#my gratitude is boundless

[toleen-hassouna]

Help me get my life back, achieve my goal, and save the rest of my family

Education, which was young Tulin's passion, now seems like a distant memory, as there is no school, no home, and no safe place. The war has forced us to abandon our dreams and our work. Life as we knew it has stopped, swallowed up by a sea of ​​uncertainty, loss and despair

• My daughter Tulane is a radiant ray of sunshine, bringing joy, warmth and boundless love to everyone she meets. She has been through many health ailments.

• My middle daughter, Wateen, who is five years old, suffered a broken leg as a result of escaping during the aggression against the area surrounding us. Wateen suffers from osteomalacia and poor growth. I hope that this incident will not be repeated and that I will not see anything bad about it

• This is our house, full of our memories and moments of joy and happiness, which has now turned into ruins. His destruction

broke our hearts

Despite the darkness that surrounds us, a ray of hope appears in our hearts - a longing to seek refuge in the embrace of safety, and to find solace in a land untouched by the scourges of war. Egypt beckons to us as a beacon of hope, promising safe haven and the opportunity to rebuild our shattered lives. However, the path to freedom is fraught with obstacles, and we are unable to afford the journey that might lead us to a new beginning.

My family and I are looking forward to evacuating to Egypt, but as you know, a lot of money is needed to pay for the coordination costs in order to cross the border, and we still need money to get the total amount required so that we can travel.

With each passing day, our burdens grow heavier, and our pleas for help become more urgent. We long for the warmth of a safe haven, an opportunity to regain what we have lost and forge a path to a brighter future

My family and I are about to embark on this journey of hope, but we cannot do it alone. Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a big difference. Your contributions will help us provide safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life and we humbly appeal to you, kind souls, to extend your helping hand. Your generosity may pave the way for us to escape this nightmare, and give us a chance to start over

Please, consider helping us during these critical times. Every donation, regardless of size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability and the opportunity to rebuild our lives

With gratitude from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for every donation, every engagement, and every ounce of compassion you provide to our cause. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn our story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

My campaign number is 320

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your concern

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[muletia]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

[tfp] various x human!reader optimus / ratchet / bumblebee / smokescreen megatron / soundwave / starscream / knockout

word count: 2200

I know this has been done by others about 486212 times, but I wanted to share my own thoughts. I also know that Orion won the poll, but tbh I have slightly different plans for him that I’m seriously considering. I’ll share the details in a separate post soon <3

Optimus most often kisses the back of your hand

He learned this way of showing affection while delving into Earth’s culture. Perhaps he read about it in one of the books you recommended to him. Maybe he saw a scene where a gentleman kissed his chosen one exactly in that spot. What matters most to him is the meaning of such a kiss and the emotions tied to it.

Optimus could pour all his love into a single gesture. Demonstrate to the whole world that he has the most wonderful partner and is endlessly grateful for your presence in his life. Make such a kiss merely a greeting, but Optimus desires you to see the multifaceted nature of his feelings toward you

When he bows down and takes your hand in his servo, he wants to show the respect he holds for you. By brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, he demonstrates gentleness and support. Finally, by enveloping your knuckles with his lips, he pours all his adoration into the gesture. He reveals his admiration for you in the least intrusive way, so as not to overwhelm you with the true strength of his love. He shows respect, proving his gallantry

He wouldn’t hesitate to kneel on one knee during a hand kiss to further emphasize his feelings. To meet you at eye level, look optics to eyes, or make you look down on him. He would renounce the title of Prime in your honor. For you, he is simply Optimus, striving to unveil the boundless, infinite love he has for you <3

Ratchet most often kisses the top of your head

He is a busy mech, often working overtime on research and ensuring no Autobot faces health issues. He doesn’t have time to be romantic. He rarely takes you on rides, and persuading him to go for a walk around the hangar borders on a miracle. Even in his private habsuite, he only appears sporadically, sacrificing recharge for a few more hours of work. And constant exhaustion means using mass shifting is out of the question for fear of fainting and possibly harming you

Still, Ratchet wants to be a good partner—or at least try to be. To thank you for choosing such an old mech, despite being a young human, without having to say it outright. To convey what he struggles to say aloud. To appreciate your constant presence and the support you give him, even when you do nothing extraordinary

That’s why he loves kissing the top of your head. You don’t need to do anything special—just sit there reading a book—and suddenly you feel passion and gratitude in the touch of his lips on your hair. But before you can ask, Ratchet is already back at work, leaving behind only his silent love

He’s always gentle, blending the precision of a medic with the softness of affection in his kisses. Sometimes he lingers there a little longer, taking in the scent of your shampoo, experiencing the unique texture of your hair—both firm and fluffy. If he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he wraps his servo around your back. It’s his way of showing he’s there for you, even when his work often keeps him away. To remind you of his feelings, that they still hold him firmly by the spark <3

Smokescreen loves kissing you on the lips

He’s a young mech, full of energy and hungry for experiences. That vitality is something he wants to share in his kisses, along with his passion for life—and most importantly, his weakness for you.

He seizes every possible opportunity. Greeting you, saying goodbye, or simply showing affection. He always aims for your lips, even in front of others, as he has no problem with PDA. Besides, he wants others to know you’re taken. That you belong to him, just as he belongs to you. And there’s no better way to express that than through a kiss

He loves catching you off guard. First, he runs his servo through your hair, then leans in to kiss one corner of your mouth, only to immediately claim your lips because he has no patience for the other corner

It’s worth noting that he’s terrible at kissing due to a lack of experience. He focuses more on showing than perfecting, losing his senses around you, always craving more and more. His intake moves impulsively across your lips, chasing the motion of your mouth, often outpacing you in his insatiable appetite for affection. Eventually, it leaves you with swollen lips, breathless, and a very satisfied Smokey, already eager for the next make-out session <3

Bumblebee places kisses on your cheeks

Or at least he would, if his lips were accessible. As a young mech fascinated by human culture and well-versed in its nuances, he knows how significant kisses are in human relationships. It pains him deeply that he can’t give you such an important experience, no matter how often you reassure him it’s not his fault and that you don’t hold it against him. Bee still feels disheartened about it. That’s why he’s come up with his own way of showing physical affection

He nuzzles your cheeks with his battle mask, always remembering to do both sides. It’s a sweet gesture he’s utterly addicted to, so much so that he’ll “kiss” you this way at every opportunity. Greeting you, he caresses your cheeks, chirping cheerfully and listening to the melody of your radiant laughter, immensely pleased that he’s its source

If he’s mass shifted, he always pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back, practically supporting your entire weight against his chassis. In this position, he has perfect access to your face, which he overzealously takes advantage of. He snuggles into the softness of your cheek, tracing uneven circles and pushing his mask forward as if truly planting a kiss. If only he could, he’d spend an eternity pampering your face, pouring all his nonverbal love into the gesture <3

Megatron particularly loves kisses on the palm of your hand

At first, he simply wanted to surprise you with his tenderness. To prove that he even possesses it, doubting your trust that he could be anything more than a domineering, unfeeling tyrant. That’s why, when he first took your hand and placed a kiss in its center, he got exactly the reaction he anticipated: surprise, but also bashfulness, that the mighty Megatron could treat you with such calculated delicacy

Over time, such kisses became almost an everyday occurrence for you both. He leaves kisses to draw your attention when you’re lost in thought, focused on something other than him. To elicit the reaction he desires, to see the smile on your face and that captivating shyness, so rare in your usual demeanor

He grabs your wrist to guide your forearm into supination, bringing your hand to his lips with a roguish grin because he knows he’ll surprise you again. His kisses in that spot are subtle, unhurried, but they remind you always to think of him. He always looks straight into your eyes, as if showing respect—or perhaps issuing a challenge? Or maybe, deep within his spark, he’s a gentleman

It’s undeniable that he has class. He’s calculated and self-assured, traits that carry over to his kisses. He always knows exactly where to "strike" to tickle you or send shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you—how you squirm when he lets his shark-like teeth lightly graze your skin, mocking your self-control. In a way, he plays with you, teasing only to stop and move to another spot, this time the base of your thumb. Again, he proves his tenderness, cherishing and adoring, only to move to yet another place, striving to show you that his feelings for you burn as fiercely as the values he believes in <3

Soundwave loves to kiss your forehead

Another mech without a mouth who’s devised his own way of compensating for having a display screen instead of a face and a human significant other. With access to all the information on the internet, he knows well that humans love kissing and that it’s important to them. That’s why he’s determined not to deprive you of this pleasure, to not deny you something you deserve due to his anatomical limitation

So, Soundwave touches his forehead to yours. It’s a delicate gesture but carries the weight of his complex and multilayered feelings for you. It shows that he cares, that he’s there for you—even when he spends countless hours standing by a console. He doesn’t need breaks, capable of working endlessly, but for you, breaks have become a daily ritual in his life, just to prove that he’s with you, not just in thought

He pulls you close until you’re level with his faceplate, tilting his helm to connect your foreheads in an unusual yet tender kiss. He loves when you close your eyes during this gesture, giving him tangible proof that this form of affection satisfies you and that you’re content with his efforts, no matter how minimal they might seem. You validate him, giving him a sense of trust that you don’t regret entering a relationship with him

Sometimes, he tilts his helm in a similar gesture while working, as if kissing you from afar. Manifesting you suddenly before him, so he could spend hours in such a position, foreheads melded together in a silent confession of love. He often misses you, and that longing later translates into prolonged sessions of such kisses, as he strokes your forehead with his, trying to pour all his feelings into the gesture <3

Starscream most often kisses your neck

Not necessarily to spark desire and lure you to the berth. Starscream isn’t a sappy mech. He’s not romantic, but his kisses bear the weight of his complicated and uneasy feelings for you. Sometimes they’re soft and sweet; other times, they’re fierce and fiery, trying to engulf you in flames of yearning. He has no qualms about kissing your hand to achieve a similar effect, but kisses on the neck hold great significance for him

He can lose himself in them—in the sensation of skin beneath his lips, the warmth radiating from it. The bones pressing against the flesh, the moles, scars, and marks. Above all, he loses himself in the feeling of reducing the world to your form alone. In the hollow of your neck, he hides from the demons that haunt him. He doesn’t feel Megatron’s breath on his nape, nor the impossible duties, broken promises, and missteps. There’s only you and the safety you offer, even if you can’t truly protect him

He can spend hours like this—or as long as his duties aboard the Nemesis allow—exploring your neck with his lips. Sometimes, he nips at your skin when he wants to extract a compliment from you, but most of the time, he tries to be gentle, as much as his ego permits. Hidden and surrounded by you, grateful for your presence, though he’ll never say it aloud

With his limbs wrapped around you, he pulls you to his chassis. There’s no escape from this trap; Starscream ensures you sit perfectly before him, where he has ideal access to your exposed neck still bearing traces of your previous rendezvous. He immediately buries his helm in your softness, kissing a trail from your collarbone to your ear. Subtle at times, yet swift, as if trying to devour you—eager to seize the rare opportunity for genuine and natural contentment obtained without schemes or deception. Just you and him, mutually showering each other with affection <3

It’s no surprise that Knockout adores French kisses

However, to "mature" to them, the Decepticons’ sex symbol has to overcome a long road of shedding his phobia of human bodily fluids. Only then does he discover how incredibly satisfying it is to explore your intakes with his glossa. How much passion he can convey through this gesture, showing desire not just through interfacing

He usually catches you off guard. Maybe you weren’t paying him enough attention, or maybe he just suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. He places his servos on either side of you, trapping you with no way out, and starts to charm you before launching into fireworks

He quickly learned what to do to make a kiss anything but average. It took a few tries—in the beginning, your kisses felt more like bumping faces—but Knockout has a knack for kissing. He can adapt to your rhythm or set his own. With unrelenting fervor and intensity, he explores the depths of your mouth. He never cares if anyone’s watching or not

Knockout can be quite possessive, a trait that shows in his kisses. He’s not bothered by PDA; any fear of your relationship being exposed to the public has long been forgotten when he can show everyone who you belong to. This often impacts his patients, who must patiently wait until Knockout reaches a satisfactory level of affection to pull away. Otherwise, you’re inseparable.

He won’t let go until he’s sure he’s poured all his feelings into the kiss—the ugly and the tender, the physical and the ones rooted in his spark

He always leaves you breathless with his intensity and passion, ending with a fleeting peck on your lips. <3

[bitchy-craft]

Courage: Affirmation Series

Hello and welcome to this post! In here I will be giving a few courage affirmations. I hope you all enjoy and find this useful.

Masterpost > Paid Readings

I am the master of my thoughts, and I choose to cultivate positivity in every aspect of my life.

My heart is a reservoir of joy, and I allow its radiance to shine brightly, spreading positivity wherever I go.

Each day is a new opportunity for growth, and I approach it with optimism and a positive mindset.

I am grateful for the abundance of blessings in my life, and I attract even more positivity through my gratitude.

Positivity is my natural state of being, and I effortlessly align with the flow of positivity in the universe.

I celebrate the beauty of life's journey, embracing its ups and downs with grace and positivity.

My positive energy is a beacon of light, illuminating the path to happiness and fulfillment for myself and others.

I release all negativity and welcome the boundless possibilities that come with embracing positivity.

In every challenge, I find opportunities for growth and transformation, fueled by my unwavering positivity.

My presence uplifts and inspires those around me, creating a ripple effect of positivity that extends far and wide.

Tip: The more you repeat the more effective affirmations are

[pinkthick]

A Blooming Dead

Pairing: Viktor x Gn!Reader

Summary: Viktor froze, the faintest flicker of confusion crossing his features. “Green tea?” he repeated slowly.

“Yes.” You smiled again, tilting your head. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

His brow furrowed. “But you hate green tea.”

Notes: This is the first time I’ve written with season 2 Viktor. Hopefully it turned out well. I love LOVE his complex character and just couldn’t help myself lmao.

Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language—and it can have some grammatical mistakes. (Not many I hope)

Enjoy!

The humid air of the Undercity wrapped around you like a second skin as you knelt in the small patch of greenery you had cultivated. The plants—rare and delicate—stood resilient against the squalor of the Undercity, their vibrant leaves an oasis of life amid the decay. Your hands, steady and sure, worked the soil with practiced ease, the faint scent of damp earth mingling with the staleness of the air. It had been weeks since Viktor had healed you, weeks since you had nearly slipped away forever, and now, your body felt… whole. Strong. Perhaps even better than it had ever been.

Viktor had saved you, and you could never thank him enough.

You reached for the watering can and tilted it over the tender roots of a sprouting flower, watching the droplets sink into the dirt. You had always dreamed of growing something in the Undercity. Ever since you were a child, you'd yearned for color, for beauty, to combat the grime that clung to every corner of this place. And now, here it was. Green, alive, hopeful.

The faint sound of a cane tapping against the cobblestone echoed behind you, and you didn’t have to turn to know who it was. His presence was unmistakable—the faint hum of Hextech radiating from him like a heartbeat, the steady yet deliberate rhythm of his steps.

"Never thought I’d see healthy plants in the Undercity," Viktor’s voice broke the silence, tinged with a hint of admiration.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling at him softly. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

His changing-color eyes met yours, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at his lips. “Not as beautiful as you.”

The compliment warmed you, though it lacked the spark of surprise it once might have brought. You tilted your head, studying him. Viktor’s appearance had changed since the Hexcore had saved his life.

You stood, brushing the dirt from your hands. “Done for the day?” you asked.

“For now,” he replied, stepping closer. “Many are recovered… thanks to the work we’ve done.”

The work he’d done, you corrected silently. He had healed you, healed so many others, and the gratitude the Undercity felt for him was boundless. Viktor was a savior to these people. To you.

You glanced at the watering can in your hand, then back at him. “I was just thinking… a cup of green tea would be nice right about now.”

Viktor froze, the faintest flicker of confusion crossing his features. “Green tea?” he repeated slowly.

“Yes.” You smiled again, tilting your head. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

His brow furrowed. “But you hate green tea.”

There was a heartbeat of silence. Your smile didn’t falter, but it felt… off, like a mask stretched too tightly over your face. You let out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh! Yes, of course. Silly me. I meant… something else. Perhaps chamomile?”

Viktor studied you, his gaze searching, though for what, he wasn’t sure. After a moment, his expression softened, and he stepped closer, taking your hand gently in his.

“You’ve been working hard,” he said. “It is good to see you like this—healthy, strong. You were slipping away from me before…” His voice trailed off, and he squeezed your hand, his own trembling slightly. “I thought I would lose you.”

“You didn’t,” you said quickly, your tone bright and unwavering. “You saved me, Viktor. I’ll always be grateful for that.”

It was true, wasn’t it? You were grateful. You should be grateful. Viktor had brought you back when all hope had been lost. You squeezed his hand in return, the movement automatic, practiced.

But something flickered in his gaze, something unsettled. He let go of your hand and took a step back, glancing at the plants surrounding you. “I remember when we were children,” he said, his tone lighter, almost wistful. “You always spoke of growing a garden. I thought it impossible, but you were determined.”

You nodded. “And now it’s real. A dream come true, thanks to you.”

He smiled at your words, but the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes.

For a moment, silence hung between you, broken only by the faint dripping of water from the rusted pipes above. Viktor’s gaze lingered on you, a faint crease forming between his brows.

“You’ve changed,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet.

The words caught you off guard, but you recovered quickly, tilting your head in mock confusion. “How so?”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as he considered his words. “You seem… calmer, perhaps. Less…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Less fiery than you once were.”

You laughed, the sound light and melodic. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is not,” he said quickly, though his gaze remained thoughtful. “But it is… different. You used to argue with me about everything. Even the smallest details. Now…”

“Now I see the wisdom in your choices,” you interjected smoothly, your tone warm. “You’ve always been brilliant, Viktor. Why would I argue with that?”

The faintest flicker of unease crossed his face, but he nodded, his expression softening once more. “Perhaps. Still, it feels strange. I am not accustomed to such… agreement.”

You smiled again, stepping closer to him. “Isn’t it a relief, though? To not have me constantly challenging you?”

His lips quirked into a half-smile. “Perhaps. But I miss it your stubbornness… It kept me grounded.”

The words made something twist in your chest, though you couldn’t quite place what it was. Guilt? Sorrow? Or perhaps it was nothing at all, just a fleeting echo of something that no longer existed.

“You’re too kind,” you said softly, reaching up to brush your fingers against his cheek. The touch seemed to comfort him, and he leaned into your hand, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Come,” he said after a moment, his voice low. “Let us go inside. You have done enough for today.”

You nodded, letting him guide you away from the garden.

—

The astral plane was a shimmering expanse of nothingness and everything all at once. Viktor’s body hovered, suspended in the void, as streams of faintly glowing light twisted and coiled around him like living threads. Each movement felt weightless, effortless. His thoughts stretched beyond the boundaries of his flesh, his consciousness flowing outward like water spilled across an endless ocean.

Here, he felt no limitations. Only freedom. Only possibility.

He had been here for hours, delving into the mysteries of the plane. The Hexcore’s influence allowed him to connect to this place—this strange, ethereal realm of thought and potential. The first time he had arrived, it had been a disorienting experience, but now, it felt almost natural.

Yet, as his astral form drifted through the ever-shifting light, his mind always circled back to you.

The astral plane had played a part in saving you. When you were on the brink of death, your presence had flickered here, faint and fragile. He hadn’t understood why—hadn’t even had the time to question it as he worked frantically to bring you back to life. But now, the memory lingered. You had been here, in this place, and he couldn’t help but wonder why weren’t you here anymore?

A faint hum resonated in the distance, pulling him from his thoughts. The threads of light shifted around him, guiding him back. With a thought, his astral body began to return, the plane dissolving into darkness as the real world pulled him back into its grasp.

When Viktor’s eyes fluttered open, the familiar dim glow of the room greeted him. He sat up slowly, his body feeling heavier after the weightlessness of the plane.

“My love,” your voice broke the silence, soft and warm. He turned to find you standing near the window, your form illuminated by the faint light filtering through the grime-covered glass. You smiled at him, your expression serene. “Did you just come back?”

Viktor blinked, momentarily startled by your presence. “Yes,” he said slowly, rising to his feet. “What about you?”

Your smile didn’t waver. “No, I’ve stayed here.”

“For three hours?” His brow furrowed, confusion flashing in his eyes. “I have been gone for three hours.”

“You didn’t tell me what to do,” you said simply, your tone matter-of-fact.

Something in your words, in the calm, detached way you said them, struck a nerve in Viktor.

“What do you mean, I didn’t tell you what to do?” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

You tilted your head slightly, your expression unchanging. “You usually tell me what you need from me. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Disturb me?” His voice rose, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “I— you always disturb me when I’m working.”

You blinked at him, your gaze steady, unflinching. “You don’t need that from me anymore.”

The words landed like a blow, and Viktor froze, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension hung heavy in the air, an invisible weight pressing down on both of you.

“What are you saying?” Viktor asked quietly, his voice trembling with something he couldn’t quite name.

You stepped closer to him, your movements slow and deliberate. “I only want to make you happy, Viktor. To help you. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

“No,” he said firmly, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “That is not what I wanted. I wanted you. The real you. Not this…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “This is not you.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out to place a hand on his arm. “I am the same person, Viktor. You saved me. I am grateful for that. You should be proud of what you’ve done.”

Proud. The word felt like poison on his tongue. He had been proud—proud of saving you, proud of healing so many others in the Undercity. But now, as he looked at you, he felt nothing but unease.

“You always argued with me,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet. “Every step of the way, you questioned me. You pushed me. Even when you were wrong, you fought for what you believed in.”

You tilted your head again, your smile still in place. “Do you want me to argue with you?”

The question made his chest tighten, anger flaring in his eyes. “I don’t want you to argue with me! I want you to be yourself!”

“I am myself,” you said calmly.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You are not. You are agreeing with me on everything. You are… you are placating me. You never placated me before.”

Your smile faltered slightly, but it returned almost immediately. “I don’t understand why you’re upset, Viktor. I thought you’d be happy.”

“Happy?” His voice cracked, and he took a step back, his hands trembling “How can I be happy when I don’t recognize the person I love?”

Your expression shifted, your brow furrowing faintly, as if you were trying to process his words. “You don’t mean that. You saved me, Viktor. You saved us all. We are better now because of you.”

“Stop it,” he snapped, his voice breaking. “Stop saying that! You sound like the others. Like… like the people I’ve saved. All of them say the same thing. All of them act the same way.”

“That’s because you’ve helped them,” you said, your tone soothing. “You’ve given them a better life.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Viktor’s breathing was ragged, his mind racing as he searched for answers that eluded him.

Finally, he stepped closer to you, his gaze searching yours desperately. “When I healed you,” he said quietly, “you were in the astral plane. I saw you there. You were… yourself. I know you were. If I bring you back there… if I take you back, perhaps…”

“Perhaps what?” you asked, your voice soft.

“Perhaps I can fix this,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “Perhaps I can bring you back to who you were.”

Your smile faded, and for the first time, there was a flicker of something else in your expression. Doubt? Fear? He couldn’t tell.

“Viktor,” you said softly, reaching for his hand. “I am here. I am with you. That is all that matters.”

“No,” he said firmly, pulling his hand away. “You’re not with me.”

You stood before him, smiling softly, your expression serene and untroubled. But it was wrong. All of it felt so wrong.

He had seen you in the astral plane once before. That moment had been fleeting, but you had been there—real, vivid, and you. Now, as you looked at him with that same placid smile, he needed to know if he could find you there again. If he could bring back the fire, the stubbornness, the soul he loved so deeply.

“I’m going to try something,” Viktor murmured, his voice trembling with both hope and desperation.

Your head tilted slightly, the smile never leaving your face. “Of course, Viktor. I trust you.”

That was the problem, wasn’t it? You trusted him too much. You never questioned him anymore.

“Stay still,” he said, stepping closer.

You nodded obediently, as you always did now. He lifted his hand and placed it gently on your forehead. The warmth of your skin met his palm, grounding him for a moment. He closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts, and the familiar pull of the astral plane began to tug at him.

The room around him dissolved into shimmering light.

The astral plane greeted Viktor as it always did: a boundless expanse of light and energy, swirling and shifting in ways that defied comprehension. His astral form hovered, weightless and unbound, as he drifted through the currents of thought and possibility.

But this time, he wasn’t here to explore. He wasn’t here for himself.

He called out for you, his thoughts reaching outward, searching. Where are you?

The last time he had been here, you had appeared to him. Fragile, flickering, but unmistakably you. He had been certain that whatever part of you he had saved had originated here. That this plane had touched your soul.

But now…

Now, there was nothing.

No flicker of your presence. No trace of the spirit he remembered. Only silence. Only emptiness.

Viktor’s heart sank as he drifted aimlessly, his mind racing. He reached out again, pushing harder, searching deeper.

You must be here. You were here before. Where are you?

The threads of light twisted and coiled around him, but they offered no answers. The astral plane, infinite and unknowable, remained indifferent to his pleas.

Finally, he let out a shuddering breath, the weight of his failure pressing down on him even in this weightless realm. He lingered for a moment longer, unwilling to give up, but the truth was undeniable.

You weren’t here.

When Viktor opened his eyes, the dim light of the room greeted him once more. His hand was still on your forehead, and your eyes were fixed on him, your smile gentle and unwavering.

“Did it work?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

Viktor’s hand fell away, his fingers trembling. He took a step back, staring at you as though you were a stranger. “You… you weren’t there,” he said, his voice hollow.

“Where?” you asked, your tone as calm as ever.

“In the astral plane,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “You weren’t there. Last time, I saw you. I felt you. But now…”

You blinked, your expression unchanging. “Perhaps you didn’t look hard enough.”

The words, said so lightly, made Viktor’s stomach twist. There was no edge to your tone, no teasing challenge. It wasn’t like you. The you he remembered would have argued, would have questioned him, would have felt something.

But now, you were still smiling. Still placid.

“Why are you smiling?” Viktor asked suddenly, his voice breaking.

“Because you’re here,” you said simply. “I’m happy when I’m with you.”

Viktor staggered back. His mind raced, every thought clashing with the next. He couldn’t understand—couldn’t reconcile the person before him with the one he had loved.

“Stop smiling,” he whispered, his voice raw.

Your brow furrowed slightly, though the smile didn’t fade. “Why would you say that, Viktor? Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“No,” he said, his voice cracking. “Not like this. This isn’t real. You’re not…” He trailed off, shaking his head violently. “You’re not the same.”

“I’m still me,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “You saved me, Viktor. I am grateful for that. I owe everything to you.”

“Stop saying that,” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “Stop saying you’re grateful! Stop… stop agreeing with everything I say!”

Your smile faltered, though only slightly. “I only want to make you happy.”

Viktor let out a ragged breath, his hand running through his hair. “I don’t want this. I didn’t want this. I thought I was saving you, but… I don’t even know if you’re still…”

He couldn’t finish the thought. The words felt like a betrayal, a knife to his own chest.

“I am here,” you said gently, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “I am with you. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

For a moment, Viktor didn’t move. He stared at your hand, your touch warm and familiar, yet so alien. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he pulled you into a hug.

You didn’t resist.

Your arms wrapped around him, your embrace gentle and comforting, just as it had always been. But it didn’t feel the same.

You didn’t feel the same.

“I’m sorry,” Viktor whispered, his voice trembling. “I thought I was helping you. I thought I was saving everyone.”

He tightened his grip on you, as though holding you close could bring back the part of you that felt so distant.

“Now, I don’t know what I’ve done.”

You didn’t respond. You only held him, your hands resting lightly on his back. When he finally pulled away, your smile was still there, soft and serene.

“You’ve done so much good, Viktor,” you said, your tone warm and unwavering. “You should be proud.”

But as Viktor looked into your eyes, he didn’t see pride. He didn’t see the fierce, unyielding spirit he had fallen in love with.

He saw emptiness.

[dudski]

I'm not On Here anymore, but every once in a while something happens with 1D that compels me to make an appearance, if only because this site has chronicled so much of my 1D journey that it feels wrong for the long tail of that experience not to be documented as well.

Liam changed my life. Not in any specific "X led to Y" way that I can point to. I don't know what would be different about me now if I'd made some different choices in October 2012 and never gone down this particular road - but I loved One Direction, and I loved Liam best of all, and that defined my life for years in a way that I will never forget and will always be grateful for. For years, when I was miserable, he made me happy. He brought so much joy into my life, often through his own seemingly boundless capacity for joy and gratitude.

Earlier this year I came back to Tumblr to mark the end of my Liam journey - partly, like I said, because it feels weird NOT to come back to mark the big stuff, but also because it felt necessary, given how little traction it seemed like Maya's interview was getting, to boost it with whatever decayed remnants of my platform here still existed.

I thought it was the end, and it was certainly the end of something, but if I thought there would be anything after it...I thought it'd be complicated feelings a few years from now about a half-assed reunion at an awards show or charity event. I thought it'd be an unfortunate numbness at Liam and Louis popping up every so often to be Liam and Louis. I knew it was the end of something for me, but I just assumed that meant there were years and decades ahead of us sprinkled with happenings, things I wouldn't enjoy the way I once would have and the ongoing experience of reckoning with that. I was done with him but he was still someone I'd once loved with everything I had, and I wanted him to figure himself out and emerge better on the other side, preferably out of the public eye but somewhere.

There was just supposed to be more.

[d-targaryenshoe]

Love Of Tomorrow - Colin Bridgerton

Word count: 968

Summary: How becoming a father can change a man's feelings, quite strange is it not?

The first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room.

Colin Bridgerton lay on his back, head propped on pillows, gazing at the two people who had become his entire world.

Beside him, you, his beloved wife, slept peacefully, your hair spread across the pillow like a halo.

Nestled between you, in a tiny cradle of blankets, was your newborn son, a perfect bundle of warmth and innocence.

Colin’s heart swelled with an emotion so profound he could hardly find words for it.

He had always imagined what it might be like to become a father, but nothing had prepared him for the sheer depth of love and protectiveness that surged through him every time he looked at his child.

The baby, with its tiny, delicate features and the softest skin, seemed almost too perfect to be real.

Every breath his son took, every little noise he made, felt like a miracle.

Colin gently brushed his fingers over the baby’s tiny hand.

The infant stirred slightly but did not wake.

Colin marveled at the small fingers, so perfectly formed, and felt a lump in his throat.

He couldn’t believe that this little life was his to care for, protect, and love.

You stirred beside him, your eyes fluttering open.

You smiled softly as you took in the sight of your husband gazing down at your child.

“You’re still awake,” you whispered, your voice thick with sleep.

Colin turned to you, his eyes shining with happiness. “I can’t seem to take my eyes off him,” he confessed, his voice filled with awe.

You smiled and reached out to touch his cheek. “I know the feeling,” you said softly. “But you need to rest too, Colin. You’ve barely slept since he was born.”

Colin shook his head. “I don’t want to miss a single moment,” he said, his voice catching slightly. “Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I’m missing something.”

Your heart melted at his words.

You had always known that Colin would make a wonderful father, but seeing him now, so completely and utterly in love with your son, filled you with a happiness that you could hardly contain.

“Why don’t you hold him for a bit?” you suggested, your eyes twinkling with affection.

Colin hesitated, a look of uncertainty crossing his face. “Are you sure? What if I wake him up?”

You chuckled softly. “He's your son, Colin. He's used to your voice, your touch."

"Besides,” you added with a mischievous grin, “you’re going to have to get used to holding him at some point.”

Colin nodded, though he still looked a little apprehensive.

Carefully, he reached out and lifted the baby from the cradle of blankets, cradling the tiny body against his chest.

The baby made a small noise but then settled back into sleep, the tiny head resting against Colin’s heart.

Colin felt a surge of emotion so intense it took his breath away.

Holding his son in his arms, feeling the soft rise and fall of his tiny chest, he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

This little life was so fragile, so precious, and it was up to him to keep him safe.

You watched him, your heart full.

You could see the love and wonder in Colin’s eyes, and it made you love him even more.

You had always admired Colin’s carefree spirit, his sense of adventure, and his boundless energy.

But seeing him now, so gentle and tender with your child, made you realize just how deep his capacity for love truly was.

“You’re a natural,” you whispered, your voice full of admiration.

Colin looked up at you, his eyes shining with gratitude. “I don’t know about that,” he said, his voice tinged with humility. “But I’m going to do my best.”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips. “You’re going to be an amazing father,” you said with certainty.

Colin smiled back at you, his heart full. “And you,” he said softly, “are already an amazing mother.”

You blushed slightly at the compliment, but your eyes sparkled with happiness.

You had always known that motherhood would be challenging, but having Colin by your side made everything feel possible.

For a while, you simply sat there in the quiet of the early morning, taking in the wonder of your new family.

The world outside could wait.

At this moment, everything you needed was right here, in this room.

As the sun continued to rise, filling the room with a warm, golden light, Colin felt a deep sense of contentment settle over him.

This was his life now, and he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

Every adventure, every journey he had ever taken, had led him to this moment, to this little family that he loved more than anything in the world.

“I think we should stay in bed all day,” Colin said suddenly, his voice filled with a playful determination.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And what about your duties? Your responsibilities?”

Colin shook his head. “Nothing is more important than this,” he said, his voice firm. “I want to spend every possible moment with you and our son.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man you had married. “Then it’s settled,” you said with a grin. “We’ll stay in bed all day.”

Colin beamed at you, his heart light with happiness.

He leaned over and kissed you, a sweet, lingering kiss that spoke of all the love he felt for you.

When you finally pulled apart, Colin settled back against the pillows, holding your child close.

As the day went on, the three of you stayed in bed, wrapped up in each other and in the joy of your new family.

[grandline-fics]

Hi!!!! I love your stories so much mua mua mua😭😭😭can I request for how the monster trio (+any character you like!) gives their s/o aftercare? Thank you so much!!

DESCRIPTION: How they give aftercare

WARNINGS: It goes without saying that the characters are age appropriate for this. While it’s not too explicit, just to be on the safe side, everything is under the cut. I might try something more detailed or explicit in the future. MDNI

CHARACTERS: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

WORDS: 1,126

A/N: Thank you for requesting this. This is my first time dipping my toe into more NSFW centered stuff so hopefully you like it.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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LUFFY

As much as he is naturally affectionate and will seek out physical touch but when it comes to sex, Luffy isn’t the one to initiate things with you. Don’t get him wrong it’s enjoyable when you both take things further but it’s never his ultimate end goal for gratification when he can get that same feeling from just holding or kissing you. It’s all on you to tell him when you wish to have sex and he is more than happy to give you what you want. In that same vein, the tone and duration is all up to you too. Luffy is a quick learner and thanks to his boundless energy and related demeanour he will go for as long as you need until you’ve gotten your fill. You never need to worry about Luffy’s enjoyment because as long as he’s with you and you’re happy, so it he and if anything the aftercare is his favourite part of these moments. 

When you’re satisfied and content, you lie back against Luffy with a breathless smile as you come down from your high. When Luffy’s arms tighten around you, you let out a hum of appreciation to just bask in what just transpired. You slowly wrap your hand around his arm, enjoying the feel of him pulling you as impossibly close against his body as his warmth seeps into your skin. “Thank you.” You always need to verbally tell him of your gratitude, knowing that sex isn’t as high on his list of needs as it is on yours. 

In the beginning you’d never wanted to feel like he was being forced into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with and had insisted that the two of you didn’t need to have sex in order to be a couple. However Luffy understood what the level of intimacy meant to you and always wanted to make you happy. He doesn’t need you to thank him for what he sees as spending time together. You both tend to just lie together in the cosy embrace for a while, talking about funny adventures the crew had before you joined or even getting to hear Luffy’s stories of when he was growing up with Ace and Sabo. Finally you only untangle yourselves from each other and get cleaned and dressed when the need for food overtake you both. 

ZORO

Zoro adores you and any moment he gets with you, he relishes. With the hectic life on the sea it means privacy can be lacking at times so when he truly gets you all to himself he makes sure to indulge himself completely. He does all he can to savour the feel of your body that he has all but memorised by this point but it’s never lost its draw. Each sweet moan and cry of pleasure he can pull from you is his reward for each moment he had to endure sharing you with the others throughout the day, especially the stupid cook that still thought he had a chance with you. Sometimes these moments cause Zoro to overindulge and it means that the aftercare that is always routine is now absolutely essentially. 

He silently lets you catch your breath, only lightly running his fingers through your hair as a way of letting you know that he’s still with you as you come down from your final high. Your body has reached its limit and he knows the telltale signs that your entire body is hypersensitive but he won’t leave your side just yet. His gaze remains tried on your face, patiently waiting for the moment that you’re coming around. Your eyes slowly crack open and fix on his face, tired but thoroughly blissed. “Stop looking so worried.” You find it cute how worried he looks and how your hoarse reassurance makes all the difference to him. “I’m fine, Zoro.”

Zoro can’t help but let out the faint breath of relief and sink down to lie beside you, finally allowing himself to look over his handiwork with a grin. “Just fine?” He teases, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, grinning to see you roll your eyes. 

“If I could lift my hand to smack you I would.” You joke, trying to test moving your heavy limbs only to wince at the dulled ache spreading through you. “I’ll just save it for tomorrow.” You muse, making the mental note to follow through on the threat once you had control of your body again. You smile at the sound of Zoo’s deep laughter from beside you and let out a small groan of relief when his fingers begin their routine work of rubbing your sore limbs, taking moments to lean down to press a soft kiss against particularly sore knots that had formed or certain bite marks he was proud of while voicing your praises and telling you just how much he adores you.

SANJI

Sanji knows how varied sex can be and how different your tastes might be depending on the day or both of your moods. Whether it’s something spontaneous or planned, quick and hot or slow and tender, he’s able to cater to it all. Whatever you need, you need only ask. To Sanji there’s no greater honour than tending to your every whim and need. Getting to hold you, touch you, kiss you is the greatest reward and he thanks any God listening every day that you picked him out of everyone else.

Regardless of the type or pace of sex, the aftermath is always the same. Sanji always asks what you need. He knows that it won’t be the same every time and he’s prepared for any request that falls from your beautiful lips. In this instance after he finishes helping you get cleaned up, you request a snack. 

Sanji can’t help but grin, loving these requests the best. Refusing to be apart from you for any longer than necessary but also refusing to let you strain your body he insists on lifting you into his arms and carries you to the kitchen uninterrupted in the quiet night. Sanji always decides to ignore your protests that you’re more than capable of walking with him. “You need to rest and save your energy, love.” He’ll alway tell you with a lovesick smile. Sanji sets you on the counter with utmost care and begins to prepare the snack you want. 

As he cooks, the two of you talk lovingly and when the food is finished, Sanji stands between your legs, offering you the bites of food that are always followed by a kiss or two, ranging from quick and soft to those that get progressively deeper, all conveying just how much he desires and loves you. 

[estellan0vella]

A Knight In Shining Armour Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

Sitting in the living room of Sukuna's apartment, you smile as you watch Yuji play with his toys on the soft carpet. The afternoon sun filters through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Yuji's laughter fills the air, a sound that never fails to brighten your day. He's an energetic four-year-old with a boundless spirit, and ever since you started dating Sukuna, Yuji has become your little shadow, following you everywhere and mimicking your every move.

"Where's Suku?" Yuji pouts, his brow furrowing.

"He said he'd be back soon," you remind Yuji, who is currently engrossed in building a tower with his blocks. "He just went to get your favourite juice."

Yuji nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Suku always gets the best juice!"

You chuckle softly, leaning back against the couch. Sukuna, despite his rough exterior and sharp tongue, has a soft spot for Yuji. Being his legal guardian and older brother, Sukuna takes his responsibilities seriously, ensuring Yuji is well taken care of. You've seen firsthand how deeply he cares for the little boy, and it's one of the many reasons you fell in love with him.

As you relax, a sudden, familiar sensation starts to build within you. It begins with a strange, unsettling feeling in your stomach, followed by a dizzying wave of disorientation. Your heart races, and you realize what's happening. It's a seizure.

"Yuji," you manage to say, your voice strained. "I need you to do something for me, okay?"

Yuji looks up from his toys, his face scrunching up in confusion. "What is it, Y/N/N?"

"I need you to stay calm and remember what Sukuna taught you," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm going to have a seizure."

Yuji's eyes widen with fear, but he nods, determined. "I remember. Stay with you, move anything dangerous, and call Suku."

You manage a weak smile, grateful for his quick response. "That's right, Yuji. You're so smart."

The next moment, your body begins to convulse, and you lose control. You're vaguely aware of Yuji moving swiftly, pushing the coffee table away and clearing the space around you. You feel yourself being gently turned onto your side, and through the haze of the seizure, you hear Yuji's small, trembling voice.

"It's okay, Y/N/N. I'm here. I'm calling Suku."

Yuji grabs your phone with shaky hands, dialling Sukuna's number from memory. He presses the phone to his ear, tears streaming down his cheeks as he waits for his brother to answer.

"Suku! It's Y/N/N! She's having a seizure!" Yuji cries into the phone, his voice a mix of panic and urgency. "Please come home!"

Sukuna's voice on the other end is sharp and immediate. "I'm on my way, Yuji. Stay with her and keep her safe. You're doing great."

Yuji nods, even though Sukuna can't see him, and he sets the phone down, keeping it on speaker. He returns to your side, his small hand resting on your arm as he whispers words of comfort.

"It's okay, Y/N/N. Suku's coming. You're gonna be okay."

Minutes feel like hours as the seizure runs its course. Yuji stays right by your side, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your convulsions. Finally, the seizure subsides, and you lie there, exhausted and disoriented. Yuji's face is the first thing you see when your vision clears, his eyes are red from crying but filled with relief.

"Suku's coming," he repeats, his voice quivering as he pats your head. "You're okay now."

You nod weakly, tears of gratitude welling up in your eyes. "Thank you, Yuji. You did so well."

Just then, the front door bursts open, and Sukuna rushes in, his face a mask of worry. He drops the grocery bag he's carrying and hurries over to you and Yuji. Without a word, he kneels beside you, his hands gentle as he checks you over.

"Babe, are you alright?" he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.

You manage a nod, still too weak to speak. Sukuna's eyes soften with relief, and he turns his attention to Yuji, who clings to your side, refusing to let go.

"Yuji, you did great," Sukuna says, ruffling his little brother's hair. "But I need to check on her properly now. Can you give us a bit of space?"

Yuji shakes his head vehemently, his grip on your arm tightening. "No! I wanna stay with Y/N/N!"

Sukuna's expression softens further, and he sighs, reaching out to gently pry Yuji's hands away. "I know, buddy. I know you want to stay with her, but I need to make sure she's okay. It'll only be for a minute, I promise."

Yuji bursts into tears, his small body trembling. "I don't wanna leave her!"

Your heart aches at the sight of Yuji so distressed, and you muster all your strength to reach out and touch his cheek. "It's okay, Yuji," you whisper. "I'll be right here. Sukuna just needs to help me. Can you be brave for me a little longer?"

Yuji sniffles, his eyes filled with uncertainty, but he nods slowly. Sukuna lifts him gently, setting him a short distance away where he can still see you. Yuji watches with wide, tear-filled eyes as Sukuna examines you, checking your pulse and making sure you're not hurt.

"You're alright, baby," Sukuna murmurs, his touch reassuring. "You scared us there for a minute."

You manage a faint smile. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Sukuna replies, his voice firm. "Just rest now."

Once he's satisfied that you're okay, Sukuna allows Yuji to rush back to your side. The little boy hugs you tightly, his tears soaking into your shirt.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N," he sobs. "I was scared. I tried to be brave"

"You did everything right," you assure him, holding him close. "You were amazing, Yuji. So very brave. Like a knight in shining armour"

"Really?" Yuji sniffles out between his sobs and you nod. 

Sukuna watches the two of you, a rare, soft expression on his face. He sits down beside you, pulling both you and Yuji into a protective embrace. For a while, the three of you just sit there, finding comfort in each other's presence.

Eventually, Yuji's sobs quiet down, and he looks up at Sukuna with big, pleading eyes. "Can Y/N/N stay with us forever?"

Sukuna chuckles softly, ruffling Yuji's hair again. "I think that's up to Y/N/N, buddy. But I wouldn't mind it."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest despite the lingering exhaustion. "I'd like that too."

Yuji's face lights up with a big, beaming smile, and he snuggles closer to you. "Then it's settled! Y/N/N stays forever!"

Sukuna smirks, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Looks like you're stuck with us, babe."

You laugh softly, the sound filling the room with a sense of peace and happiness. Despite the scare, you know you're exactly where you belong. With Sukuna and Yuji, your little family, you feel safe and loved. And that's all that matters.

As the evening progresses, Sukuna keeps a close eye on you, making sure you're comfortable and well-rested. Yuji stays by your side, his little hand holding yours tightly as if he's afraid to let go. You can see the concern in his eyes, but also a fierce determination to protect you, just like his older brother.

Sukuna heads to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and Yuji follows him, still reluctant to leave your side. Sukuna senses this and pulls a chair close to the kitchen counter, allowing Yuji to sit and watch while he cooks.

"What's for dinner, Suku?" Yuji asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and lingering worry.

"Something easy and comforting," Sukuna replies, glancing over his shoulder at you. "How about some soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?"

Yuji nods eagerly, his earlier fear slowly dissipating. "Yeah, I like that."

You watch the interaction with a smile, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for both of them. Sukuna is a natural in the kitchen, moving with grace and confidence that never ceases to amaze you. Yuji chats animatedly, his mood lifting as he helps his brother with small tasks.

Once dinner is ready, Sukuna brings a tray over to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. He hands you a bowl of soup and a sandwich, making sure you're comfortable before he sits down beside you with his own meal. Yuji nestles between the two of you, his small hands carefully holding his bowl.

As you eat, the conversation flows easily, the earlier tension slowly melting away. Yuji shares stories from his day, his enthusiasm contagious. Sukuna listens attentively, occasionally teasing his little brother in a way that makes Yuji giggle.

After dinner, Sukuna takes care of the dishes while you and Yuji cuddle on the couch, watching one of his favourite cartoons. Yuji's eyelids grow heavy, and he eventually falls asleep, his head resting on your lap. You gently stroke his hair, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

Sukuna joins you after a while, his presence a comforting weight beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "How are you feeling, babe?" he asks softly.

"Tired, but okay," you reply, leaning into him. "Thank you for coming back so quickly."

"Of course," Sukuna murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. "I always will."

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around you like a blanket. In this moment, surrounded by the people you love, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you'll face them together. And that's all you need.

[ofmossandmagick]

Beloved Sigyn, steadfast goddess,

Keeper of patience and quiet strength,

You who endured with grace amidst sorrow,

I call upon you now in these turbulent times.

Guide me with your unwavering resolve,

That I may stand firm in my values and purpose.

Teach me the art of quiet perseverance,

To hold steady when chaos threatens to overwhelm.

Shield my heart from the venom of despair,

As you shielded your love with boundless devotion.

Help me act with wisdom and compassion,

So that I may be a protector for others in need.

Bless me with your calm presence,

That I may find peace in the storm,

And courage to endure until brighter days come.

In gratitude and respect, I honor your name,

Sigyn, goddess of devotion and strength.

Stay with me now and always.

[songbirdseung]

puppy nanny / park sunghoon ☆

synopsis: with his busy life, he hired a dogsitter for his baby gaeul.

pairing: idol!sunghoon × dogsitter!yn

His days blur into a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and performances, leaving little room for the simple joys of companionship. Yet, nestled within the chaos of his existence and career is a precious soul that demands his attention—a spul wrapped in white fur and filled with boundless love. Gaeul, his beloved pet.

Sunghoon knelt beside Gaeul, her soft fur warm against his fingertips as he gazed into her trusting eyes. The exhaustion of another long day lingered in the lines of his face. "I'm sorry," he murmured, " I know, I haven't been there for you as much as I should. It's just that things have been so hectic lately... and I've been pulled in so many directions."

My little baby titled her head as if understanding the weight of his words, her eyes filled with a silent understanding that tugged at his heart. "But I promise, things will be different from now on." Sunghoon continued, his voice tinged with determination. "You deserve to have someone here with you. Someone who can give you the attention and love you need. I'm going to find you a nanny. Someone who will care for you just like I do."

—

Sunghoon sat alone in the dimly lit studio, the hum of silence punctuated only by the soft click of his phone unlocking. With a heavy sigh, he opened his contacts list, fingers hovering over the screen as he contemplated his next move.

"Hey, Sunghoon," Jungwon's voice broke through the quiet, his presence a welcome interruption to the solitude that threatened to consume him. "What are you up to?"

Sunghoon glanced up, a weary smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he motioned for Jungwon to join him. "Just trying to find someone to take care of Gaeul while I'm away," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

Jungwon nodded in understanding, settling into the seat beside him with an easy familiarity. "Actually, I might have someone in mind," he said, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement. "A friend of mine, Y/N. She's incredible with dogs—trust me, she has taken care of maeumi before."

Sunghoon's interest piqued at the mention of Y/N's name, his curiosity sparked by Jungwon's endorsement. "Really? Tell me more about her," he urged, his gaze fixed on his friend as he awaited further explanation.

Jungwon grinned, reaching for his own phone as he pulled up Y/N's profile with practiced ease. "Here, take a look," he said, passing the device to Sunghoon as he eagerly awaited his reaction.

Sunghoon's eyes scanned the screen, his interest piqued by the image of Y/N smiling brightly amidst a backdrop of lush greenery. As he read through her profile, a sense of warmth spread through his chest, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the prospect of finding the perfect caregiver for Gaeul.

—

Sunghoon stared at his phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across his face as he hesitated, fingers hovering over the keys.

Sunghoon: Hi, this is Sunghoon. I got your contact from Jungwon. He mentioned that you might be able to help me with something important.

For what felt like an eternity, the silence of the room enveloped him, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. And then, just as doubt began to creep in, his phone lit up with a new message, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Y/N: Hi Sunghoon! Nice to meet you. Jungwon told me about Gaeul and how you're looking for someone to take care of her. I'd be happy to help!

Sunghoon's lips curved into a relieved smile at Y/N's response, a sense of gratitude flooding through him at her willingness to lend a hand. With renewed determination, he typed out his reply, his fingers dancing across the screen with newfound purpose.

Sunghoon: Thank you so much, Y/N. Would you be available to meet and discuss the details sometime soon?

As he hit send, Sunghoon felt a flutter of anticipation in his chest, his thoughts consumed by the possibility of finally finding the perfect caregiver for his beloved companion. And as he awaited Y/N's response, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that had plagued him for so long.

Y/N: Absolutely! I'd love to meet Gaeul and discuss how I can help. When would be a good time for you?

—

The air hummed with anticipation as Sunghoon stood outside the quaint café, his pulse quickening with each passing moment. He glanced at his watch, the hands ticking closer to the appointed time, his heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

And then, as if on cue, he spotted her—a figure approaching from the bustling streets, her presence a beacon of warmth amidst the chaos of the city. Y/N's smile lit up her face as she caught sight of him, her steps quickening with each stride as she closed the distance between them.

"Sunghoon?" she called out, her voice a melodic cadence that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Y/N," he breathed, his own smile widening as he stepped forward to greet her, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders at the sight of her.

Their meeting was a blur of introductions and laughter, the hours slipping away in a haze of easy conversation and shared moments. And as they lingered outside the café, the promise of friendship hanging in the air, Sunghoon couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him—a feeling that perhaps, amidst the chaos of his busy life, he had found a kindred spirit in Y/N.

But it was when they finally made their way back to Sunghoon's apartment that the true magic began to unfold. As they stepped through the door, Gaeul's excited barks filled the air, her tail wagging furiously as she bounded towards them with unbridled enthusiasm.

Sunghoon's heart swelled with pride as he watched Gaeul greet Y/N with a fervor he had never seen before, her eyes alight with joy as she nuzzled against Y/N's hand with unabashed affection. It was a sight that filled him with wonder—a testament to the special connection that had formed between them in such a short time.

"I can't believe it," Sunghoon murmured, his voice tinged with awe as he watched the scene unfold before him. "She's never warmed up to anyone this quickly before."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight as she reached out to stroke Gaeul's fur, her touch gentle yet filled with an undeniable sense of warmth. "She's a special one, that's for sure," she said, her voice soft with affection. "But I think she knows that she's found a friend in me."

— A month later —

As Sunghoon stepped through the door of his apartment, the familiar scent of home enveloped him in a warm embrace. It had been a long month filled with grueling schedules and endless performances, but as he crossed the threshold into the sanctuary of his own space, a sense of peace settled over him like a comforting blanket.

Yet, it was the sight that greeted him in the living room that truly took his breath away—a scene so tender and intimate that Sunghoon felt as if he were intruding upon something sacred.

There, bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, Y/N sat on the floor with Gaeul nestled in her lap, her fingers gently combing through the dog's fur as she whispered soothing words of comfort. Gaeul's eyes were closed in bliss, her tail wagging lazily against the carpet as she basked in the warmth of Y/N's affection.

Sunghoon's heart swelled with emotion as he watched the scene unfold before him, a rush of tenderness flooding through him at the sight of Y/N's gentle care for Gaeul. In that moment, something shifted within him—a realization so profound that it took his breath away.

For the first time, Sunghoon saw Y/N not just as Gaeul's nanny, but as a kindred spirit—a soul whose compassion and warmth resonated with his own. And as he stood there, silently observing the sweet moment between Y/N and Gaeul, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him—a feeling that perhaps, amidst the chaos of his busy life, he had found something truly precious in the form of Y/N's presence.

"Sunghoon," Y/N's voice broke through the quiet of the room, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that mirrored his own. "I didn't hear you come in. How was your day?"

"It's just... sometimes it feels like I'm drowning," Sunghoon admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Like no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to catch my breath. And I'm scared, Y/N. Scared that if I keep going like this, I'll lose myself completely."

Y/N listened intently, her heart aching for the pain she saw etched in Sunghoon's eyes. She reached out to gently cup his face in her hands, her touch a gesture of comfort and understanding that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

"You're not alone, Sunghoon," she whispered, her voice filled with an unwavering resolve. "I'm here for you, every step of the way."

—

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[ruiniel]

What You Choose

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader

Count: 2K

Rating: T (M later)

Part I

Summary: Rengoku survives the fight with Akaza, but some battles are not so straightforward.

Tags & Warnings: Rengoku lives AU, blood, injury, death, pining, angst, second person POV, demon slayer!reader, tsuguko!reader, Rengoku POV, eventual smut

Author Note: I am not OK and will never be OK about *waves hands* all that, so this is now a multichapter story.

II.

“Once again, you’re a guest in my healing ward.”

Kocho Shinobu speaks softly, as is her manner. She's seated by his bed with the afternoon sun shining gently on her features, highlighting the amethyst in her hair and eyes.

“I seem to be the only one,” Rengoku replies, looking at the empty infirmary. He’s still bedbound and can barely move his limbs. It hurts to breathe more often than not, and there’s a dull ache where his left eye used to be.

Her kind smile never falters as Kocho looks at the liquid in the syringe she’s preparing. Rengoku always admired her decision to honor her late sister this way, by holding on to that smile Kanae loved so much. After all, everyone has a keepsake of their loved ones in their heart, driving them forward. Memories, moments, words that hone one’s spirit and meld with determination, acting as a guiding light in the darkest places. He knows this all too well. 

“At least you won’t be lonely during your convalescence, those three have been coming here every day, even before you’d awoken.” She giggles, seeking a vein in his arm. 

Oh, of course… young Kamado… the boar lad, the yellow-haired boy. All of them gifted, resilient, and unwavering. He’d promised to train them, but…

That was… before. 

Another image appears before his mind’s eye, drenched in fog—you, running towards him. He, ordering you not to interfere. “Kocho. Tell me, please. How long before I can leave this bed? What is lost, what can I regain?” 

She sets the used syringe aside on a tray, then places her hands on her knees. “My, my, impatient already?” 

Rengoku tries a smile of his own, though it hurts the muscles in his face. If not for the strong sedatives and painkillers administered to him since he regained consciousness, he imagines he’d be squirming in pain. “I want to self-assess myself. Besides…I have promises to keep.” 

She understands. He knows she does. The Insect Hashira gazes out the window, and a small sigh leaves her chest. “Your fatal injuries have been healed by the peculiar blood demon art of young Kamado’s sister.”

He nods. Remarkable. He thought that would be his last battle, and he’d have passed without regret into the land of Yomi. Nevertheless, his gratitude is boundless.

“... your muscle and organ tissue has regenerated and there was no internal bleeding. However, there is still some damage to several vertebrae in your spine, severe trauma to your head I’ve not fully assessed yet, and you have eight fractured ribs.”

“Hah, I can feel them, too! I miscalculated by one, I thought there were seven.”

She looks his way, with that odd expression people sometimes have when he sounds unreasonably high-spirited. He supposes not everyone shares the same outlook, and that’s all well. But what use is there to bow down in dismay and accept the worst life throws my way? 

“Your left eye was smashed, and irrecoverable,” Kocho goes on. “We removed it with surgery and placed an implant inside to fill the empty eye socket. The recovery period in these cases is typically a year, as now you must adapt to your monocular status. But this also depends on the individual, and… this might mean alterations to your fighting style, of course.” She rises and picks up the tray. “I’m convinced that with time, you can return to a state allowing you to perform your duties. For now, please rest, that is a foremost priority.”

My friend, you know all too well that time is never on a demon slayer’s side. “Thank you, Kocho.”  She is right, though: he does feel exhausted, as though he’d climbed a mountain without rest or ever reaching the summit. Expected, though bothersome.

“We’ll do our best to help your recovery. Aoi will return later to change your bandages,” Kocho adds.

Rengoku turns his head as Kocho greets someone on her way out, and sees you, standing in the doorway. “Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You heard?”

You nod, nearing the bed. “Ms. Kocho told me of it all while you were asleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head in bemusement. “What ever for?”

“Because, I won’t be able to help with your training for a while.”

You’ve been at his side often. While in a coma, even if he couldn’t react, even if his body wouldn’t listen, he knew you were there. The thought is a warm one, a foreign sensation: different from the heat bursting in his body during a fight. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to your visits even now, to see how you’re faring, to hear the latest news on the Corps.

“No,” your voice brings him out of his thoughts, “but that does mean I can help you. When you’re ready, that is,” you add quickly. “With rehabilitation training.” 

“Of course!” The fatigue in his body is stubborn, clinging to him like heavy wet wool. “And… I don’t believe I’ve told you this yet: I’m happy you returned safely.”

You look away, appearing utterly miserable. It confuses him. Rengoku’s seen that shadow in his father’s eyes countless times, so often he can’t stand it: self-loathing.

“Forgive me, Master. I should have been able to do more, after all you strived to teach me. I… I could barely be of any use.”

But you were there, you helped protect all those people. You did your part. “You were unflinching, fast, and aided those who needed it precisely like I taught you. You are rank Kinoe, and what's your demon kill count?”

“Thirty-two.”

“There… now that I think about it, even without further guidance from me or anyone else, you’ll make Hashira soon! Our numbers are dwindling while demon activity increases. You’ve seen it. This is a struggle that needs all of us.” Rengoku pauses. The word ‘need’ felt odd coming from his mouth. But the statement is true. Why does it feel incomplete when he says it to your face?

You look down at your hands. “How can you do it?”

He blinks, frowning. “Do what?”

“Be so supportive and encouraging even when you’re lying broken in an infirmary bed. Sometimes… sometimes you are so very strange, Master.”

You do say that to him often, though less so than before. A smile trembles on your lips—it took you a long time to smile again, he recalls. 

“I merely speak the truth…” He can barely stay awake. The slow drip of liquid in the IV infusion is magnified, drowning out all other sounds, and your face becomes hazy as he drifts away.

Three years prior

The path of blood leads straight into the farmhouse, looking as though someone had been dragged inside by force.

His eyes narrow, and he centers his breaths as he walks forward with his blade drawn. The silence of the glade is eerie, the reek of decay nauseating in the heat of this humid summer.

Soon, he stands on the threshold. Two, there might be two of them. Near the farmhouse is a toolshed, he’ll look there next. Rengoku covers his mouth with his sleeve, eyes closing in pain.

The bodies lie there, some with scattered limbs. This was a family, no doubt about it. The brutality of the mutilation makes his stomach turn, but Rengoku steels his resolve, extending his senses for any hint of the entity’s presence: there is none. He sheathes his katana and enters the space proper. Three hours until dawn.

He descends to one knee, finding the fireplace in the middle is out, but the ashes are still warm. The tatami mats are sticky and stained dark. This all transpired recently. He reaches out a hand, touches an inert arm: not yet cold. Too late, I am too late. But I’ll find you, wherever you are, you damn beasts. 

It’s only due to his reflexes, honed with endless hours of training, that he turns around fast enough, leaping backward before the descending attack.

At first, he thinks it’s the demon, his katana at the ready.

“Don’t you dare touch them!” 

He pauses, nearly too late in avoiding the second strike. A girl’s voice, a human’s heartbeat. His arm shoots out, catching the wooden staff in a strong grip. 

You’re panting, eyes wild and glimmering in the moonlit night. “Let—go!”

“Wait, I’m not an enemy!” he says, taking a better look at you, still holding your makeshift weapon even as you try to wrest it from his hand. 

“How do I know that! Demon!” Your voice is hoarse. Half your face is caked in drying blood, and there must be multiple injuries on your body judging by the torn clothing and the widening dark stains. 

“I’m not a demon,” he speaks calmly but urgently. “I hunt them. Please, they may still be close.”

You jerk your chin towards a corner of the room. “I had him… I don’t need you. Get out of my home!” you yell, more desperate with each word. “Get out, get out, get out!”

Another body lies there in the dark, slitted pupils dark against its milky eyes. The head had been nearly completely crushed. Rengoku freezes in disbelief. You did this? Alone? “Wait, you don’t understand, there’s another—”

A loud crash severs his words as the ceiling collapses, and he barely has time to leap forward, catch you in his arms, and throw himself outside. He rolls onto the ground, pain erupting in his left shoulder with the impact. When he opens his eyes you’re there, safely held against him, face tearstained and body rigid with shock.

But there’s no time to explain further—he feels it. The gurgle of inhuman hunger as a figure emerges from the wreckage of the farmhouse, eyes fixed on them. It does not speak, but growls in hunger; it must be of the feral kind, no reasoning left as the transformation rotted its memories. 

Rengoku rises, changing his stance. “Stand back,” he urges, looking over his shoulder at you as you struggle with your own body. He looks back ahead, grinds his teeth, his breathing attuned to his thought. 

First Form: Unknowing Fire.

It doesn’t last long. He’s been running from mission to mission, dispensing with different kinds of fiends, and this was yet another run in a long chain that will only end with his own life. 

Once the head is removed, the battle is over. Sometimes there is someone left to check on after the fact; often, there isn’t. But now, Rengoku hurries towards you, descending and slipping a hand under your back, aiding you to sit. “Where are you hurt?”

“Thank you,” you say instead, eyes glazing over. He hopes the Kakushi will get here soon. You point towards your ruined home. “Set it ablaze… please.” 

“Hey, hey, stay awake!” Rengoku urges even as your body turns heavier and your eyes roll back. 

He expected this to come. Kneeling and with his forehead pressed to the ground he sits still, prostrated before the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. 

A voice like the lull of spring reaches him, setting his worries aside. In his heart, he thinks he’s done what is right.

“Rank Kinoe Rengoku Kyojuro, you are summoned to explain why you have brought a non-combatant to headquarters, instead of having the Kakushi transport them to a civilian hospital.”

“Master, the girl shows extraordinary potential. Her family has been murdered by demons, and yet she managed to fell one before I arrived, alone, despite grievous wounds and bloodloss. Forgive me if I overstepped, but I believe…” 

“Go on.”

“I believe once her body heals and her focus returns, she will join the fight. I believe she will want to. If I'm wrong, I accept all consequences.”

“You sound fairly convinced of this, young Rengoku,” says Ubuyashiki Kagaya. “Though there is no reason to know for certain one way or the other.”

He stays quiet, his heart raging in his chest. It will all depend on you, of course. You may want to have nothing to do with this. 

“But… you’ve not failed us thus far. I will allow it.”

“Gratitude, Master.” And then, almost in the same breath, “If she chooses this, I will guide her myself.”

TBC

[prosperiitas]

❝ FOR YOUR HAPPINESS, DEAREST ONE. ❞      ˙⋆✮ If it were for their happiness, La Signora would cleanse the world a thousand times over, but it seems she will never get the chance to.

la signora & younger sibling!reader ノangst ノ2.7k words      ˙⋆✮ cws: major character death, grief, & spoilers for the inazuma archon quest.      ˙⋆✮ notes: this fic is a repost from my old blog, @idyllic-affections. i miss my queen signora everyday 😔 i wrote this fic like 2 years ago i do NOT care if it isn't lore accurate anymore 🙏

Rosalyne, commonly known as La Signora, was many things.

She was the cold, calculated Eighth Fatui Harbinger who tended to use lethal force against all but one of her underlings. She was the Harbinger who, prior to joining the Fatui, nearly burned herself out within the scorching flames of her boundless fury. She was confident, cunning, and even sadistic in certain ways.

La Signora was many things, but few other than The Tsaritsa herself and some of the other Harbingers knew she was also an elder sister, and the only underling she was ever kind to was her younger sibling. She was an elder sister and, to anyone's blatant surprise, a wonderful one. She was never cruel or unnecessarily harsh towards them, and extended what little remained of the patience and gentleness in her heart to them exclusively. It was a privilege only they possessed. There was not a single Fatuus—hell, not a single person in all of Teyvat—that Signora favored more than her dear baby sibling.

To the Eighth, they were everything. She wished to burn away Teyvat's ugliness—if not for her own sake, then for the sake of her precious little sibling, because they had suffered just as much as she had. It was her job and hers alone to protect them from any more pain and anymore suffering, just or otherwise.

(To La Signora, no suffering bestowed upon her little sibling would ever be just, but she supposed some others might see it differently.)

They deserved the world, but Signora would not dare give it to them, for they did not deserve its cruelty. They deserved only the best, and the world was simply not on par with that. The world was unkind, disgusting, and utterly revolting. They deserved better than that.

Perhaps that was why she spoiled them in the ways she did; if she could not give them the best version of the world, then she could take them on shopping sprees in Fontaine or to expensive restaurants in Liyue that left little to no impact on her savings. If they were to express interest in something, it was guarunteed to be on their bedside table the next morning. Spoiled as they were, they still never failed to express their gratitude to her. It was one of the things she adored about them. How could she have nurtured such a humble, gentle soul, when she was anything but?

Truly, the Harbinger would do anything to distract them from the pain they had experienced. She knew deep down that there was no easing the agony. She knew that all too well, for even without all of the memories of her past, her bitterness and bias shone blatantly through when Mondstadt and its Archon was involved (and, despite not saying this aloud, they didn't completely blame her, as they had their own reservations about Barbatos).

If it were for their happiness, Signora would gladly cleanse the world a hundred times over.

"Will you take me to Inazuma with you, Rosalyne?" they wondered softly, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of their sister skillfully—albeit absentmindedly—massaging their scalp. "I hear it's a beautiful nation. I'd like to experience it with you, even if it's technically a business trip..."

La Signora had long forgotten most of her past, courtesy of the Cryo Delusion gifted to her by the Tsaritsa herself. It was used to suppress her flames so that she did not burn away into nothing but ash. Even so, they never stopped calling her Rosalyne when they were alone together, for to them, she was still their same big sister from five hundred years ago. To them, it was like nothing had changed; they knew better, of course, for the amount of things that had changed since their days of living peacefully in Mondstadt were unfathomable. Even so, they still truly believed that their big sister was still there underneath the defensive layers of ice and fire. Wholeheartedly, they believed that Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter was still there.

She found it... endearing.

Despite everything, they still saw her as Rosalyne, not La Signora, not the Fair Lady, and certainly not the Crimson Witch of Flames nor Embers. Even if she could not recall her past, she did at least remember who she was.

She was Rosalyne, their big sister.

She would always be Rosalyne. Always.

"...I will," she responded, though not before a long moment of serious contemplation. She agreed to take them to Mondstadt only because the Anemo Archon was notoriously weak (at least, that's what she believed; they knew better than that), and she took them to Liyue since a contract had already been established between Rex Lapis and the Tsaritsa, but the Electro Archon was a different case entirely. Even the ever-confident La Signora acknowledged that. "Inazuma is different than Mondstadt and Liyue. As such, you are to do as I say without question, understood?"

"Of course. You know I would never do anything that you do not agree with." They peered up at her, lips curling up into a sweet smile. "I trust you."

Her gaze, steely and cold, softened significantly. She leaned down, pressing a brief kiss to their forehead. "...Good. Now go. Return to your quarters and prepare a bag with whatever you deem necessary. We will leave in the morning."

              — flower of the universe !! 🌸

Inazuma was breathtaking.

Tenshukaku, however, was less so.

"...Do we really have to go in?" they wondered softly, hands smoothing anxiously over their shirt. Their voice betrayed their stance and expression—both being cool and impassive, managing to wordlessly communicate the same confidence Signora always seemed to have.

Though they were never really like her in that respect, they had to at least pretend to be. Their behaviors would reflect their older sister as their teacher. She had a reputation to uphold. They were always careful not to damage it in the slightest.

Adrenaline flooded their veins. Dread dug its fingers around their throat, making breathing suddenly seem more challenging. They didn't like this place. No, no, not at all. Tenshukaku, though admirable and elegant, had a terribly suffocating aura surrounding it. Perhaps it was merely the Shogun's elemental energy that made them uneasy, but something was putting them on edge. They truly couldn't be sure if it was their razor-sharp intuition or just the presence of a powerful God.

It felt inexplicably as if, assuming they and their sister both were to step into that dreadful building, one or both of them might not come back out.

The woman hummed, moving so that she was in front of them. Her hard gaze softened slightly. She straightened their collar, before delicately plucking off a stray hair off of their shoulder. "Yes. Walk in with your head held high. We are Snezhnayan diplomats. More importantly, you are my sibling. You are like me. You've handled these situations with confidence and grace up until now. I see no reason for you to suddenly change."

They swallowed back their wave of sudden panic, giving her a firm nod. "Right. My bad."

"You needn't speak to the Shogun. Only speak if you are spoken to. I will handle everything. If things go according to plan, she shouldn't spare you more than a glance."

They exhaled through their nose, calming their rapidly pounding heart. "Alright."

              — flower of the universe !! 🌸

It was in front of Mondstadt's cathedral that they and their elder sister would dance together to the lively songs played by bards—some who were familiar locals, others complete strangers that happened to be wandering Teyvat. A crowd would always gather. Regardless of who one was, from Mondstadt or anywhere else, none could deny that there were few things more endearing and uplifting than seeing those two dance together.

Rosalyne raised a hand, twirling them around as they laughed delightedly. She pulled them back in, wrapping her arms lovingly around their neck with a contented sigh. They were quick to return the gesture, though instead their arms made their way around her waist. The woman raised one hand and stroked it over their hair. A soft hum rose from their throat.

"I love you dearly. I'll be away for a while, but I promise, I swear on the Seven that I will never truly abandon you."

"I know," they replied softly, gazing up at her with eyes full of unadulterated admiration. "I love you too."

That memory—one among many of them and their sister from five centuries ago—was one they held oh-so dearly. She promised not to leave them. Rosalyne did not take her promises lightly, so how...

How could it have possibly ended like this?

They could already feel a deep, gaping hole forming in their chest with the absence of the one person that mattered in their life.

A strangled sob left their throat. "No, no... oh, Gods..." They tried to grasp at what remained of their elder sister. The fine grains of ash merely slipped between their fingers, but that didn't seem to deter them. "No... Rosalyne, why? Why? You could've lived, you... why didn't you run? You were never supposed to abandon me, Rosalyne." 

Their eyes burned with tears; whether they were tears of utter distress or anger, no-one could be sure. It seemed more likely that it was a dreadful mix of both, for as the Cryo Vision secured on their hip began to shimmer, the temperature in the room dropped immeasurably. With the transition from terror and despair to a blinding rage came the unforgiving, biting chill of Snezhnayan winters. A thin layer of frost descended upon all surfaces in the room.

Signora may have nearly drowned in the flames of her anger, but unlike her, they would freeze in the impenetrable ice of their's. Their rage ran so hot that it was cold.

Perhaps these behaviors simply ran in their family, for both they and Signora shared a tendency to be extremely passionate about all that they did. The issue was that that passion, when perpetuated by painful situations, became all-consuming and inevitably fatal if they were to fail to reign in their fury. 

Signora's passion had once fueled her flames. Their passion now fueled their ice.

The traveler and Paimon both shuddered, recoiling from the sudden temperature change.

"You..." they murmured, eyes snapping up towards the Shogun. If looks could kill, she would have dropped dead the second their frigid gaze landed on her. Unfortunately, striking down a deity took quite a lot more than a simple glare. "How dare you? Who do you think you are to take her away from me like that? You— you..."

The God of Eternity stood unfazed, unbothered by their emotional outburst. Their eyes flickered briefly to her blade. If they didnt know better, they'd raise their Anemo Delusion to her. They'd risk losing their mind or even dying due to the toll Delusions took on one's body. They'd risk it all just to avenge their fallen sister if they didn't know better.

However, they did know better.

Rosalyne was adamant on ensuring that they were wise and wouldn't put themselves in a situation that they couldn't emerge safely from. She did exactly what she warned them about. She wouldn't want them to follow her example, no. Rosalyne would want nothing more than to see them learn from her mistakes.

A stray flame moth landed on their shoulder, it's wings ablaze with heat kissing their cheek gently, only strengthening their frozen resolve.

They had a feeling that the little being, radiating a soothing warmth that managed to melt away their ice and warm them both inside and out, would not part from their side anytime soon.

"Tch," they scoffed, rising to their feet with clenched fists. As if they hadn't broken down crying a few seconds ago, their gaze hardened, and their stance was as confident and firm as ever. They brushed the stray frost off of the shoulder that the moth had not settled on. "Her Majesty truly is the only Archon with the purest of goals. You disgust me," they spat, turning away with an elegant flick of their coat. "Goodbye, Shogun. I no longer have any business here."

As they departed, their steps left behind small patches of ice.

Before they exited, they mused threateningly, "The Tsaritsa will hear of this... incident. Your blatant disregard for the safety Snezhnayan diplomats will not go unpunished, Inazuman laws be damned."

              — flower of the universe !! 🌸

Upon being summoned to the Cryo Archon's throne room in the palace, their immediate assumption was that they would be punished. Perhaps they had spoken out of line to the Shogun. Did they displease their God? Archons, they hoped not. A pissed off Cryo user was one thing, but enraging the Cryo Archon herself? That was surely nothing short of a death sentence.

Despite their natural fear for the deity, they barely seemed fazed as they treaded towards her throne room. All they could focus on was the heavy emptiness lingering in their chest. The flame moth had still failed to part from them. It seemed to bat its wings against their chilled skin in an attempt to soothe them as it did when it landed on them for the first time. Its efforts were to no avail, however.

'Why did you leave me here, Rosalyne?'

They kept their gaze directed downwards as they entered the infamous throne room, lower-ranked Fatui shutting the doors behind them. Despite the unmistakable below-freezing temperatures of the room, sweat rolled down the side of their forehead at the echo of the doors closing. The floor seemed to sway underneath their unsteady feet. They weren't sure if they'd even have the strength to stand for much longer.

Their mind was in utter shambles.

Now, they were truly trapped in here—not that they would have dared to try and flee, but something about being officially trapped in the same room as the Tsaritsa herself ignited a primal terror buried in the depths of their mind. Rarely did they even pass by this room; they were not a Harbinger and so they did not report directly to their Goddess. They'd only ever met her once before, and that was... perhaps four or five centuries ago.

They kneeled a few feet in front of her throne, clearing their dry throat. They willed their body to cease its shaking. "Good evening, Your Majesty."

"Such a formal one you are. Rosalyne taught you well," she lilted softly. "You have earned my praise, [Name]."

Their breath hitched slightly.

"You have shown great discipline and elegance despite recent events. Your judgement was not clouded by confidence or rage. This is something your elder sister did not succeed at—may she rest in peace. I will ensure that the entire nation sufficiently mourns her loss. No sacrifice will have been in vain when we win the divine rebellion."

They rapidly blinked in an attempt to rid their eyes of the tears threatening to spill over. Their voice cracked slightly as they murmured barely above the volume of a whisper, "Of course. I will never forget that. Your goal is of such purity, Your Highness... I will do anything to help you succeed."

The woman hummed thoughtfully. "Anything, you say?"

"Anything, especially in light of recent events. I have nothing but my life left to lose. I would gladly give it up in your honor, should that be your will." A stray tear rolled down their cheek. "I have nothing left to lose."

"In that case," she mused, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on the bridge they created, "inherit La Signora's position. Become the Eighth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers."

Wide-eyed, they snapped their gaze up towards her, only to frantically look back down at the floor. Perhaps they wouldn't be punished for looking at her directly, but the shooting chills her gaze sent tingling across their skin was enough for them to not want to regardless. "Y... your highness, surely I am not strong enough to—"

"Nonsense. I have seen you best Tartaglia effortlessly—you barely even broke a sweat, while he expended his strength in full. As such, I have no doubt that you are fit to fill the vacant Eighth position."

Silence.

"In..." Their voice came out embarrassingly meek and timid on their first attempt, so they took a breath and tried again. "In that case, if you truly feel that way about me, I graciously accept your kind offer."

Her lips twitched upwards, forming the ghost of a barely noticeable smile. "Wonderful. Welcome to our ranks, Scappino."

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[soleillunne]

— To everyone I've had the pleasure of meeting here,

I just want to take a moment to say thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart. You’ve each been there in different ways, each of you bringing something unique and special into my life. Whether it’s a quick message that brightens my day, the way you listen and support me when things are rough, or the laughter we share that somehow makes everything a little easier—I’m so grateful for all of it, and for each of you.

You’ve all been a part of my life’s ups and downs, and I honestly can’t imagine getting through it all without your presence and support. Some of you have been there from the very beginning, steady and constant, while others have entered my life more recently, bringing new warmth and joy. Each one of you has touched my life in ways I can’t fully express, and I hope you know how deeply I value and appreciate you.

Thank you for being there, for being yourselves, and for allowing me to share a part of this journey with you. Whether we talk every day or just every so often, you mean more to me than words can say. Your kindness, patience, humor, and loyalty mean the world to me, and I’m so incredibly lucky to know you all.

Here’s to every laugh, every shared thought, every moment of support, and every memory we’ve made together. I’m beyond grateful, and I look forward to making even more memories with each of you. Thank you for being you—there’s truly no one else like you, and I’m so lucky to call you my friends.

With all my love and gratitude, always.

-Aly.

@starrveill :

Fawn,

Every conversation with you feels like stepping into a warm embrace—a burst of sunlight that seems to reach into even the cloudiest corners of my day. You have this incredible way of making everything feel lighter, brighter, and somehow more alive. I honestly can’t remember a single dull moment with you; every time we talk, it’s like a spark that adds so much more color and joy to life. You bring an energy that’s so rare and beautiful, and I’m so grateful for it.

Talking to you reminds me again and again just how special you are. There’s this light within you, something deeply genuine, and it’s impossible not to feel its warmth. I could spend hours with you, listening, laughing, sharing stories, and it would never be enough—I’d never tire of it because being around you is like breathing fresh air after being cooped up indoors for ages.

I love you in a way that’s beyond words, more deeply than anything I could ever fully express. If I could, I would take away every single one of your worries, anything that ever brings you down, just to see you at peace and filled with happiness. You deserve nothing less than boundless joy, endless laughter, and all the good things that life has to offer. And please know that, if there’s ever a way for me to make even a sliver of that come true, I’ll be here, always. You’re worth the world and so much more, and I’d do anything to see you smile.

@umgatochamadopercyval :

Clara,

Thank you so much for being such a steady presence in my life, even when we don’t talk as often as I’d like. I know I’m not always the easiest to keep up with, but you somehow manage to be patient and understanding in ways that mean so much to me.

Even in the times we’re apart, I always know I can count on you, and it’s such a comforting feeling. You put up with my quirks, my silences, and my scattered attempts to stay in touch, and I’m genuinely grateful for that. You’re one of those rare people who makes life feel a little easier, even from a distance. Thank you for being you, and for being there, no matter what.

@romaritimeharbor :

Aph,

Thank you so, so much for always listening to my silly ideas and endless rambles, for letting me share my thoughts and dreams with you, and for being so wonderfully patient through it all. It means the world to have someone as understanding as you, who genuinely listens and never makes me feel like I’m saying too much or being too much. You’re not only kind beyond measure, but you’re also such a genuinely amazing person in every single way—someone whose warmth, humor, and openness create this space where I can be completely myself.

Every time I see you on my dash, it’s like a little burst of joy, something that brightens my day without fail. You have this incredible way of bringing extra sunshine into everything you do, and it makes such a difference. Just knowing that someone as kind and wonderful as you is out there brings me so much comfort and happiness. You’re truly one of a kind, someone whose presence is a gift, and I’m so so grateful for you.

And on top of everything, you’re one of the most talented, creative people I know. The things you create are filled with this unique spark that only you could bring to them, and it’s inspiring to see. I hope you never lose that light, that beautiful spark in you that brings so much magic to your work and to everyone around you. Thank you for being you—for all the ways you make life a little bit better.

@kopivie :

Cinna,

You are absolutely amazing, and I mean that with everything in me. It’s hard to find the right words to capture just how much you mean to me, but I’ll try. You have this rare, incredible kindness and warmth that the world honestly doesn’t deserve. You give so much of yourself to others—more than most people will ever know—and you do it with such quiet grace, as though it’s just the most natural thing in the world. Even when life throws challenges your way, you somehow keep shining through it all, and it’s nothing short of inspiring.

It breaks my heart that the world hasn’t been nearly as kind to you as it should be. You deserve so much more—more happiness, more peace, more of the love and care you so freely give. The fact that you’ve had to face so much is a damn shame, because if anyone deserves the entire world, it’s you. The strength you have to keep going, to keep being this light for others, is something I admire deeply. And when things get tough, I just want you to know that I’ll be here, ready to tell the world to fuck off whenever it tries to dim your light.

Thank you for sticking with me through everything, for being such a constant, loyal friend. You’ve been there for me in ways I can’t even begin to describe, and that kind of friendship is something so rare and precious. Your presence in my life means more than I can say, and I’m beyond grateful to have you. You’re one in a million, a friend that anyone would be lucky to have, and I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you, just as you’ve always been there for me.

You mean the world to me, and I hope you always remember how loved and appreciated you are.

@papiliotao :

Rei,

Even though we haven’t talked as much lately, you’re still so dear to me, more than words can capture. I honestly think of you as a sister—you have this warm, calming aura that just makes me feel safe, like everything’s going to be okay. Knowing you’re out there, even if we’re not talking every day, brings me so much comfort.

You’re so kind, and I can never be thankful enough for everything you’ve given just by being you. Thank you for being such a light in my life. You mean the world to me, and I hope you know that.

@kazumist :

Aki,

It’s been so long since we last talked, but I still think about how kind, funny, and incredibly talented you are. You’re honestly one of the sweetest people I know, and every memory of talking with you brings such a smile to my face. You have this amazing way of lighting up conversations and making people feel genuinely good.

I really hope we get the chance to talk more sometime, if we can both find the time! It would be amazing to catch up, and I just know it’d be just as fun and heartwarming as always.

@yaminohimeyume :

Yume,

We haven’t had the chance to talk as much lately, but I just want you to know how much you mean to me. You are, without a doubt, one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, and the kindness you’ve shown me is something I’ll always cherish. Even in the smallest interactions, you have this way of making me feel understood, valued, and supported, and I can’t express how deeply that touches me. I hope you realize just how special you are and how much I genuinely appreciate every little thing you’ve done.

Thank you for being such a wonderful presence in my life—a constant source of warmth and light. Your kindness and sweetness are rare and beautiful, and I’m beyond grateful to have had even a small part of it.

@nordicbananas :

Shroom,

Thank you, truly, for being there for me in every way that matters, for standing by my side and offering your support, from the very beginning. Your kindness and warmth have been such an incredible gift, something I genuinely cherish and hold close to my heart. You've always been a constant source of comfort and encouragement, bringing light into even the darkest days, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me.

I feel so incredibly lucky to have someone like you in my life—someone who’s as caring, genuine, and thoughtful as you are. You’re one of the sweetest, most understanding people I know, and the way you’ve shown up for me time and time again is something I’ll never take for granted. You have this amazing ability to lift me up just when I need it most, and your presence has been a true blessing that I don’t think I could ever thank you enough for.

Your friendship means more to me than words could ever capture. Thank you for being there, for every conversation, every laugh, every moment of support. Having you in my life has been one of the greatest gifts, and I’m so so grateful for all the ways you’ve shown me your kindness.

@lexisism :

Alexis,

I can’t put into words just how much your kindness and warmth have impacted me. You’re one of the most genuinely compassionate people I know, and knowing you has made my life so much richer. Whether in moments of joy or times of challenge, you've always been there with an open heart and a gentle strength, supporting me through everything with such kindness and care. There are so many ways you've helped and encouraged me, and I don’t know what I would have done without you.

You’re also incredibly talented—everything you create shines with your unique touch, and it’s a privilege to witness the brilliance you bring to the world. Each piece of yours is a reminder of your creativity, your dedication, and just how extraordinary you are.

Talking to you, spending time with you—it lifts me up and reminds me of the beauty in simple moments. I feel so incredibly grateful to have someone like you in my life. Thank you for being such a radiant presence, for always showing me what it means to be truly kind, and for making the world feel like a brighter, better place.

@milk-violet :

Mirei,

You are honestly the sweetest person ever, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Talking to you is like a burst of sunshine—it feels effortless and fun, like the world just gets a little brighter whenever you’re around. You have this beautiful, bubbly energy that’s so contagious, and being around you always lifts my spirits in ways I didn’t even know I needed.

Every conversation we have, no matter the topic, is something I genuinely look forward to. You make everything so much more enjoyable, and I love that we can talk about anything and everything without missing a beat. You bring such a joy and warmth into my life, and I feel so lucky to know someone as incredible as you.

Thank you for being you, for every smile you bring, and for being such a wonderful presence in my life. You’re an absolute gem, and I’m beyond grateful for you.

@floraldresvi :

Vivi,

I don’t think I can express just how much you’ve meant to me this year. You’ve been one of the main reasons I could keep going, and I’m beyond grateful for all the kindness and support you’ve shown me. You’ve been so sweet and understanding, never once judging me—only ever encouraging me, lifting me up, and being there through everything. I truly don’t know what I would have done without you by my side.

You’re so, so talented, and it’s incredible to watch you shine. Seeing the things you create, and the way you put your heart into everything you do, is such an inspiration. And somehow, even on my roughest days, you have this magical way of cheering me up like no one else can. Just hearing from you makes everything feel a little easier, a little brighter.

Thank you for being the incredible person you are, for believing in me, and for being a constant source of light. I’m so grateful for you, and I hope you know just how much you mean to me.

@strxnged :

June,

You are honestly one of the kindest and most talented people I know. Every time we talk, I’m reminded of just how much I cherish our conversations. Even though we haven’t been able to talk as much over the past year, each conversation with you feels special, like I’m talking to someone who genuinely understands and cares. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.

Your talent never fails to amaze me. The way you approach things with such passion and creativity is inspiring, and I feel so lucky to witness even a glimpse of it. You’re one of those rare people with a warmth and openness that makes it so easy to talk to you about anything, and every moment shared feels like a gift.

Thank you for being the incredible person you are. You bring so much kindness and beauty into the world, and I’m grateful for every chance I get to know you better.

@meimeimeirin :

Meirin,

I don’t think I can fully put into words just how much you mean to me. You are, without a doubt, one of the kindest souls I know. Your kindness is something rare, and it shines through in every interaction we have. Even though we haven’t been able to talk as often as I’d like lately, I think about you so often, and I just want you to know how much you’re appreciated.

You have this sweetness that makes talking to you feel like a breath of fresh air after a hard day, like a reminder that there are truly good people in the world. And your talent—it's something I’m constantly in awe of. Everything you create seems to have a piece of your warmth and beauty in it, and it’s such a joy to witness.

Thank you for being such a positive, comforting presence in my life, even when we’re not always in touch. You make a difference, and I’m super grateful for every bit of kindness you’ve shown me. Just knowing you’re out there makes the world feel a little brighter.

@camvrin :

Oliver,

Where do I even start? Talking to you is like stepping into a whirlwind—in the best possible way. You’re so wonderfully chaotic, and that’s exactly what makes every conversation with you so much fun. I never know where we’ll end up or what twists the conversation will take, but that’s what makes it feel so refreshing. You keep things lively, spontaneous, and full of laughs, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

You’re not only hilarious, but you’re also genuinely one of the kindest, sweetest people I know. You’ve always been there for me, supporting me in ways that mean more than I can put into words. Somehow, no matter what kind of day I’m having, you always know how to lift my spirits and put a smile on my face.

Talking to you feels like one of those rare, easy connections where I can be myself completely, knowing I’ll always have someone who gets it. I could talk to you for hours on end about anything and everything, and it would never get old. Thank you for being such an incredible friend. You’re truly one of a kind, and I’m so lucky to know you.

@mlkbwunnies :

Ying,

I can’t say it enough—you are truly kindness personified. From the moment we met, you’ve been nothing but incredibly sweet, thoughtful, and supportive. You have this gentle, genuine warmth that’s so rare, and just knowing someone as kind as you makes the world feel a little brighter.

You’ve been there for me in ways I’ll never forget. Whether I needed advice, a kind word, or just someone who would listen, you’ve always been right there, ready to help. It’s the kind of support that sticks with you, and I’m forever grateful for it. I honestly feel so lucky to know you and to have had your friendship in my life.

You deserve the absolute best in this world, because that’s exactly the kind of goodness you bring to others. Thank you for being you, for every act of kindness, and for the countless ways you’ve been there for me. You’re a treasure, and I’m so grateful for you.

@thestarswhisper :

Zee,

You are one of the most talented and sweetest people I know, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life. You’ve been with me for so long, through thick and thin, and knowing you’re there has been such a comfort this past two years. Even though we haven’t had the chance to talk in a while, I think about you often and appreciate you more than words can say.

Your talent is something I’m constantly in awe of. You have this incredible way of bringing so much beauty and meaning into everything you do, and it’s inspiring just to see the amazing things you create. Beyond that, you’re genuinely one of the kindest people I know, and that kindness is something I treasure deeply.

Thank you for sticking by me all this time, for being such a wonderful friend, and for all the ways you’ve supported me. I’m so lucky to know someone as remarkable as you.

@glacialheart :

Mika,

It feels like forever since we last got to chat, and I’ve missed seeing you around. I know life has been super busy for you lately, and I just hope you’re taking care of yourself and finding moments to breathe. You deserve all the rest and peace in the world, and I’m really hoping things ease up soon so you can take a break.

You’re genuinely one of the sweetest people I know, and I don’t think you realize just how talented you are. Your creativity and kindness leave such an impact, and everything you do seems to carry this beautiful spark that’s so uniquely you. Thank you for all the times you’ve been there for me and for being such a steady source of warmth and support.

I hope the days ahead bring you a fresh start and all the happiness you deserve, because you truly mean so much to me. Sending all my love, and know I’m always here if you need anything.

@strryskys :

Avery,

I just have to say how much joy you bring into my life. You are genuinely one of the funniest, most talented people I know, and every time I see you on my dash, it feels like a little boost to my day. There’s something about your humor that’s so effortless—you know exactly how to make me laugh, and it’s such a gift. It’s like you have this natural way of bringing lightness and fun wherever you go, and I’m always so grateful for it.

Not only are you incredibly funny, but you’re also so talented. Every time you share your work, I’m blown away by the skill and creativity you pour into it. You’re one of those rare people who seems to have this spark of inspiration and creativity that just can’t be contained, and it’s amazing to see. I feel lucky every time I get to witness even a piece of what you create.

And beyond all of that, you’re so sweet. You’ve always been so kind and supportive, and it means the world to me. Knowing I have someone as wonderful as you around makes everything feel just a little bit better. You’re a true gem and I hope you know how much you’re appreciated. Thank you for being you, for sharing your humor, your talent, and your kindness. I’m so glad I got to know you and be your friend.

@ruruumin :

Rurumi,

It’s been a while since we last talked, but I wanted to let you know how much you still mean to me. Even from the very beginning, you were nothing but kind and warm, and I can’t tell you how much that meant. I was in awe of you—not only because of your talent but also because of the genuine kindness you showed me right from the start. There’s something so rare and special about that, and it’s something I’ll always cherish.

Your work left such an impression on me; I still remember being completely captivated by your creativity and the incredible skill you put into everything you do. You have this unique talent that feels almost magical, like you’re able to bring your imagination to life in a way that’s truly inspiring. Every piece you create feels like a small masterpiece, and it’s clear that you pour so much of yourself into it. Being able to witness your talent is honestly an honor.

Thank you for being such a sweet and thoughtful friend, for your support, and for all the kindness you’ve shared with me. Even though we haven’t talked as much recently, you’re often in my thoughts, and I’m so grateful for the time we’ve shared. You’re truly one of a kind, and I hope you know just how amazing you are.

@oceanreveuse :

Anastasia,

It feels strange to put this into words, but I just need you to know how much you mean to me, even now. Even though it’s been a couple of months since we last spoke, I still think about you often, and I can’t help but miss you. I keep replaying our conversations in my mind, remembering how much brighter things felt with you around. It feels like there’s this empty space where you used to be, and it’s hard to ignore.

You’ve left such an impact on my life in ways I can’t fully explain. We may not have known each other for long, but somehow, in that short time, you managed to find a place in my heart, and I’m not sure that spot will ever really go away. You brought so much joy and comfort into my life, and I can’t thank you enough for that. I remember feeling truly happy for the first time in a long while, and that was because of you. Knowing someone like you exists gave me a reason to keep going, to hold on to the hope that there are people out there as wonderful as you.

I wish I could tell you all this in person, to let you know just how much I appreciate everything you did for me. I’m grateful beyond words for the time we shared, for the support you offered, and for the kindness you gave so freely. Even now, I find myself wanting to tell you about my day or share a small thought, hoping you’re doing well and finding your own happiness. You were someone who made life feel a little lighter, and I’ll always be thankful for that.

So, even if we don’t talk anymore, please know that you still hold a special place in my heart. You’re unforgettable, one of a kind, and I’ll always be grateful to have had you in my life, even if just for a while. Thank you for everything. I miss you, and I hope you find all the happiness you deserve.

@femivi :

Femi,

Even though we just met not even a week ago, I already feel so lucky to have crossed paths with someone as wonderful as you. From what I’ve seen so far, you’re incredibly sweet, and you have this amazing talent that completely blows me away. It’s rare to meet someone who can leave such an impression in such a short amount of time, but somehow, you’ve managed to do exactly that.

I’m genuinely looking forward to getting to know you better. I can already tell there’s so much more to discover and appreciate about you, and I hope this year gives us plenty of chances to connect, share laughs, and build some great memories. Here’s to what feels like the beginning of something really special—I can’t wait to see where our friendship goes!

— Here's to new beginnings, friends.

[feistyfae13]

And they asked me,

"What is love?"

I smiled,

For love is a quiet hymn, a soft miracle,

A reflection we find in ourselves when another enters our world.

A person in love, every day,

Stands before the mirror, not with vanity,

But with gratitude,

Admiring the divine design within.

He gazes at his eyes and whispers a prayer,

"Thank you, God, for these windows of light,

For it is through them I see her—

Her face, radiant like the first blush of dawn,

Her gaze, brimming with love and ecstasy,

Meant only for me."

Then he turns to his ears,

And again, he gives thanks.

"Thank you, God, for these delicate vessels of sound,

For it is through them I hear the melody of her words,

The song of her laughter,

The soft-spoken praises she bestows upon me,

Each note weaving itself into the symphony of my soul."

He lingers at his nose,

And with a smile, he breathes deep.

"Thank you, God, for this gift of scent,

For it is through this I know her presence—

The heavenly perfume of flowers blooming,

Carried into the room with her every step,

Filling the air as if the earth itself rejoices in her arrival."

And then, he looks beyond himself,

To the wonders of the world around him.

He thanks the sun—

"Thank you, God, for this burning star,

For it is under its golden warmth that she smiles,

Her laughter lighting up the day brighter than its rays."

He thanks the moon—

"Thank you, God, for this silver lantern in the sky,

For it is under its gentle glow that I dream of her,

Her silhouette painted like poetry against the night."

He thanks the rain—

"Thank you, God, for these tears of the heavens,

For it is through them I see her dancing,

Each drop a jewel adorning her joy,

Her spirit as boundless as the clouds."

He thanks the winds—

"Thank you, God, for this invisible force,

For it carries her voice to me even from afar,

Whispering her name as though the universe conspires

To keep her ever in my thoughts."

And finally, he bows his head,

His heart full of reverence.

"Thank you, God, for her—

Her presence, a miracle in itself,

The one who makes every moment, every breath,

A reason to be grateful."

And so, when they ask again,

"What is love?"

I smile and reply—

"Love is gratitude, infinite and pure,

For the senses, the world, and above all,

For her.

[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: O Captain! My Captain!

A/n: A slightly alcoholic cultural revelry in the warmth atmosphere of the O'Connell's family ends in a totally uncultured way. Billie relaxes and gets drunk, pestering you almost at the table. Finn looks too excited when he hears the notification sound on his phone and looks at Claudia. Later you find out that these talented duo have made a crazy bet.

"As far as I know," Patrick sips the drink with a funny sound and the amber column in his glass drops slightly after a sip, and the cinnamon wand sticks into his gray mustache like a straw, - "this drink came to be called 'rum on three waters,' or 'grog,' after Captain Old Grog, a nickname given to Vernon for his habit of strolling about the deck in bad weather in an old waterproof cape. "

"I didn't know you were so into alcohol, Mr. O'Connell." - you grin good-naturedly and twirl the cinnamon stick like a spoon, creating a small alcoholic tornado in the cup: the swirls of fruity berry tea mixed with golden rum are mesmerizing, making you stare for a few seconds before returning your gaze. A warm smile plays across Patrick's face as he looks at you, blue eyes sparkling with gratitude for your interest.

"Please, just Patrick." - the man gently corrects you and you nod in agreement. Eh, it's all the fault of your boundless reverence.

"And not so much the alcohol as its history, my dear," Maggie returned from the kitchen with a careful, soft step and stood next to Patrick, who immediately put his arm around her waist. It certainly adds to the comfort. As does the presence of a beautiful woman like Maggie in general. - "There's that traditional Irish trait about him. Will you help me, darling?"

Patrick nods in agreement, assuring you of his imminent continuation of the story, and the parents retire back to the kitchen to tackle the long-awaited tofu turkey, another of Maggie's proud culinary masterpieces. It looks like it's about five minutes away from being fully cooked, at most.

You hear a new chirp notification opposite and without hesitation turn your gaze to Finn, continuing to observe: the red-haired man grabs the phone from the table abruptly, and after recognizing the contents of the screen becomes even more flighty, staring at Claudia with a mute question. You literally see humped question marks appear above his head, almost getting tangled in slightly overgrown copper hair, to which the girl responds with an innocent smile.

"Guys, is something wrong?" - you put your cup to the lips to take a generous sip, but you nearly choke on it, coughing as you feel a sudden tight grip on your right thigh.

A sharp turn of the head and you meet head-on with the source of your mild asphyxia: cloudy drunken lights flash in Billie's blue eyes, accentuated by her cheeky grin.

"Careful, my girl." - Billie gives you a gentle pat on the back, and then shifts her gaze to Finn as if nothing had happened while her hand slowly slides down already on the inside of your thigh, keeping some decent-to-non-decent distance. - "Yes, brother, you look very... excited."

Finneas buries his face in a glass, almost with his nose, and all the secrets of the universe are concentrated in the amber surface of the grog. He doesn't even look at Claudia now, but for some reason it seems to you that the blush on the guy's cheeks and ears has become clearer. Perhaps alcohol is to blame for everything. A new notification bell and an attack of your asphyxia is already transferred to him, and the role of the rescuer is Claudia.

"I'm fine," he awkwardly picks up a few drops of diluted rum with his palm from his short red beard. Several images of the pirate aesthetic immediately run before your eyes. - "Just... can't let go of thoughts of the turmoil of the day."

"Relax, it's just a regular night out with your loved ones, right?" - Billie's heated voice is pleasantly husky, and you twitch slightly, catching the sudden goosebumps of arousal. And it's not just her voice that's to blame, it's also her cheeky palm, which has slid deftly from your thigh to the zipper of your jean shorts, playfully yanking the lock tongue down just a couple of links. Fuck! What's going on today...?

By God's miracle, you restrain your emotions of shock and embarrassment, which strive to play out with the whole palette on your face, and quickly intercept her hand, closing your fingers with a bracelet around her wrist. In your mind, you offered up over a dozen prayers to God so that no one would see this movement.

"Billie's right, love, you really should relax," Claudia gently pats her lover on the shoulder with the same perfectly simple-minded smile. But when she and Eilish glance over, you could swear you see some fleetingly conspiratorial, sly spark in her green whirlpools. Eilish herself echoes it. Both of their smiles turn predatory as Fin's phone beeps unobtrusively again, and the guy covers his face with his palms in anguish. You've obviously missed something.

"I'll tell you a little later," noticing your misunderstanding, Eilish smoothly moves closer to you, scorching your ear with an ingratiating whisper. - "In the meantime, I have something for you as well."

She slips out of your grasp in one imperceptible movement and intercepts your hand to place it on the fly of her incredibly voluminous shorts. You feel the hard bulge through the soft fabric and it seems to you in a moment that the chair beneath you will shockingly split on the floor, spreading all four legs in different directions, in pairs parallel to each other. Because you have mentally fainted about three times already.

"Pirate, what the hell is that?!" - you seem to whisper a little too loudly, but Billie even likes it. She only winks playfully and bites her lower lip a little too hotly, hiding it behind her cup when you hear the sound of footsteps from the kitchen.

You try to pull your hand away, but Billie only moves a little closer to you, squeaking the leg of her chair lightly, and springs your hand back. And you don't know what's stronger: your embarrassment at the possibility of total embarrassment in front of her parents, your growing arousal, or your trust in the reckless younger O'Connell. Fuck.

"Here we are!" - Patrick solemnly brings in a tray of flaming vegan turkey to set it on the table.

"I hope you enjoy it," Maggie steps a little behind him, smiling with a note of maternal awe.

"What's so stupid, Mom?" - Eilish drains the rest of her cup and then plops her chin on the palm of her arm bent at the elbow. - "You know you and bad cooking are categorically incompatible."

She sends a warm smile to her mother, then transfers the murky pre-storm seas to you afterward. "Trust me." And you, frothing with excitement, trust. Eilish is your favorite and authoritative captain, guiding your ship through this palpable absurdity of a situation.

Fin's phone pings again.

×××

"That was too good, can I get the recipe?" - Claudia gently pushes her plate away, passing a paper napkin over her lips. You nod in agreement at her remark as well.

"Of course, girls!" - Maggie shone, the word of the August sun: blindingly bright, yet so warming. - "I'll be sure to describe everything to you in the morning, but now it's time for us all to rest."

And you exhale in awe, even though Eilish's hand under the table outlines your knee a little too flirtatiously. What's a kneecap! In these past thirty minutes, Eilish has replaced the biblical Tempter Serpent himself, getting you as hot as she can and can't. She's done everything from playful touching of your leg to overly explicit, lingering strokes of your thigh. She even managed to walk on the very blade: still unzip your fly and slip her fingers inside for a few moments, touching the very epicenter of your heat and tension through the thin fabric of your underwear. You nearly fly up in your chair, held up only by multi-ton shackles of awkwardness and adrenaline. God... Eilish is gorging himself on his third and final cup of grog, chugging from a teaspoon with the most satisfied smile on his lips, and you don't find the moment better. You press sharply on her bulge at the fly of her shorts and she nearly chokes, biting down on the spoon. The blue drunken seas churn with stormy foam, but how sweet is revenge!

And now you're blissfully thinking that the most dangerous stage of dinner seems to be behind you.

New notice. Oh, good lord....

"Son, is everything okay?"

Finneas is the perfect embodiment of a red traffic light, now tousling his hair with his pale hand. All nervous and hunched over.

"Yeah, Dad, I just think I overdid it today."

Billie bounces her fist with laughter and you catch her again, paying for all your patience with her own gold coin: another press and she bites her fist just barely visible to let out an embarrassed groan. You seem to have grown bolder after your second drink.

Patrick steers the conversation slightly into traditional fatherly admonishment, only to then return to the rails of everyday topics. You graciously agree to help Maggie with the dishes, acting as a precautionary measure (if Billie gets up from the table, there's a fifty percent chance that one unfortunate move will be a staggering disaster), but before you do, a small, crumpled piece of paper falls with filigree precision onto your lap. Billie, even under the influence of alcohol, is perfectly aware of her movements.

"I want you. Now." - The slightly smudged letters are eloquent, and her deep-blue gaze is a seal of assurance. You swallow nervously, silently letting out an exhale. Eilish is sure to drive you crazy someday. Would you mind?

"I'll help your mom out real quick, okay?"

And she nods silently, swallowing you whole, completely, in her deep blue waters. Eilish touches your cheek briefly with her hot lips, and Finneas stares at you like he's never stared before. As if you'd committed this smashing obscenity after all and you'd been noticed. Billie nods at him briefly, and a smile of incommensurate pride blossoms on his face, as if he'd won a dozen Grammys and as many Golden Globes. You are mentally ready to add everything, even the Illuminati, to this silent conspiracy, which has bypassed you in its details.

Relief only comes when these two golden talents of the music industry go upstairs with the speed of comets scattering across the sky, albeit not quite sober. You and Claudia stay behind to help, but there's a rush in her movements, too, so similar to yours.

"What's the matter, anyway?" - You ask quietly, grabbing the empty salad bowl from the table.

"Billie took my word that I wouldn't say anything," Sulewski gives a cat-like sly snort, summarizing. - "But... you and I are obviously going to have to be quieter tonight."

And you are sincerely lost, not knowing what to do: to raise an eyebrow in skepticism and break the roof of the cozy house O'Connells or to fall into a new, only now no longer imaginary fainting, embracing the salad bowl.

You finish the rest of the cleaning in silence, floating in your own rapidly changing thoughts, like a lone sailor on a huge Dutch galleon. You emerge from your thoughts only when you hear the creaking of the wooden stairs beneath your feet. Claudia ironically wishes you a "good night" before hiding behind the door of Finneas's old room and you die, burning the carpet beneath you with a mixture of feelings. It's too crazy an evening.

×××

"Now, Pirate, tell me what the fuck this-", you're unceremoniously silenced with a deep kiss, with force and accompanying rumble spurring to the door. A hiss from the painful meeting of your shoulder blades with the white-painted wood and a groan from the frenzy and duration of your arousal mingle together, sticking across your throat. You bite down on her bottom lip with force. Just the way she likes it.

"I'm sorry," her voice is husky and the blue sapphires glistening in the dark, mysteriously clouded with desire and rum, hypnotizing, turning you into a porcelain statue in her arms. You freeze, and she touches your shoulder blades with her hands through the thin fabric of your black shirt, stroking gently. - "Does it hurt much?"

"It never hurts with you," you whisper, your fingers wanting to sink into her tarry hair. The striped bandana immediately slips to the floor beneath your palms, reaching the floor completely silently. - "I want you, and I also want answers to tonight's performance."

"I can give you everything at once," the cold tip of her nose touches your neck, creating an unreal contrast to the hot, plump lips that slide ever so gently down to your collarbones and then back up to your earlobe. You feel the bite, and she presses closer to you, pressing her impromptu, artificial boner against your very needed spot, and you wrenching a strong exhale. - Finn and I have a bet for tonight."

"More details, Pirate," you cling to her shoulders, ready to climb the wall with excitement. Eilish moves mockingly, creating a friction that fogs your mind and dulls your desire for long-awaited answers. Another thrust of her hips and you gag, biting on your fist as she fast pulls your hand away. - "I fucking... need details..."

"We bet which of the two of us could handle arousal in public better, who could hold out longer," she grins as she sees you touch the waistband of her shorts with trembling hands, undoing the knot. The interfering piece of clothing falls off as you both look at it thoughtfully, as if you were watching the jets of a waterfall falling from high above the glistening cliffs. Actually, as expected: in the semi-darkness of Eilish's old little room, the dark straps of the strap-on glisten, highlighting her alabaster skin so well. How she'd managed to never once get caught with such a 'surprise' at fifteen centimeters - the eighth wonder of the world, no less. - "Well, Finn's condition you can see right now."

"And what did you confront him, Pirate?" - you take a few insistent steps, causing Billie to steps back and fall back onto the sheets of her bed with a smile, fleetingly touching the fabric of the open scarlet canopy. You dive in after her, hovering dominantly. The singer's gaze is breathtaking from the sultry and lustful look in your eyes.

"Not even Eilish anymore?"

She slides her palms under your shirt, stroking your waist. The warmth of her hands is so damn relaxing, you're already not even wanting to be angry for detailed shenanigans. Tugs on the bottom button with her fingers, taking a rhythmic route straight to your collar.

"It's not my fault you were sipping rum tea today like the most badass pirate of the seven seas." - You tease good-naturedly as the shirt slides off your shoulders, revealing it for the silver light of the moon from the window and the hungry blue gaze. Equal to her in terms of clothing, you peel Billie's T-shirt off as she obediently raises her arms for comfort. The smirk on her face mirrors yours exactly.

"I decided to keep Finneas' condition a secret for him, so he only realized at the table that I'd enlisted Clau's support," Eilish continued, watching with amusement as you first deftly tugged off her bodice and then personally exposed yourself like a model in front of a talented artist. - "Lucifer bless her multi-caliber concealed folder."

"Wait," you sit down on the bed next to her, knocked off your feet by the incoming information, the facts folding together in your head in a brisk fashion, like outstretched red threads on a detective's cork board. - "Are you telling me he was getting hot pictures of her all through dinner while you paralleled torturing both of us under the table?"

Billie nods slowly, savoring the pleasure of her own splendid prank, and you collapse into a histrionic laugh, finding a pillow with your hand. Remembering Finneas's sloppy exit from the table, pulling the already long edges of his sweatshirt taut, you nearly cry out in a fit of laughter, clutching the soft pillow tighter.

"You're such a bitch, Billie," you touch her lips as she gently takes the pillow back, hovering over you already.

"As it is," a new stroke on your neck, serving as her delicious dessert, setting her back to her former intimacy. Just below, near your collarbones is the slightly crooked scarlet flower of a hickey, eliciting a muffled moan from you. - "Kissing your partner on the cheek is a voluntary admission of defeat. And even though I lost, admit you're impressed."

"Oh, Captain, my Captain..." - you murmur, running your fingers along her ribs. He takes it as agreement.

Her gaze clings to the only thing left on you: blohsh's gold pendant, set with transparent white sapphires that look like stars in the night sky's companion light. Her heartly present. She grabs the pendant, pulling you gently toward her, so as not to break the chain, but you feel such indescribable strength from her in the gesture. Her free hand touches your cheek with all the tenderness she can muster.

"Mine," she whispers fervently through the kisses, your tongues clashing hotly. The tangy karamel, half bitter, golden rum flavor, the slightly stinging cinnamon, - "only mine precious girl. I can't tolerate stand to be around you."

"Only yours, Captain Eilish. Take me on a voyage of a lifetime with you, please."

And she speaks so confidently that you are ready to rip your heart out of your chest for her right now and present it to her in the palms of your hands, even hotter and only hers.

"I'll take you. Pirates always take their treasure with them forever."

×××

You lower yourself onto her strapon leisurely, trying not to make too much noise, though the knot of pleasure inside will soon burn through you like a magical sphere of fire. Billie holds you by the waist, thrusting only deeper, her mysterious night seas staring at you uninterrupted, wrapping you headlong in their warm waters. She burns out your naked body into her memory, noting that your most appropriate attire is only moon white light and nothing else. The rest is unnecessary tinsel.

"You're so flawless," the soft whisper of plump, templed lips is entirely polarized by the roughness of the thrust that follows. Her right palm slides down, smoothing over your pelvic bones, and then she touches your clit with her index finger, thrusting sharply again. You are immediately literally folded in half in an orgasm. And Eilish really can't get enough, she continues, "folding" you over and over like exquisite Chinese origami.

Even when you're off of her, you don't let yourself rest and drop to your knees, unbuckling the strap, peering into her already relatively sober oceans and touching the moist 'petals' with your tongue, taking you leisurely to the very bottom. You're still shaking slightly, and Eilish rumbles, her guttural moans barely audible.

A thump against the night stand and a cursing is heard from behind the wall opposite both of you. Billie chuckles.

"Maybe I lost," she throws her head back, gently pushing you closer with her hand. - "But the temptation is too sweet. And my girlfriend cum first, I won this one, sucker."

She lets out a chuckle, but immediately drowns in a silent moan as you lips press deliberately slow and pressurized. Someone has to teach your captain patience, right?

Eilish doesn't like alcohol, of course, but she definitely likes rum.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Please, TF 141 + Konig with a s/o who is very affectionate and caring. Like she likes to kiss them all over their face, pamper them all the time, make sure they eat good and healthy and constantly remind them that they are appreciated and loved.

𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢

I absolutely love this idea😭😭😭 This is gonna be my favorite art because I love these kind of fanfics and this is so me fr. My mans are traumatized asf and I‘m just gonna sit there, hold them and take care of them 🤭 Anyways I hope you enjoy! Love you 🩷🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻

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König

Königs body was weary and his mind filled with the echoes of gunfire. But as he stepped through the door of your shared house, he felt a rush of warmth and love envelop him. You greeted him with open arms.

"Babyyyyy" you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness, "Welcome home, my love." Your eyes sparkled with adoration as you leaned in and showered König's face with gentle kisses, your affection pouring out in every touch.

The weight of the world lifted from König's shoulders as he felt your love embrace him. The battles he fought seemed distant, replaced by the warmth of your presence. Your caring nature knew no bounds, as you pampered him with tender care, ensuring he had everything he needed to recover and regain his strength.

Every day, you prepared delicious meals, meticulously crafting dishes that would touch his body and soul. König's heart swelled with emotion as he saw the spread you had prepared for him. Tears welled up in his eyes, a mix of gratitude and overwhelming love.

With a choked voice, König embraced you tightly, holding onto you as if he never wanted to let go. The tears flowed freely down his weathered face, releasing the weight of the battles he had fought. In your arms, he found solace, a safe haven where vulnerability was allowed.

"Mein Schatz" König murmured, his voice filled with a mix of appreciation and awe, "I can't begin to express how much this means to me. Your love, your care, it's more than I ever expected or believed I deserved. Thank you. Ich liebe dich über alles. Danke, dass es dich gibt."

You felt your heart melt at his words and even through you didn’t know what the last sentence meant, your soul knew what he meant.

Your arms wrapped around him, providing comfort and reassurance. "König, you are so much more than a soldier. You are a person deserving of love and tenderness. I see the strength within you, but I also see the vulnerability. Let me be the one to remind you of your worth, to show you that you are appreciated and loved."

Your affection and care had become his refuge, a sanctuary from the chaos of the battlefield. The bond you shared grew stronger with every passing day, built on a foundation of unwavering support and genuine affection.

And as König's heart swelled with gratitude, he vowed to protect and cherish the love you had given him just as fiercely as he fought for his country. In your embrace, he found a home, a place where he was truly seen and loved.

Simon Riley

Simon is a stoic and battle-hardened soldier who found himself in a whirlwind of emotions ever since you entered his life. As a soldier, he was accustomed to facing danger head-on, but your affectionate and caring nature opened up a world of tenderness he never thought possible.

You and your boundless love and affection showered Simon with kisses all over his face, your lips leaving a trail of warmth and adoration. Each touch and caress reminded him that he was cherished, appreciated, and deeply loved.

You made it your mission to pamper Simon, ensuring he took care of himself both physically and emotionally. You cooked delicious and nutritious meals, placing them before him with a gentle smile, knowing that proper nourishment was essential for his well-being. You watched as he ate, your eyes filled with pride and joy, knowing that he was taking care of himself even in the midst of chaos.

But it was not just the physical care that touched Simon's heart. You constantly reminded him of his worth, whispering words of affirmation and love into his ear. You saw the depths of his soul, the scars he carried and yet you loved him unconditionally. Your voice became the balm to his wounds, mending the broken pieces of his heart with each tender word spoken.

One evening, as you held Simon in your arms, a moment of overwhelming emotion washed over him. Tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his face, as the weight of his past and the beauty of your love collided within him.

"I've never felt so happy," Simon whispered through his tears, his voice filled with awe and vulnerability. "I never thought I could experience this kind of love, this kind of happiness. It's overwhelming."

You tightened your embrace, holding him close as you kissed the top of his head and whispered sweet reassurances. "You deserve all the love in the world, Simon. You are strong, courageous, and deserving of every kind of happiness that comes your way. I'm here for you, always."

Simon buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tears mingling with the warmth of your embrace. In that moment, he realized that vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength. Opening his heart to you had allowed him to experience a love so profound that it moved him to tears.

In the safety of your arms, Simon found solace. You had given him a sanctuary in a world of chaos and uncertainty. With every touch, every kiss, and every word, you reminded him that love could heal even the deepest of wounds.

“I love you Simon. I‘m proud of how far you’ve come. I will forever love you“ after this sentence Simon continued to cry and you just sat there with him and held him like your life was depending on it.

And as you held Simon, his tears slowly subsided, replaced by a sense of profound peace and contentment. He realized that with you by his side, he could face anything that came his way.

John MacTavish

As the evening sun bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, you found yourself standing in front of John, your heart brimming with affection and adoration. John had always been the strong man but you knew that deep down that he needed to feel loved and appreciated just like anyone else.

With a gentle smile playing on your lips you moved closer to him, cupping his face in your hands. Your fingers traced the lines of his rugged features, your touch conveying a depth of emotion that words could never fully capture. His piercing blue eyes met yours, a mixture of surprise and warmth dancing within them.

"Hi John!" you greeted him with an excited tone "I want you to know that you're loved, John. Every part of you. From your hardened soul to the tenderness you so often hide. You mean the world to me."

The corners of John's mouth twitched with a hint of a smile, his usually guarded exterior slowly melting away under your affectionate gaze. His arms enveloped you in a tight embrace as if he couldn't bear to let go.

"I don't deserve you, baby" he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "You've shown me a love I never thought I could have. And here I am, currently living in that dream"

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering against his skin. "John, you deserve the love. You're human, just like everyone else. And love doesn't discriminate based on perceived flaws. I see the strength and resilience within you, but I also see the gentleness and vulnerability. It's all a part of who you are, and I love every single piece."

Tears welled up in John's eyes, and he held you even closer, as if he wanted to merge his being with yours. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. You make me want to be a better person. Thank you for loving me." You let got of him and go and get the flowers you bought him and show it to him. He smiles at you and he looks like a lost puppy. As you placed the flowers into John's hands, his grip tightened, his touch tender and grateful.

He brought your lips to his, a fervent kiss that spoke volumes of the love he held for you. With each caress, each whispered declaration, he poured his heart out, reminding you just how deeply you had touched his soul.

Kyle Garrick

You couldn't resist showering Kyle with affection, your gentle touch caressing his face as you attacked it with kisses. Each kiss served as a reminder of the love that blossomed between you, a love that grew stronger with each passing day.

In your care, Kyle found comfort. Your attention to detail knew no bounds as you crafted every dish with love, understanding that good food was not only essential for his physical well-being but also a way to show how deeply you cared.

"Have you eaten baby?" you asked him and he looked at you with a sad smile. "No" he replied and without asking any further questions you made your way to the kitchen and started preparing something for him. You felt happy. You were happy because you’re taking care of the boy that doesn’t have anyone but you that reminds him that he is loved. In the moments when darkness threatened to consume his soul… you were there, a steady presence that offered comfort and support. With a touch of tenderness, you wiped away his tears and held him close, whispering words of solace and encouragement. You reminded him that vulnerability was not weakness, but a testament to his strength and resilience.

From the corner of your eyes you saw him standing there and looking at you with nothing but love written in his face. He slowly moved closer to you and watched you cook pasta for him and move to prepare the salat to eat next to the pasta.

Kyle is a man of few words who struggled to articulate the depth of his emotions. He suddenly took your face in his hands, making you drop the spatula and his gaze reflecting the love that radiated from within. And in that timeless instant, he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that conveyed a thousand unspoken words.

In that kiss, all the emotions that had swelled within him poured forth. Gratitude, love, and a sense of profound connection intertwined, leaving no doubt that you were his anchor in this chaotic world.

John Price

You entered John’s life and a different side of him began to emerge. You had a way of softening his rough edges, reminding him of the warmth and tenderness that still existed within him. And John secretly loved everything you were doing. He was watching you close as you were cooking dinner or looking at the flowers you got from the mall.

And every chance you got you would kiss John with love and affection. Your gentle kisses dotted his face, a sweet gesture that never failed to bring a smile to his lips. He always makes an annoyed face but you both knew that he was enjoying it. Whenever you were sitting next to him he was secretly wishing you would attack him with your kisses.

The emotions between you and John ran deep. In his eyes, you were the light around the darkness that often consumed his world. Your unwavering care and devotion touched his heart, melting away the walls he had built around himself.

On one particularly intense day, as the weight of his missions bore down on him, John found comfort in your presence. You could see the weariness etched across his face, the burden he carried threatening to crush him. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close.

"You are incredible, John. I want you to know how appreciated you are, how much you mean to me and everyone around you. You're a beacon of strength, but you're also human. It's okay to lean on others, to let yourself be cared for."

John's eyes met yours, gratitude and emotion shining within them. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your love and adoration pouring forth in that simple touch. "John, deserving has nothing to do with it. Love isn't earned, it's given freely. And I choose to love you every day with every part of my being."

In that moment, the weight on John's shoulders lifted ever so slightly, replaced by the warmth of your affection and the understanding that he was not alone. And as the intensity of emotions swelled within him, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate and tender kiss.

It was a moment of connection, a testament to the love that had blossomed between you. In each other's arms, you found solace, strength, and a deep sense of belonging. The world around you faded away as you embraced the power of love and vulnerability.