliss so anyway. "Kyojuro... W-we can talk about this..." "Really? We can? Didn't seem like talking when you flaunted your ass while the other half of you was quote unquote, " stuck". You couldn't say anything to that. A Waze of excitement cane over you as the bed dipped under the weight of Kyojuro. "Itadakimasu~". Was what you heard. He sloppily lapped up the clear and white fluid that seem to pour out every second. "Kyo~ please let m- AH!" A jolt of pain came to your left ass cheek along with...heat? "Ahhh~ " You dragged out a moan. "Calm down little flame, you're not coming until I say so. Yeah.. Its gonna be a long night.

Uzui, Tengen

There's not much to say here but... Two of the rest of the wives teamed up WITH Tengen.

Tengen stands tall, belt in hand. You look in the mirror, tears in your eyes. Makio holds you down and Hina hold Suma. She just HAD to have her awesome, bright idea. Now look at where you are. Crying, ass red, face puffy. This could've been avoided. "TENGEN SAMAAA WE'RE SORRYY!!!" Suma yells out again as fresh, hot tears roll down her face. "Really?" "YES!" you screamed out. Makio looks down with pitiful eyes. "Well let's check to make sure~. Took about a good two days to sit down...

Douma

He was thankful for this opportunity because instead of having to go out and kill a human he could drink straight from his favorite person whose been such a bad girl today.

"Douma~" you huffed as tears threatened to spill out of your eyelids. You know not to cry around him. Crying makes it worse. He waa so much stronger than you. You could only sit there and take it as your face became pale. "Its ok baby, this helps you sleep remember ~. That sweet voice was the last thing you heard before closing your eyes.

Kibutsuji,Muzan

I personally don't like the dude soooo.

You yell and cry for some sort of savior. But there is none. Muzan fills you up with his blood; more and more. But suddenly you're on the brink of destruction and he stops. He pulls your face in for a kiss that feels like your skin might rip off. You don't care though. It grows back in less than a second. All you need to sit and love this feeling of blood rushing power. "Ah~ this painful feel of power~". " My fucking little masochist."

Akaza

He smiled and left?

It had been two hours since you pulled your little stunt and he didn't do anything. You got sleepy and decided to take a nap. "Mmm" you wiggle your hips and reach down. 'Hair?' You thought to yourself. "Ah!" The feeling you had suddenly got intense; so intense in fact that you thought you about to cum hard. "Akaza I-" All pleasure stopped in an instant. You grabbed his hair and tried to force him on you but, he wouldn't budge. "Sorry moonflower, that's the most you're out of me." He winked. "Oh, and don't let me catch you touching yourself! You have a vivid imagination so, I'm sure you know what would happen ~" . And just like that... He got up and left.

#rengoku x reader #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #douma x reader #tengen smut #tengen x you #akaza x female reader #kny akaza #muzan jackson #muzan x you

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drarrymybeloved · 3 years ago

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thank you for the tag @crazybutgood & @softlystarstruck i'm v excited after seeing all your brilliant goals 👀 this is a fab idea @corvuscrowned, a great way to ring in the new year 🙌🏼 i also made a banner because....any excuse to make one, am i right?

2021 was the year i started writing for fandom — writing in general really — and it's been an amazing learning experience! i've found a community of really cool people (special shout out to @drarrymicrofic) and i've pleasantly surprised myself with my writing. in that spirit, here are my goals for 2022:

✰ my biggest goal for 2022 is to stop writing with the sole intent of publishing! i've noticed that practically everything i write, i write with the end goal of sharing it on tumblr/ao3, and while there's nothing wrong with that, i want to focus on writing for the sake of writing, first and foremost. not even writing to finish a story, just writing an unconnected scene or whatever, that i don't intend on sharing with anyone.

✰ this next goal is sort of connected to the first: write that damn conversation!! i have various fictional characters living rent free in my head and they end up talking to each other a lot (way to not sound like a crazy person nim👍🏼👍🏼). i often find myself idly thinking "oh that was good, i should write that down" only to not do so because it has no context (yet) and/or i'm feeling lazy. no more of that in 2022!! who knows, just by typing out a few exchanges, i might accidentally stumble upon the perfect context. but that won't happen until i actually open the damn document.

✰ write smut 😂 not because i feel like it's something i need to do, now or eventually, because it's not! you can perfectly well never write smut if you're so inclined. but i want to experiment with it, because i've never written it and i do love a challenge. maybe it'll be shit and i won't like it, and maybe it won't, but i want to give myself space to play around with it on my own, with no outside eyes (until i feel ready for that, if i do).

✰ write plot. when i say write plot, i don't necessarily mean write long fic, because even short fic can pack a lot of plot as well. whether it's 5k or 15k, i want to write things with a substantive-ish plot and structure, that has a clear beginning, middle and end.

✰ participate in at least 2 fests! i won't hold myself too strictly to this goal, because life does seem to have a habit of imploding at inconvenient times, but honestly i would love to achieve this! fluff fest was SUCH a lovely experience, i want more of that next year.

✰ get better at commenting 😩 the joy i feel when i get a comment on one of my fics is such a rush and i honestly need to give that back to the authors i read and love.

✰ and finally — and this is a very me thing i need to work on — stop with the comparisons! i've gotten better at this over time spent in fandom and in fandom spaces (all thanks to the lovely, encouraging people in fandom 💕) but if i'm not comparing kudos and hits and comments, then i end up comparing fandom presence (which, to be totally honest, i don't even fully understand comprises of so 😭) and that's really detrimental to my confidence in myself in general, not just as a writer.

i'm pretty sure at this point all of the drarry squad has been summoned 😂 sorry if i end up double (or triple) tagging you! @nv-md @hogwartsfirebolt @callmegri @gallifrey1sburning @tackytigerfic @april-thelightfury115 @cluelesspigeons @moonflower-rose @starlitsilvereyes @phoebe-delia @isamijoo @wheezykat @orange-peony @the-starryknight and anyone else who fancies, jump in if you like!

#2022 fandom goals #personal #tag games

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sharkbait77 · 3 years ago

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The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Chapter Six

Rating: T (that's how you know it's pure fluff lol)

Warnings: Slight sadness in the beginning, Reader sings a pretty depressing song (I actually have a disclaimer about it after the chapter), parent expectation drama, language, but other than that we are back in fluff town!

W/C: 5k (this one got away from me a little 😭)

A/N: (Can I just say fate was against me writing this chapter so bad, first the whole thing got deleted on accident so I started over, then suddenly my draft disappeared & I started over again. I nearly gave up but I didn't because I love them 😭 but it also isn't the best chapter because I got so flustered) But we are back with cute Marcus/Reader interactions!! I wrote a recap of chapter 5.5 in the beginning (nothing explicit so it's safe but still letting you know). And we are halfway through the story! Thank you to everyone that has reblogged & liked, I appreciate you all! ♥️ Since we don't really know much about Marcus from before The Mentalist, I spun my own little story for him lol (I haven't read any other Marcus fics that has a backstory similar to mine, this truly came from my own head so I'm sorry if someone's story is close to his! It's totally unintentional)

Song mentioned:

Chapter 5.5 (ONLY IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE)

Chapter Five | Chapter Seven

The Singer Masterlist

I wish I could cut Teresa out 😤 but I love his face 🥺

In the three weeks that followed that night at your apartment, you and Marcus fell right back into place, like nothing ever happened. You did it; you opened up about your ex and you were right. You felt so much better. It was like you packed it all away in a box, locking it up and throwing it out to never be thought of again. And best of all, Marcus wants to stay. He wants to wait for you. Neither of you brought up your exes after that, feeling it was unnecessary and only looking forward. Now you can truly focus on your healing, which was admittedly easier with Marcus by your side.

Marcus feels better, too. He thought he scared you away, but you were only trying to protect him. He still feels terrible about what you had opened up to him about, but he knows you're a force to be reckoned with, even if you didn't think so. He promises himself to never let you forget it or doubt yourself again.

He kept showing up at the bar after work to watch the last half of your show, laughing softly when he would see Ms. Lidia pull you by the hand into conversation. But you were never rude, always smiling and humoring her until you politely said goodbye. He loves that about you. You had allowed him to stay, to be a part of your life, and he promised to go at your pace. He only hopes you'll eventually feel as strongly for him as he does for you.

You two had even decided to make movie nights at your apartment a weekly get together. You agreed to stay friends for now, but he was thrilled when you brought the idea up to him. Of course he said yes. He insisted on buying the pizza and wine, no matter how much you refused, reasoning that it was only fair since you were hosting him. It quickly became your favorite night of the week, bumping the night at the bar from the top spot, and you looked forward to hanging out with him in the comfort of your own home.

The feelings you have for one another only get stronger. You fight your insecurities diligently and you slowly start letting your heart open to him. You're afraid to let him know, not finding the right moment to tell him you officially want to start dating. Marcus is already head over heels for you, but he doesn't want to say it and frighten you, just in case you still need time, so he'll wait for you to approach him. You both hit a standstill, neither one of you sure when to let the other know about your feelings.

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The second Tuesday of the month: your favorite day. The bar closes for general maintenance, and the team is usually done by lunchtime, but the manager of the bar keeps it closed for the rest of the day regardless. It's the only time you have to play and practice, keeping your mind sharp and your fingers nimble. You're grateful to the manager; he lets you stay in the bar by yourself to play, an old promise of Cecil's to you that your late friend made him keep when Cecil hired him.

You remove your blazer, setting it down on top of your purse to keep it from hitting the floor and you scoot yourself in on the bench, flipping up the cover to reveal the ivory keys that lie beneath. You grab your small briefcase, scanning through the different works of Bach, Chopin, Beethoven, flipping through the music sheets until you find one you desire playing. You pull out the sheets for "Moonlight Sonata", placing them on the stand attached to the piano. You stretch your fingers out, playing the first chords of the song and letting them dance across the keys, losing yourself in the song.

Marcus walks toward the back entrance of the bar; he asked Celina if she knew where you were and she let him know that you were at the bar practicing. He figured she meant practicing songs, but when he opens the door and he hears the booming sounds of a piano, his heart skips. He had no idea. He walks toward the sound until you come into view. You're wearing jean shorts and a gray tank top and heat rushes to his face when he sees your tank top rise up your back as you play. He steps closer, standing still and listening for a moment, not yet wanting to interrupt you.

He realizes you must have not heard him walk in or next to you; your eyes are shut as you let muscle memory take over, never missing a single note. Incredible. He watches the masterpiece unravel before him, the muscles in your arms, shoulders, and hands flexing beautifully and his heart aches. He can already feel that little word wanting to fall right out of his mouth. You finish the last soft notes of the song, your eyes opening and landing on the music sheets you didn't need in front of you.

"That was beautiful," Marcus says, his sudden declaration frightening you.

"Jeez — Marcus!" You startle, feeling a shock of anxiety snap your heart. You place your hand on your chest as you slowly turn your head to look at Marcus, greeting you with a sheepish grin.

"You know, one of these days I'm going to have a heart attack for real and you'll be getting my hospital bills."

"I guess I better sign a waiver then," he laughs.

"Just stop scaring me!" You laugh along. "What are you doing here? How'd you know where I was?"

"Celina told me," he replies and you look at him, dumbstruck.

"Since when do you and Celina talk?" You ask.

"She pulled me to the side one night when you went to the bathroom. She pretty much gave me the 'if you hurt my best friend' speech," he chuckles.

"I'm gonna kill her," you shake your head and smile.

"Yeah well, we exchanged numbers in case we ever needed to talk about certain things without a certain someone knowing," he winks at you.

"Oh great, you guys talk shit then?" You joke and he nods, laughing when you nudge him playfully with your closed fist.

"You better be careful, otherwise you won't be able to play anymore," he rubs his arm. "I didn't even know you played," he smiles and grabs a chair from a nearby table to sit on.

"Yeah, my parents put me in lessons when I was a kid. I'm pretty sure they just wanted me out of the house," you laugh together. "But I ended up loving it, so it stuck."

"Do you have any original songs?" He asks and your heart drops.

"Um... Yeah, I've written one song," you give him a shy smile and his eyes brighten with excitement.

"Can I hear it?"

Should I? You weigh your options in your mind; you hesitate on letting him hear the song, but you also don't want to hide anything from him anymore.

"Uh, sure. Yeah," you smile at him. "Just give me a second," you mutter as you turn to your briefcase, opening the small pocket in the back and pulling out the folded music sheets.

"It's been a long time since I've played this so... Go easy on me," you chuckle softly, unfolding the sheets and placing them on the stand.

Marcus sits there, eagerly waiting for you to start. He senses your nervousness as you take a shuddering breath and he's about to tell you that you don't have to play it, but your fingers start moving across the keys. The song starts slowly, focused on the deeper chords of the piano.

He listens intently when you start singing in a much lower and sadder voice than he's used to and he knows this song won't be a happy one. He pays attention to the lyrics, the hurt trickling from your lips to his heart.

Intuition is always right,

I should have trusted mine.

He knows what you mean. He wants to stop you, but you get carried away in the song, closing your eyes again and disregarding the sheets on the stand, playing from memory and from your heart. You call yourself a moonflower, only able to bloom in darkness.

Anoxia? He doesn't like the sound of that and he feels an anger grow within him as his mind paints an awful picture. You continue singing about your growth and how you need to move on from the pain.

Your voice is hauntingly beautiful as you sing a pitch higher in the last part of the song until it comes to an end. You open your eyes and take a deep breath, removing your hands from the piano and watching them shake in your lap. You feel a sense of relief, another part of your past that you didn't realize you needed to release. You take another breath, looking up at Marcus and he's just sitting there, giving you a gentle smile.

"That was beautiful," he compliments. He doesn't want to push the subject of the lyrics further, deciding to ask you about it at a later time.

"Thanks," you smile back. "I'm surprised I remembered it." A moment passes before Marcus speaks again.

"I wanted to see if you would like to go to the evening farmer's market today," he asks and you smile brightly at him.

"I would love to."

He offers to leave the bar and pick you up later, but you ask him to stay and sit while you play. You never let anyone sit with you before, claiming it as your alone time, but with Marcus you don't feel the need to be alone anymore. Marcus doesn't interrupt you, doesn't ask any questions, just sits there and listens, watching you play slow and fast songs and complimenting your skills.

You scoot over on the bench and invite him to sit next to you. The bench is small, so it's unavoidable that your sides are lined up right against each other. You successfully teach him "Chopsticks" and you play a small duet together until Marcus begins fumbling his fingers, the nerves getting to him from being so close to you. He doesn't leave the bench after that, sitting next to you while you play and you lean into him to reach his side of the piano.

The afternoon fades into evening and you grab your briefcase, filing away the music sheets you pulled out to show Marcus. He glances at the watch on his wrist and looks around at the still empty bar, no staff members or patrons entering.

"Where is everyone?" He asks.

"Oh, the bar's closed today. Every second Tuesday of the month," you explain. "That's why I'm here; it's the only time I can play until I can afford one of my own. But I'm saving for a car first, so it might take a while.” You shrug and smile.

Marcus has a quick thought that he would love to buy a piano for you in the home you live in together, your beautiful melodies filling every corner of the house and he would never have to live without music again. He snaps himself out of it when you stand, putting your blazer back on while you wait for him to stand as well.

He walks you to his car and he drives to the designated parking lot for the farmer's market, having to circle around a couple of times until he gets lucky when someone leaves and he's able to take that spot. He's still the perfect gentleman for you, opening the door and offering his arm to you, and though he feels sad when you pull away from him, he doesn't take it to heart.

The two of you walk through the market; all the stands are up and there's already a fairly large crowd you have to maneuver around. You bump into Marcus often, apologizing to him, but he doesn't mind. Part of him is glad it's so busy just so you could stay close together as you walk through.

A stand catches your eye; they're selling an assortment of avocado oils all in different flavors. Not just oils for cooking, but also lip balms and hand creams. Marcus beams as he watches you taste test the different oils on small pieces of bruschetta, making yummy noises when you find one you love. You pay the vendor for the oil, putting the bag in your purse and you turn to Marcus with a happy smile on your face.

You pass by another stand selling all kinds of flowers: tulips, gardenias, roses, and more. You stray from Marcus to look at the bouquets of daisies and baby's breath and he looks at the different colored roses: pink, white, even rainbow. The woman behind the table hands him a blue rose and whispers the meaning behind it in his ear. He blushes slightly as he looks over to you, your eyes closed and nose buried in a pink tulip, and he looks back at the vendor. He tries to pay her and she refuses, telling him to pass the gift along to you.

You feel Marcus walk up next to you and turn to see him with his arm behind his back. You look at him suspiciously, nearly asking him about it until he brings his arm forward again, handing you a beautiful, blue rose.

"Marcus," you gasp. "How romantic," you smile and your words catch him off guard as the pink hue brightens in his cheeks.

You head over to a coffee truck, blue rose in hand, and you order a caramel latte while Marcus orders a chai latte. A few minutes pass and you chat about the different stands and merchandise, saying you'll have to come again when you have more money. The barista calls out your coffees and you throw a few dollar bills into the tip jar before the two of you continue walking down the street.

"So, tell me something," you say with your mouth over the lid of your disposable cup. Marcus waits for you to swallow the liquid in your mouth to hear your question.

"How did you become an FBI agent? In the art department nonetheless?"

"Well..." He says, a pitch higher than his resting tone as he drags out the word.

"If it's a touchy subject, you don't have to tell me," you reassure, but he turns to you and smiles.

"No, I'd love to tell you about it," you smile back. "My father's a lawyer, a pretty successful one at that, and he was insistent on me becoming one like him. You know, to keep it in the family. He started hounding me once I got to high school and I didn't really feel like I had any other choice so I applied and got accepted into law school.

"I made it about halfway through when I realized that I was in control of what I wanted to do with my life. So I quit. You can imagine how upset my father was. He stopped supporting me and kicked me out of the house." He scoffed and shook his head, keeping his attention to a small rock under his shoe.

"I'm sorry," you say as you give him a comforting squeeze on his arm. He looks at you and smiles, taking a deep breath to continue.

"I slept on a friend's couch for a while until I could get my feet back on the ground. I used to stay up late watching that old show, The FBI, and ever since then, I knew I wanted to be just like Lewis Erskine," he chuckles, making you laugh as well.

"I went back to school, double majored in art and criminal justice, graduated at the top of my class, and worked my ass off training at the academy and now," he gestures to himself. "Here I am."

"That's really inspiring, Marcus," you smile. "It makes me feel better for going after my own passion."

"You shouldn't have felt bad about it in the first place," he grins and you feel heat rise to your ears from his encouragement. He takes a drink of his tea while you think of your next question.

"So... How's your relationship with your dad now?"

"It's still pretty strained," he shrugs. "We never were really close anyway so it didn't surprise me that he wasn't at my college or academy graduation. As long as my mom was there, that's all I cared about."

"Well, you should be very proud of yourself, not many people have the strength to stand up to their parents and stray from what they want and expect from you," you smile warmly at him. Now his face is the one heating up.

"So okay, that's a cool story by itself, but why art specifically?" You finish the last of your coffee and toss it in a trash can as you walk by.

"I've always been fascinated by any form of art; paintings, music, cinema," he says. "I was even in a band before I went back to school."

You stop walking and grab his arm tightly, making him stop as well. He turns to look at you, eyes and mouth open wide in shock.

"You were in a band?!" You ask excitedly, others around you turning their heads to look your way. You place your hand over your mouth. "I'm sorry," you say quietly as you giggle and you continue walking.

"I didn't think it was that much of a shock," he smiles as he rubs the back of his head.

"What instrument did you play?" You ask, cutting him off before he can answer. "Wait, don't tell me..." You squint at him and rub your chin between your thumb and index finger as you try to guess. He finishes his tea while he waits, throwing the empty cup away in another trash can you pass by.

"Bass?" You finally ask.

"Yes!" Marcus laughs, surprised that you got it right. "How did you know?"

"It was just a guess," you say as you stifle a laugh. Now Marcus is the one squinting at you, knowing that wasn't the true reason you hit the head on the nail.

"Okay, okay. You just have that vibe," you admit as you smile.

"'That vibe'?" Marcus asks as he uses his fingers to quote your words in the air.

"Yeah, you know, that bass player vibe," you say, moving your arms to hold an invisible guitar, pretending to pluck strings and you bob your head slightly while you talk. "The 'I'm too cool to play all six strings, I only need four to show how cool I am' guy," you try to contain your laughter to no avail and Marcus's face comes together in confusion as he laughs with you.

"Okay, that guy sounds like a douchebag, are you trying to say that I'm a douchebag?" He throws his hand on his chest in mock offense, but he can't keep a straight face as he watches the genuine belly laugh pour out of you.

"No, no!" You say through laughs, taking a breath to calm yourself. "Okay, that was a bad example, but it does seem like an instrument you'd play," you both laugh together until it dies down. Marcus waits a beat before speaking again.

"I sang, too," he smiles and you grab his arm again.

"You sing?!" You ask loudly again, not caring about any onlookers and you immediately picture dueting with him.

"No, I sang. Past tense," your smile fades into a serious look. "It's been so long, I'm afraid I've lost my touch."

"Singing never leaves you; it's always in the present, in the now," you say as you wave your hand dramatically and wink at him.

Marcus looks away to hide the large smile you put on his face. Your hand lingers on his arm while you walk, not finding the strength to pull it off. The sky is turning a red-orange in line with the setting sun, fading into lavender and periwinkle throughout the rest. It makes you smile seeing the beautiful masterpieces that mother nature paints.

Marcus thinks about asking you back to his apartment to continue hanging out, but he doesn't want you to feel pressured or scared by the offer. He doesn't want it to come off the wrong way, he just doesn't want the day with you to end.

You look over at Marcus from the corner of your eye; he's just as mesmerized by the sunset as you. Your heart races as you watch him, the golden hour hits his features beautifully and you think about how happy you are in this moment with him, how you don't want it to end.

"Marcus?"

You call him softly and the air catches in your throat when he turns to look at you. His eyes are soft for you, lips turned up slightly at the corners of his mouth in a gentle smile, and the curve of his nose creates a slight shadow across his cheekbone. So handsome.

"I'm having a really nice time with you and... I'm not ready for it to end," you admit. Your head whirls with adrenaline from your statement.

"Would you like to come back to my apartment? We can watch a movie and I can make tea," he asks, unable to stop himself from asking.

"I-if you're comfortable, we can do something else-" he adds nervously and you stop him.

"I'd love to," you smile at him and he smiles even wider, nodding at you.

You continue walking through the marketplace back to the parking lot, commenting on fluffy dogs and petite flowers in trees as you pass by them. You think that you should be nervous going back to Marcus's apartment for the first time, but you only feel calm. You know by now that he would never pressure you to do anything you wouldn't want to.

It's a short ten minute drive to his apartment, and you hold his arm as you walk up the stairs. He unlocks the door, letting you inside first and you shuffle your shoes across the doormat to leave any dirt lingering behind, removing them to rest near the door. You marvel at his neat apartment and are pleasantly surprised by how well decorated it is. He has large potted plants in corners of the rooms, smaller ones perched on the tables, and colorful, abstract paintings on the walls. He smiles proudly when you compliment his interior design skills.

He directs you to his movie collection while he heads to the kitchen to put a kettle on the stove and a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You set your purse on a table he has in the corner of his room and walk over to his TV stand. You giggle when you see his stack of movies, a significantly smaller collection compared to yours. You scan through them and gasp when you see he has Rear Window, one of your favorites. You settle on that one, pulling it from the pile and leaving it on the TV stand, afraid to mess with his media set up.

Marcus pours the buttery popcorn into a bowl just as the kettle starts whistling. You walk into the tidy kitchen while he prepares two mugs with chamomile tea, honey, and a slice of lemon. You ask for a small glass to stick your rose in and he directs you to his cup cabinet, where everything is lined up neatly in rows. You fill it with water, removing the rose from behind your ear and placing it inside the glass. He grabs the mugs while you grab the popcorn and you both head over to the couch.

"So, what are we watching?" He asks as he sets the mugs down on the coffee table, coasters lying underneath.

He looks at you when you don't answer right away and laughs when he sees your mouth is full of popcorn. You try not to laugh and spit popcorn everywhere as you gesture to the TV stand and he follows your gaze.

"Ah, Rear Window, a classic," he smiles as he grabs the DVD case. You swallow the popcorn in your mouth to speak.

"It's definitely in my top ten — no, top five — wait, top three," you correct yourself and he chuckles.

"I'd have to agree."

He turns the TV on and inserts the disc in the DVD player, the movie playing automatically. You sit on the couch with your legs tucked underneath you and he sits a cushion away, leaving the bowl of popcorn in between. Your heart skips a beat every time your hands brush while you grab another piece. Marcus feels no shame as he times it just right, reaching for popcorn at the same time you do, just to feel the little contact.

You both finish your teas and the popcorn, minus a few unpopped kernels at the bottom of the bowl. Marcus grabs both mug handles in one hand, the bowl in the other, and walks to the kitchen, setting them down in the sink to be washed later. He grabs a couple of water bottles from the pantry and heads back to you.

Once he walks into the living room again, he sees you lying down on your side, cuddling one of his decorative pillows and resting your head on the arm of the couch, your legs curled into a fetal position. He sets the water bottles down on the table and laughs.

"Uh oh, I know what that means," he says, referring to your position.

"What?" You ask, looking at him as he sits down.

"That's the national symbol for 'I'm about to fall asleep'."

"I'm not going to fall asleep, I'm just resting," you counter and he snickers.

"Mhmm, sure," he says sarcastically and you playfully poke his thigh with your foot, calling him a baby when he pretends to be in pain.

You wish you could say you're able to stay awake, just for the sake of argument, but here you are, eyelids getting heavier with each passing minute. Why is his couch so comfortable? You shut your eyes to satiate the heaviness, opening them up again after a minute. You continue that routine a few more times until your eyes just don't open up again.

"I love this scene," Marcus says, pointing to the screen.

When he doesn't get a response from you, he looks over and smiles, chuckling softly when he sees your eyes closed and hears your slow, deep breathing. I knew it, he shakes his head. He stops the movie, letting the light from the screen illuminate the room to help him see where he's going. He walks to his bedroom and folds back the comforter, getting it ready for you.

He walks back out to your sleeping form, smiling at your peaceful face, and he gently picks you up in his arms, walking back to his room and carefully placing you in the spot he readied. He pulls the comforter over your body and turns to leave the room, startling when he feels your soft hand grab his wrist.

"Where're you goin'?" You ask, speech slurred with sleep.

"I'm going to go sleep on the couch," he grabs your hand off his wrist to hold it and impulsively leans down to kiss the side of your head, smelling the rose scent of your shampoo.

"Stay," you say in a whining tone.

"No sweetheart," he says as he stands straight. "It's okay."

"Please?" You ask again, giving him a puppy eyed look you know he can't say no to. You pull down on his hand as he hesitates, tugging him closer to the bed. "Stay with me."

"Okay Dulce, if that's what you want," he gives in to your pleas, not letting on that he also wants to stay.

You give him a sleepy smile, making him chuckle and you scoot over in bed to make room. You admittedly don't scoot all the way to the other side, wanting to feel his body close to yours. He wiggles out of his jeans and climbs in bed next to you and you instantly curl up to his chest. He leaves his arm to rest on his side, unsure if he should move it over your body to hug you. You roll your eyes and sigh, grabbing his arm and throwing it over your body yourself. It sort of just hangs there limp and you can tell he doesn't know what he should do next. So you tell him.

"You can cuddle me, you know?" You say and his chest jolts with a laugh.

"Are you sure that's okay?" He asks, the rumble of his baritone traveling through his chest and straight into your ear, tickling the nerves down your spine.

"No, I wasn't sure the whole time I asked you to stay with me," you say sarcastically and he laughs again. "It's okay Marcus," you assure.

He wraps his arms around you snugly, his chin resting on the top of your head, and you sigh happily as you breathe in his cologne. He chuckles when he feels you snuggle your face into his chest and he stays awake, listening to your breathing get deeper & more rhythmic, indicating you have fallen back asleep. He places a gentle kiss on your temple, feeling his heart fill with affection as he holds you and he never wants to let you go. He doesn't know if you were only asking him to stay out of tiredness, but for now he won't question it. He'll just let himself fall asleep, content with your warm body in his arms.

Chapter 5.5 (ONLY IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE)

Chapter Five | Chapter Seven

The Singer Masterlist

Disclaimer about the song:

Okay, there's a whole backstory to Lia Marie Johnson (here's an article about everything that has been going on with her). Basically just another tragic case of child star being exploited on the internet. This song, Moonflower, has very deep & sad lyrics & it's not confirmed that she wrote it due to what she has gone/is going through, but it's heavily speculated because of the meanings behind the lyrics.

For example: anoxia is an absence or deficiency of oxygen, i.e. from strangulation.

I chose to write it into my story as an original song Reader wrote because it fit her as well, but it's not meant to take away from Lia's experience & what led her to write it. I truly hope she is okay & I hope by me adding this, it helps bring more awareness to her story.

A/N: The song isn't played on the piano & I couldn't find a version of it on the piano so I just used my imagination lol also when you give someone a blue rose it means you think they are "extraordinarily wonderful & unique" ♥️

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Moonflowers & Werewolves - Chapter Six 🥰🥳

A/N: Y'all it's been awhile I know, but hopefully this chapter will make it worth it...❤️💕 Love y'all and thanks for the support my bugs 🐞🐞🩷

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, violence, fluffy, fear, a little bit of smut.. anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Derek, Maddie, Tom.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva. Also please do not copy my work!

Words:1500😅

Chapter Name: Six 💕

Her hazel brown eyes widened, her voice shaky “T…Tom?” Derek stood there, his hands still on her hips, he didn’t even need his heightened sense, to know this guy is a… he bit his lower lip, letting out a slight growl. Madison didn’t even take notice, he could see the fear written all over her beautiful face. Maybe it was instinct but he immediately led her to stand behind him, his jaw clenching, “Can we help you?”

The slick looking guy came walking towards them, he had this mocking sound in his voice, “Oh did you get yourself a bodyguard Maddie?”

Derick let out a muffled growl, clenching and unclenching his fist’s trying to not turn into a werewolf, he hated this guy already. “No! I’m her boyfriend”

Tom laughed, “Ha! Please you get out of here buddy, I’m her husband”

Derek felt a stab at his heart, turning to look Maddie in the eyes, almost whispering “Your married?”

She shook her head, her voice brittle “N…no I filed for divorce, but he wouldn’t sign the papers”

Tom came closer towards Derick, tapping him on his shoulder “listen here buddy…” before he could finish his sentence Derick’s palm meet his chest, picking him up by the shirt, Tom is being lifted in the air, Derek’s voice is deeper than normal “listen to me, Get the hell out of Madison’s house, and if I see you come near her again” now sounding more like a growl “I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth” and with one movement he threw the man on the floor close to the door.

Tom grunted in pain, that man didn’t look so strong, how the hell did he manage to pick him up and throw him like a damn paperweight through the air? He got up, in a barely audible voice “I’ll be back for you Maddie”

Derek turned towards Madison, his voice low and calm when he talked to her, he had a very good idea what happened, but he had to ask “Did your husband abuse you?” The way she looked at him broke his heart, like she remembered every slap, every fist, every kick, every beating he’d ever given her. She started to cry, feeling weak and helpless, her body shaking, her voice breaking “H…he was, no one knew”

He didn't really say anything, he took her trembling body into his arms, her head resting against his muscular çhest, his fingers brushing her long hair, he places a kiss on the top of her head, a faint whisper rolled over his lips “I'm so sorry” in that moment she found solace, a sense of comfort, she never felt, she didn't utter a single word, she just stood there in his embrace.

It's been two weeks since Tom showed up, but he hasn't visited Maddie's house again as a matter of fact, it's like he disappeared not that it bothered her, but the unknown made her a little anxious, but in the days passed, the bond between Derek and her grew. That's what she's busy with right now, making a special dinner, just to thank him for everything, she's really fallen in love with him, with a supernatural being, did it make sense? No. But when does love make sense?

Placing candles on the table, the whole scene looked romantic, all that was needed was for her to get dressed into something other than these food stained clothes. Checking the clock on the wall, she has an hour left before he comes, quickly runs into the bathroom, running a cherry blossom bubble bath. Finally with only five minutes to spare she's done, her dark hair hanging loosely, framing her face, a blue summer's dress hugging her curves perfectly, the scent lingering in the air was the cherry blossom from earlier. Somehow she felt nervous, and excited at the same time. Walking up and down checking herself, over and over in the mirror, she felt like a teenager in love, with the most handsome guy.

He stood there checking his hair, in the window, breathing into his hands, just too check if his breath is as minty as the taste in his mouth, somehow he felt nervous, they are still getting to know each other, but he can’t remember the last time he felt this way, so with one last check in the window, his calloused hands runs through his hair. He knocks on the door, his heart beating out of his chest, and as she opens the door, looking at her in that blue summer’s dress, she takes his breath away, smiling at her, his voice coming out a little husky “Hello Maddie?” the way she smiled when she said, “welcome, come in” he hands her a single red rose, taking it from him, she smells the velvety flower, “thank you” giving him a small kiss on the cheek while standing on her tippy toes.

Her scent, filled his nostrils, cherry blossom and coconut he thinks, she walks into the living room, talking about something, but he couldn’t really focus, he eyes lingered on her perfect body, from her beautiful long hair, the hem of the dress as it covers her legs, and then her barefoot walking on the white tile floor, her calling him “Derek are you coming?” made him shift out of the trans, closing the door behind him, he walked towards the kitchen. “Sorry, what did you say?” she smiled at him, shaking her head “white or red?” Tilting his head slightly “what?” she laughs and it sounds heavenly “the wine, which one do you want?” He snickers a little “Oh” rubbing the back of his neck, “red, thank you” he takes in the view, the effort she’s done, everything looks so perfect, so romantic. “You went through all this trouble, it wasn’t necessary” handing him his wine, smiling a little shyly “I… I wanted to make it special.” taking a sip of her wine.

His eyes darted by the way her lips, touch the rim of her wine glass, and without hesitation he strides closer, taking the wine glass out of her hand placing it down with his, on the countertop, his hands cups her face, her brown eyes glistening, and without warning, his lips crashes against hers, he could taste the wine on her lips, with some sort of lip balm. She moaned softly, and that's when his tongue grazed her bottom lip, seeking entry, she parted her soft lips, and it didn’t take long for their tongues to do a passionate dance. Her palms was resting against his muscular chest, and as his hand got tangled in her hair, as he pulled her closer, her hands roamed up towards his neck, her fingernails slighting grazing his skin, which in return sent shivers down his spine, he lets out a slight growl. Without breaking the passionate kiss, his hands trace her curves till he’s at the back of her thighs, picking her up swiftly, placing her down on the kitchen countertop, he deepened the kiss, it didn’t take her long, she wrapped her legs around his waist, soft moans, falling against his lips, and, was it a beautiful sound. He pulled back coming up for air, after a few seconds she opened her eyes as well, looking into his green orbs, slowly gathering her breath, he looked at her, his voice hoarse from the passionate kiss “damn your beautiful” covering her face with her hands, too hide how flustered she is, sounding more breathy than intended “t…thank you” his hands peeled hers off her gorgeous face, “don’t hide from me, you are gorgeous” sounding husky.But before she could reply, his lips met hers in yet another endearing kiss, the passion and heat coursed through their bodies, hands roaming over the contours of their bodies, Once again he broke the kiss, only too look into her eyes, as if asking if she wanted it too, smiling shyly and nodding, he placed another kiss on her lips, wrapping his arms around her small frame, picking her up, and without breaking the kiss, he carried her too the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed, sharing a look of pure passion, ready to explore depths of each other, making their connection deeper. In that moment nothing else mattered, only the two of them, and the shadows dancing on the wall in heated passion, the soft glow of the moon shining in, making this night even more blissful…

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