#aether drabble

[sixosix]

accidental kissing kinda ft. aether, who teases you ab it, wc 500

You couldn’t help yourself.

How could you, really? When Aether has his head resting on your shoulder emanating peace? You can’t. You simply can’t resist it when it’s not so often you get to see his eyebrows relaxed, not furrowed or pinched downward. Or his eyes fluttered shut, not flashing with contempt or agony.

You think to yourself that if there ever comes a day where you make a terrible decision, it would be today, when your heart is beating out of your chest, and Aether won’t be awake to embarrass you after.

Carefully, you rest your hand on the crown of his head to keep him from slipping off your shoulder, and shift until you’re facing him directly. His cheek is pressed against the front of your shoulder, and there might be a trace of drool in his slumber, though you hardly care about that.

With a deep breath, you screw your eyes shut and plant a kiss on his forehead. Like you've always wanted to.

At least, where his forehead was supposed to be.

Your eyes fly open when you belatedly notice that what your lips are pressed against isn’t the warmth of his forehead. Aether’s eyes are wide open, gazing back at you.

Then it takes you about two seconds to realize you’re kissing him, and he's fully awake, bearing witness to it. Not to mention you’re kissing him a couple of inches down from his forehead.

You jump back, your heart leaping out of your throat, yet you’re unable to move when Aether has an arm snaked around your waist.

“Oh, you’re—I’m so sorry, I didn’t think—No, I mean, I didn’t mean to kiss you!”

This is horrifying. Double the horrifying. You intended to kiss him on the forehead and then return to sleep with only this secret shared between your heart and the quiet of the forest. But he woke up, moved, and your lips ended up square on his.

“That wasn’t fair,” he rasps, heavy with sleep. He keeps his arm firm while you’re trying to shuffle away. “Our first kiss could’ve been more romantic than that.”

“Nothing romantic about that!”

“Plenty romantic in waking up to an angel kissing me,” he remarks, then grins lazily, as much as his weary facial muscles can handle. And looks stupidly attractive doing it.

“Aether,” you whine, your arm flying up to cover your eyes in a lame attempt to hide your humiliation. “You know I didn’t mean to. It was—it was supposed to be—”

“It’s okay,” Aether laughs. “I know. Though, I would’ve preferred it if you meant to. You could wake me up a lot faster if you meant to do that.”

He cups your chin with his thumb and index, his eyes zeroed in on your lips. “So, if you’re going to kiss me, aim right next time.” He grins at you, his gaze melting any trace of embarrassment away. “Okay?”

[aeferfckr]

really short but it afab!aether came to me in a dream (u didn't dream shit u just watched twt po-)

afab!aether. afab!reader. trans!aether (not mentioned). scissoring. pretend i mentioned the star shapes top surgery scars.

bumpin' coochies with aether sighh,, guy's dont even get me started.

he's gripping onto your thigh like a lifeline, trying to stay sane and on the ground with the mind breaking pleasure, threatening him to let loose.

he ruts onto your clit as his head cranes to leave open mouthed kisses on your ankle.

his moans fall out of his mouth, hot air steams from his mouth with every pant and whimper he makes

you're not fairing any better. his weight is pressing down onto your poor cunny and rubbing it with his own

your mouth hangs open but is covered by the back of your hand, not close enough to muffle your sounds, but close enough for your lover to pout

he drapes your leg over his shoulder so he can hold the very hand covering your mouth.

his whimpering voice makes it sound more as he was begging then reassuring you, 'you sounded beautiful, please, let me here more of you'

your fingers entangle with his own as your body shakes, you two share the last orgasm of the night.

aeferfckr

[aetherraeys]

relieving the pressure

remus lupin x afab!reader ⊹ 4.2k

for this request x

cw ⟢ smut 18+ mdni, very domestic, established relationship, fluff, soft remus, very attentive!reader, swearing, p in v, riding, creampie, aftercare

summary: you always take such good care of remus before the full moon, moodswings and all—he's just so overwhelmed with love for you. (techincally part two of this, but can be read alone)

a/n: REMUS SMUT MWHAHAHAHAH gosh the second i started this i literally couldn't think about anything else. WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP PLS, not proofread x

The warmth that radiated off you was so soothing, and in combination with the tender twist and coil of your fingertips through his hair, Remus really didn’t stand a chance—the low lulling call of sleep beckoning him forward. Unable to fight against the exhaustion that had been looming over him and the mental fatigue of the day’s emotional whiplash.

You felt the rise and fall of his chest slow, the small hum of his content sighs coming to a stop and his hand falling limp against your waist—sleeping.

For a long while, you continued to indulge him, carding your fingers through his hair, letting them settle at the nape of his neck—before slowly, delicately peeling yourself from him, adjusting the pillow beneath his head, the duvet over his body. Silently treading around the room to close the curtains in exchange for the small bedside lamp, switching on the diffuser as your exited—leaving the door just barely ajar.

Unfortunately for Remus, the ache of his limbs jolsted him awake not long after you left, his arm reaching out in search for the warmth of your presence. And the lack of your discovery cause a small pout to settle onto his lips, tossing and turning to get a look at the clock, 7:38pm, barely and hour and a half of sleep.

Pursing his lips together with a sigh of reluctance, he forced his way out of the duvet’s cozy embrace—a sharp wince making slipping into the air with first steps he took. Stopping at the door frame when he noticed the lack of life in the living room, the heavy trickle of water reaching his ears as he turned into the bathroom.

You hadn’t noticed him watching, perched on the edge of the bath, the sound of the running tap accompanied by your light absentminded hums—and the corners of his lips twitched up in admiration, as your fingertips glided through the surface of the water. After a few more moments of observation, he stepped onto the cold tiles of the bathroom, the flitting of light from his shadow over the burning candles alerting you to his presence.

Immediately your lips stretched into a warm smile, walking over to him and wrapping him up in your arms. His head instinctively fell into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale—letting you fill all his senses, mumbling into your skin. The vibrations made your shoulders inch up as a giggle bubbled in your chest, leaning back to meet his gaze—eyebrows raised as an indication for him to repeat himself.

His hands settled on the curve of your hips, walking you backwards till your back pressed against the sink. You still looked up at him, eyes swimming with a soft, silent fondness that made his throat dry—your hands trailed up his sides, over his chest and neck, running over his hair before residing on the curves of his jaw, thumb tracing lightly over the scar by his lip.

“What y’doing?” His voice low and hoarse from disuse.

You stayed quiet for a moment, drinking in his appearence, the disheveled mass of curls on his head, the cowlick at the front of one of his brows, the slightly sunked dark circles that rested beneath his eyes; “Mmm, just running a bath,”

He knew it was for him, if the candle placement wasn’t telling enough, the book he’d been reading resting on the ledge by the window was a dead give away. Remus hummed back in response, leaning down and pressing small kisses across your face, leaving the last against your lips, grinning into the touches.

When you eventually pull away from him, leaving away, checking the rising water level—almost ready—he switched to holding your free hand, trailing behind you as you walked to the other cabinet. Shockingly clingy considering his previous mood, it still brought a small smile to your face—trying to work around the one handed handicap situation he’d put you in. When you reached for a small packet, you made an attempt to unzip it to no avail. Turning to look at him, your words littered with a huffed chuckle—

“I’m gonna need my other hand, bubs,”

Something similar to a pained groan rumbled in Remus’ chest as he released your hand—opting to wrap his arms around your middle, head resting lightly against your shoulder.

Opening the packet, you waddled over to the bath, Remus still clinging to your back, taking the small scoop and emptying it into the water—small buds of lavender rising to the surface as you leaned and ran your hand through bath.

“Am I the main ingredient in your soup?”

His words were muffled against your skin and your body shook with the giggles that ran through you—adding another scoop and turning off the tap before spinning to look at him, lips still stretched into a grin.

Your hand came up under the hem of his jumper, fingertips ghosting over the warm skin of his torso, and he made no attempts to fight against you—removing his jumper in one swift moment while you murmured. “It’s a bath salt, it should help with the aches,”

He leaned into your hold, hands rubbing small pressured circles onto the top of his hips—beginning his light assault again, this time peppering small kisses along your pulse, drifting up to the thin skin behind your ears. His voice was low and gravelly sending shivers down your spine.

“Will you join me?”

Letting out a soft hum of approval, Remus waste no time mimicking your actions and ridding you of your top—dropping it to the floor, joining his with a small thud.

Greeted with the newly exposed skin, his lips trailed to the tops of your shoulders, fingertips skimming over your spine, reaching up to unclasp your bra and roughly tossing it behind him. Soft sighs spill from your lips, basking in the affection before you eventually breathed—“It’s gonna get cold, Rem,”

Only then did he detach from your skin slightly, and with a squeeze of your hips, he stepped back, giving you both space to shimmy out of your bottoms.

His bones thanked him as the water embraced him, leaning against the cold ledge of the bath, coaxing him forward, you took your seat behind him, arms cradling his body as his did before. His hum vibrated low against your skin when he felt the warmth of your lips against his spine. You reached up, plucking the small vial of eucalyptus oil—dropping a pipette full into the water as well as your hands.

Using the heat of your hands to work it into his skin, Remus’ eyes closed as you started to work the tension out of his shoulders—letting his head hang forward, basking in the soothing lull of the water, as well as the attentive press of your fingers into his aching muscles.

“Does that feel okay?” Your voice was just above a whisper, breathy and honeyed against his neck, thumbs working their way down, on each side of his spine—goosebumps forming in their wake.

“Mmmm, feels really good, love,”

Once your hands reached the base of his spine, they snaked round back to his hips—kneading lightly into the flesh, pressing small pecks against his shoulder blade. Taking extra care to work out the knots that formed under his skin before bring your hands up to his hair—saturating the curls with water, massaging gently into his scalp as his rested his head against your shoulder. Looking up at you, eyes filled with contentment.

Your voice was soft and soothing in his ears; “Close your eyes,” reaching over him and adding a dollop of shampoo into your palm before lathering, sighs of relaxation spilling form his lips when the sweet jasmine scent took over his senses. For a few long drawn out minutes, you worked your fingertips into him in relative silence—bar the gentle melody you hummed lightly, soothing something deep in Remus’ bones.

By the time you’d washed, rinsed and conditioned his hair—he was sure he’d fall asleep right then and there if he wasn’t careful. After a final hum, more breath than words, he murmured, “Your turn, love,” When you stood, stepping out of the water, Remus quickly shifted back, making space for you.

The surface of the water sloshing against his torso as you re-entered, instinctively you laid your head against his chest, absorbing the familiar heat that radiated off of him—you lay against him for a while, his hands holding yours, rubbing absentminded patterns on your skin. Dipping your head lower, you submerged your hair into the water—eyes closed, letting the low dulling whoosh of the water bounce between your ears.

Just before you lifted your head, you opened your eyes to find Remus, his sights already on you—unfairly fond. Shampoo already lathered in his palms, waiting for you to full re-emerge, the softest smile twitching at the corners of his lips.

He repeated your actions, rinsing and resting his chin on your shoulder. With a deep inhale through your nose, you turned to look at him slightly—he was all but melting into you—voice gentle and candied, “Feel better, Rem?”

His lips stretched into a wide, crooked grin—burying his cheek into the curve of your shoulder when he responded, “Much,”

You waited for a few more minutes before shifting forward, a pout etching itself onto his lips at the loss of contact. Reaching for a towel as you stepped out and over the edge the porcelain, when you turned back to him, his expression resembled that of a kicked puppy. Brows furrowed high on his forehead, pout curling down into a frown, his fingers gripped the edge as if he were going to pull himself out.

Instead, you leaned over to the window-cill, adding another few drops of oil into the water—you let your fingertips massage small circles onto the highpoint of his forehead, whispering to him—

“Stay in a little longer,”

His eyes were closed, sinking further into the water, your voice sounded almost hypnotic to him, mindlessly nodding to your words. Feeling the soft press of your lips against his temples before you padded out to dress and dry yourself.

It wasn’t long before Remus made his way into the bedroom, draining the bath just before his skin could raisin. His bed clothes were laid out on the side of the bed, warm to touch, and his heart ached at the extra lengths you went to to make him comfortable.

The loud whirring of the hairdryer coming to a stop as your turned to him, sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed—clad in a tank top and a pair of his boxer shorts, and as he got dressed he couldn’t help but admire, eyes glued to your form.

A half-exasperated smile twitched at the corners of your lips at his staring, bringing your hand down to at the bed with a few soft pats. Remus crawled into the spot you’d sat in, still warm from your presence. Towel hung loosely around his neck, tips of his hair still dripping onto it—he leaned back, arms supporting his weight as your leg swings over his, settling onto his lap.

His brows quirk up slightly accompanied with a lazy smirk, automatically shifting his weight to free his hands, letting them curve and rest on the round of your thighs. Rolling your eyes at him, but it had no real bite—your hands run though his wet tufts a few times, and his eyes are swimming with adoration.

Placing one small peck on his lips—puling away just a quick as you came in, and he found himself following your lips as they left. Only to be met with your finger, abruptly stopping his chase in its tracks—raising the hairdryer into his view a semi-smug, knowing grin extending across your face, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

The steady whirring hum of the dryer started and Remus squinted as the cool pressurised air hit his skin, one hand combing through his locs, the other shaking the dryer around his head. He let his hands wander over your skin, fiddling with the hem of his boxers on you, pads of his fingers drawing patterns against your thighs lightly, dragging the back of his nails down the exposed skin of your spine as you worked away.

When you’d finally dried the last section of his hair, Remus’ hands rested comfortably on the curve of your ass, and he couldn’t fight the temptation, pinching at the flesh. As the dryer bounced against the bed, you jolted on his lap at the feeling—a sharp gasp leaving your lips, swatting his shoulder slightly in feigned annoyance.

He barked out a laugh, palm rubbing soothingly over the spot, his head falling into the crook of your neck—body shaking insync with his laughter. Seamlessly, his hands continued on their wandering path over your body, pulling you closer into him as he pressed small kisses against your collarbone.

A huffed scoff slipped passed your lips as your breathed—

“Restless, are we?”

He didn’t respond with anything more than a dreamy sigh against your skin as he indulged further, basking in you, his lips moving languidly up the side of your neck. Words tumbled from his lips, muffled against your throat, a quiet confession lost to the warmth of the moment. Your hands find their way to his jaw, pulling him back slightly—he looks at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky yourself, slowly leaning up your lips murmuring again—clearer this time.

“I don’t deserve you,”

There was no time for you to protest, to correct his words before his lips were pressed against yours and his fingers were spread, wrapping around the dip of your waist—pulling until you were flush against him. The once slow, languid pecks bloomed into unrestrained, craven touches. He moved his lips against yours—yearning, the burning in the pit of his stomach suddenly too much to bare, indulging himself with rough kisses. He couldn’t help it; it was impulse—his heart swelled—overflowed with adoration.

You loved him like it was second-nature, easy—an instinct, and Remus didn’t know what to do with himself.

He’d become feverish, gripping onto you with vigor despite the mild ache of his joints, overwhelmed with affection for you, an airy “thank you,” passing his lips into the small space between you. Your fingers tangling the tufts at the base of his neck, detatching your lips, taking the opportunity to plant kisses all over his face, muttering against his jaw; “Don’t thank me, Rem,”

A low hum rumbled in his chest as you worked your way down his neck, littering kisses and nibbles along the way. His palms are hot against you, sliding under the fabric of your top, curling around the curve of your breast in a mean grasp, earning him a light gasp. In an endless pursuit for your lips, he took his oppportunity, the second your lips disconnected from his neck.

Bringing your lips together with a quiet groan, Remus was getting more handsy by the second, hands drifting and taking a bruising hold on your hips, driving your hips forward to rock roughly against his. Words muffled by your lips, hoarse and honeyed—

“So pretty,”

Your breath hitched as he guided your hips over his, the friction sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers dug into your waist, desperate, as if trying to pull you deeper into him, to feel you more completely. Your name tumbled from his lips between kisses, each syllable a whispered prayer against your mouth.

A soft moan slipping from your lips "Mmf—Rem," threading your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to draw out a groan from deep within his chest. He shuddered beneath you, the tension in his body unraveling with each slow roll of your hips against his.

Holding your firmly before letting his back fall against the bed with a light thud, hand trailing down—slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. Squirming against him when the rough pads of his fingers made contact with your clit, making small teasing circles over the bundle of nerves, drinking in each sound that fell from your lips—rocking feverishly into his touch.

Detaching with a sharp gasp, head falling into the junction of his neck when he slipped in a finger, pushing, and curling upwards—whining into his ear, breathy pants of—”f-fuck, hah—Rem,”

Gods did he love the way you sounded, the sweet, almost melodic pitches your voice would make—how you try to focus on your breathing patterns, gripping hard onto his hair when he pushed a second finger past the ring of muscles, tightening the coil that blossomed in the pits of your stomach.

Breathing completely erratic, trembling against him, more heat radiating off you with each stretch and scissor of his fingers, curling and curling, making your head spin. Peeling away his harsh grip on your hips, to take your jaw in his hand—compelling your gaze onto him. Cheeks and lips flushed red—brows knit high on your forehead in pleasure.

Remus pushed your lips together, greedy, indulgent—wanting.

And as his fingers slowed, slowly pulling them away from your core with a shudder, you wasted no time wiggling out of your shorts, tearing his off of him with an urgency that forced an incredulous laugh out of him. Though, it was cut off in an instant—a rough groan forcing its way out of his throat when you straddled him.

The friction without clothes made him dizzy, twitching against your clit, jaw tightening when the rich, candied tone of your voice reached his ears—ringing in his head over and over—

“Wanna make you feel good, Rem,”

He couldn’t even appreciate the sight of you sinking onto him, eyes screwing shut, brow curling into an arch on his forehead, jaw slacking at the feeling of you—sucking him in further—inch after inch.

Fingers splayed over the pretty little happy trail to steady yourself, the air punching its way out of your lungs when you finally reached the base, a choked out, gasping moan sounded beneath you,“f-fuckkk,” reverbrating around the room.

And you gave him no time to recover, compose himself, push away the desperate clench that made him want to spill inside you immediately, no, your hips moved against him in harsh mean rocks.

His eyes rolling into the depths of his skull, hands gripping—clawing at the flesh of your waist, seeking a slither of mercy from your sinful bucks. It was hypnotising, just the feeling alone, the way you swallowed all of him, the dragging of your walls with each grind. And the angle—he was so impossibly deep, you couldn’t think straight if you tried, stretching you out, making your legs trembled by his side.

“h-haah, shit—dove, wait,”

He couldn’t contain himself, sweat beading by his temples, biting hard into his lip—his hips already stuttered a rough thrust up into you—forcing you to jolt forward, hands pressing firmly against his chest for stability.

Back arching, walls fluttering—clenching around him, mouth agape, the mantra of his name flowing from your lips in urgent gasping, cries “o-oh! rem, fuck—ngh,”

Forcing his eyes open, chest heaving as he drank in greedy gulps of air, trying to focus on anything but the delicious squeeze of your core around him—his breath hitched the sight of you. Utterly divine, kiss-flushed lips, wet and parted, brows pushed together, pretty lashes fluttering and flittering, pupils blown.

The soft smell of jasmine, vanilla and sex filling the room.

A breathless whimper leaving your lips when you rocked against him once more, feeling him prod that spot that made the heat in your stomach coil impossibly tighter. Your rhythm—it made his throat so painfully dry, the way you grinded against him, adding just a bit of pressure. It had his brain so cloudy, drunk on you, on the way you looked at him with the bleary half-lidded eyes.

He never wants to let you go—not now, not ever.

His palms kneaded the flesh of your hips unforgivingly, coaxing you to rock against him harder, raising his hips to meet each trembling buck of your hips. He was already so close, huffed groans endlessly spillling from his lips, curses littered with your name, voice shaking with each rock—

”f-fuck, so perfect, a-ah—angel,”

Remus’ pace was getting more frenzied and off beat with each lewd squelch that sounded from where you were joined, jaw clenched in efforts to keep him from teetering over the edge, completely at your mercy.

Your hands trailed up from where they were planted on his chest, in exchange pressing into the pillows beside his head, leaning into him—lips brushing against the shell of his ears, voice airy, candied and oh so sweet.

“does it—mmfp, feel good, rem?”

God, he was going to lose it, rutting up, frantically, into each rotation of your hips, each roll of your waist—stuttering as your teeth grazed against the thin sensitive skin behind his ear. Eyes rolling back in his head slightly before squeezing them shut for a moment. Swallowing thickly, words punctuating with low gasps, “o- oh god, s’good, s’good—need you to cum, dove—f-fuck,”

Taking one bruising grip away from you hips, and forcing it between you—rough pad of his thumb finding the swollen bundle of nerves that rubbed against him, your breathing became more unsteady and irregular, incoherent babbles tumbling out of you. Walls clinging to him desperatly as you hips twitched and spasmed against him, arms almost giving out beneath you.

The harsh thrusts of his hips, had him buried deep deep deep, thighs squeezing at his sides as your high washed over you, cries of, “nnfgh, rem, rem, rem—” filling the room, mixing with the strained gravelly moans that tore through him, stuttering wildly before stilling beneath you. Your body shuddering against his, hands still stuck to each side of your hips, shocks running through him as his filled you up—hoarse groans echoing in the room.

Jolts of pleasure still wracked over you, laying boneless against his chest as the aftershocks pulsed through your limbs, your breaths mingling in the quiet, sweat-slick warmth of the room.

Remus hadn’t let go—not even for a second. His arms secure against your waist, holding you close. His lips found your temple, pressing a lingering kiss there before murmuring, “You alright, dove?” His voice was hushed, still laced with the remnants of desire, but softer—gentler now.

You nodded against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “Mmhm perfect,” you sighed, lifting your head slightly, “Didn’t hurt you, did I?” You only felt the shake of his head, carding your fingers through his hair.

His hands traced slow, absentminded patterns along your back, fingertips ghosting over your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine—not from want, but from the sheer tenderness of it. You could feel the way his touch had changed, shifting from need to something even deeper, softer.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, already moving to press another kiss to your forehead before slipping away, shifting beneath you, reluctant but determined, carefully easing himself away despite how much he clearly didn’t want to let you go just yet. He pressed one last kiss to your shoulder before slipping out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The absence of his warmth made you shiver slightly, but he was back in seconds, a warm cloth in one hand, a glass of water in the other.

"Here, drink." He handed you the glass first, watching as you took small sips, his knuckles brushing against your cheek in quiet affection. Then, with gentle precision, he cleaned you up, his touch careful, attentive.

"Thank you, Rem," you murmured, voice drowsy—full of warmth.

He only smiled, shaking his head as he discarded the cloth and slipped back into bed beside you, immediately pulling you against his chest. "Don’t thank me, love,"

You curled into him, sighing as his hands resumed their slow, absentminded caresses—fingers gliding over your back, up your arm, through your hair. His lips pressed soft, fleeting kisses wherever they could reach—your forehead, your temple, the tip of your nose.

"There," he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion and warmth. "Better?"

You hummed in response, tucking yourself even closer. His scent surrounded you, comforting and familiar, and you could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and strong.

"Much," you whispered, lips curling into a small content smile, Remus’ arms curled more securely around you, his breath evening out, and with the soft rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, you let yourself drift off.

[dreamy-moon-cat]

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— 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒.

— 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑢, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝

◤✎...◢ ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪ��, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ,ɴᴊᴏʏ!~

·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

『✦』𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞/𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

- 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 7:55 𝑝.𝑚.

Usually you write to him first, but sometimes he can take the initiative and share something himself by writing or recording a voice message. But usually these are small messages about how he is, where and what he is doing. He also asks you the same thing during the day. It often reminds you to do something, eat or relax, adding at the end what an dummy you are to forget about such basic things. At the end of the day, he always writes that he has already finished and warns if something goes wrong and/or he'll be late.

Like this time, the dance practice dragged on until late in the evening, so Scaramouch would definitely write down to you that he would be late and he will record a voice message mentioning how tired he is and how his whole body aches. And he will complain that when he became an idol, he was not ready for the fact that he would have to suffer with learning choreography more than with recording songs. In the background, at the end of the message, Heizou's voice could be heard calling Scaramouch by some stupid nickname he had recently invented, teasing that if he did not hurry up, they would stay even longer.

"- How you all fucked me up. If you call me that again, I'll personally lock you in the back room with inventory for all exits! That's it, fuck off. I'm going home,you loser's. " It seems that it was the last straw for Scaramouch and he left slamming the door after throwing something at Heizou. Sometimes, because of his character, he and the team have some disagreements and disputes, but after a while, when he cools down, everything comes back to normal.

" - I'll be home in half an hour. Today we were with the team at the mall, I bought you your chocolate that you wanted to try and talked about the other day. I don't understand how you can eat this sugar crap. In general, I will try to return as soon as possible. I ... love you, I'll be home soon"

It seems he stayed alone and softened recording a second voice message for you, saying, albeit still confused and somehow uncertain, but so tenderly and tremulously his words about love for you.

『✦』𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

- 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒/𝑆𝑀𝑆. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 6:00 𝑝.𝑚

He usually writes a small message, briefly but to the point.

This time he would warn you that he will be a little late, because they are recording a song in the studio today, but that he will be returning home in an hour. He will ask how you are doing and, of course, in the end he will add that he missed you and loves you.

Recently, he began to add a smiley face to the words about love, because Venty once made a remark to him that not only does he write only on business, but that text also looks terribly dry. Xiao may have been annoyed at him for sticking his nose where he wasn't asked, but he took note worrying that you were thinking the same way. You thought it was very sweet.

"...I know we had plans to watch this movie together tonight, but it seems I'm going to be late. Sorry. I'll try to come back as soon as possible, I love you, light of my life♥️ "

『✦』𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

- 𝐿𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 6:00 𝑡𝑜 8:50 𝑝𝑚.

Venty always takes everything off. Whether they are recording a song, shooting a music video or during a break - he always sends you either voice or video messages in his free (or not at all) time. There can be 20 or more of them per day. He likes to share with you everything that is happening around him, because he believes that he is getting closer to you during.

And this time was no exception. Venty recorded several video messages with how they were doing choreography, how Scaramouche again got into a fight with Heizou because of his unsuccessful jokes about the blue-haired man, and in the last seconds of the message it was seen how Skara threw something at Heizou. The video ends here. The last one was a voice message that he was already on his way home and he had a gift for you.

" - I've already called a taxi and I'll be home soon, Windbloom. I missed you so much! By the way, I bought something for you today when I went to the mall with the guys during the break. I've missed you so much and I'm already flying to you on the wings of the wind! ~ See you soon, I love you~"

『✦』𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

- 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 6:40 𝑝.𝑚.

Kazuha is still a romantic, so he often writes to you during the day if something impressed him and reminded him of you, or if he and the guys went somewhere, he wants to take you to a place that he liked. His messages are full of feelings and very gentle and sweet, it seems like that you are reading some kind of quote or excerpt from a book. In voice messages, even small ones, he also often talks about you. There was not a single message where he did not at least once say that he loves you and that he thinks of you, that you are his muse and inspire him.

You were planning to spend the evening together today, but unfortunately he was delayed at the recording studio of the song. That's why he warned you that he would be late and apologized for having to cancel plans for the evening.

"...I'm sorry about what happened, my love, please don't be bored. I will try to finish all the business as soon as possible. I will definitely compensate you for tonight ,on the next weekend, which we will spend just the two of us."

A minute later, he sent a voice message: "- And I love you~" He added that. You heard by his voice that Kazuha was tired, but he noticed that he had not written a word about love, so he hurried to record a voice message.

『✦』𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐿𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑..𝐴 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙? 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 7:00 𝑝.𝑚

Oh, he's a tricky one, especially when it comes to you. Yes, he gives his best at work, during concerts, and in principle, he really treats his work with soul and zeal, sometimes even overdo it more than others. But still, he has his own "brakes" which are you. If Iter said that he would be at home specifically at such a time, he would be at home at that time. There was not a single case that he was late. Sometimes it's even embarrassing in front of the manager and the rest of the guys that your boyfriend treats time like that and often puts them in an awkward position if he need to stay somewhere and finish it, and he doesn't care and he goes home where you are waiting for him.

During the day, he can throw off cute stickers if he can't write to you at all, he also records a voice message telling you something and asking how you're doing, and that he misses you terribly and, as agreed, he will be home on time.

This time, during the shooting of the video, he and the team had to stay for a couple of hours and finish shooting, but, Aether it Aether. He had already gone home as soon as the hands on the clock reached 7:00 p.m. The manager just had to be indignant and think about how to get out of the situation while the idol was walking to the taxi talking to you on the phone. You asked several times if everything was okay, but he assured you that everything was fine and there would be no problems, and that it was time for you to get ready, as soon as he arrived you two would go on a date.

"Don't worry dear, everything is really fine. I'm already walking up to the car and I'll be home in 20 minutes. You should have packed up by now. I love you, I'll be there soon."

There were beeps, you just sighed, hoping that everything was really okay. As a result, the release of the video was delayed, but it didn't bother Aether at all, because it was important for him that he was able to spend the evening with his beloved.

But for the sake of decency, Aether really tries and gives his best during work, he comes to the studio before everyone else, so he leaves the same way earlier. He often additionally studies vocals or learns choreography and his parts, bringing everything to perfection, so that such antics are forgiven by virtue of his efforts.

『✦』𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

- 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠/𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 10:00 𝑝.𝑚.

Heizou often records something funny, flirts with you, and records funny voice messages with typical tackles. It used to embarrassing you a lot, but now you just laugh and think it's funny. He also often throws you photos or videos from tiktok with seals with the words "this is us" or "me and you". Also, Heizo writes every time you get bored or think about writing him yourself. It seems as if he reads your thoughts even without being around and easily anticipates your actions.

You knew that today they and the team were shooting a video for a new song, so you tried not to bother him, even though you were bored and sad alone. Usually you can keep yourself busy, but this evening the longing did not let you go for a very long time. You've been looking at the phone lying next to you for several minutes, and as soon as you picked it up, a notification came. You looked around, suspecting that cameras were installed at home because, well, how could he pick the moment so clearly again? Heizou recorded a voice message saying that he being a little late, but not much for a long time because there was one final scene left to finish. After sending a video message from the set, he himself stands in front of the mirror and winks and shows a smiling heart. You involuntarily blushed while smiling. How handsome he is in the chosen image for the clip.

" - I'll be a little late, but don't miss me too much there. I will be going home soon, it remains to finish the last scene. So, as soon as I get home, get ready, tomorrow is the day off, so tonight I won't let you fall asleep, I have big plans to show how much I love you and I'm going to pamper you so that you forget even your name~".

You were sitting all red, thinking what a sly fox and impudent he is. But you was looking forward to his return home, knowing that Heizou would definitely fulfill his promise.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

@ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ-ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴄᴀᴛ • ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪꜱᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ~ ♡

[fictoculus]

☆ pining drabble.

THINKING ABOUT... your secret admirer and his hopeless pining. yes, he is notoriously fearless, but for some, peculiar reason, the sound of your voice alone causes his heart to pound in his chest like an animal at the bars of it's cage.

at first, he thought he was suffering some sort of vision-related illness, but after paying a visit to the region's most knowledgeable medic, he realised things weren't quite how he'd assumed...

"here is you diagnosis, sir"

"ah, thank you very much"

with a curt nod, the medic shifts their attention away from him as he reads through the medical report.

"e-excuse me if i'm wrong, but it says here that my diagnosis is..."

he inhales deeply, his head cocking to the left slightly.

"..."love", is this some sort of mistake?"

"no, not at all, it was completely intentional"

"well... w-what does this mean?"

"you're in love, sir"

it takes him some time to come to terms with it; he's in love. with you. the [name].

will he ever act on it? he's unsure. there are, of course, times where he's desperate to tell you how he really feels, to let the contents of his heart spill out like a waterfall as he confesses the secret he's hidden from everyone; not out of shame, but out of fear. he was scared you wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he felt so strongly, or even cut off any and all contact with him. he couldn't fathom the thought of a life without you; to him, a life without you is incomplete.

he wants nothing more than to love you, he can only hope you feel the same...

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[delusionalandferal]

i had a little too much fun with the silly little idea of phantom being dewther's kit soo....this is what came of it??

--

"Okay, look at him and tell me he doesn't look like the cutest little bat."

"Aeth, he looks more like a bug in that thing, it's way too big on him!"

Aether huffed and held the little kit, dressed in a bat onesie, close to him, bouncing him. "Don't listen to your daddy, Phantom, you're not a little bug." He cooed, kissing between Phantom's little horns that were just starting to grow, earning a noise from the kit. Roughly the age of a toddler, Phantom was still quite small and only knew how to shriek and make noises. The closest he got to speaking was when he screeched, "Da" when reached for either Dew or Aether.

It'd been an effort, Dewdrop and Aether raising a kit topside, but oh, they wouldn't trade Phantom for the world. Aether had done the hardwork of carrying their kit and bringing him to term, and after hours of labor, Phantom entered the world, all tiny and very loud as he wailed. Dew's runt genes had carried over, but he had Quintessence energy. He really was a combination of both his parents.

Balancing tour life and a kit was tricky as well, although Papa had been more than generous in letting little Phantom tag along with them. Ifrit was already deemed a "bad" influence by Dewdrop ever since he was found trying to get Phantom's first word to be "Fritter" but Zephyr and Mountain were more than respectable and it balanced out. Aether was simply happy that his small pack were so fond of his and his mate's kit.

"Here, we should put him in this." Dew grinned as he held up a toddler sized Black Sabbath shirt. Most of the clothes they had for Phantom were a little too big, in the hopes he'd grow into it. "Gotta start them young, you know."

Aether rolled his eyes. "Yes because we should totally be introducing our kit to rock and metal bands." He teased. He and Dew had been sorting through new and old things belonging to Phantom. It didn't help having an entire pack and Papa that spoiled their little one. Kits were a rarity topside afterall.

"Actually music is proven to be scientifically good for babies." Dewdrop spoke up as Phantom cooed and wiggled in Aether's lap.

"On human babies, droplet. That study is on human babies, it hasn't been proven for kits." Aether replied, but Dew wasn't listening and he was already picking up a pair of soft black pants from the pile of Phantom's old clothes.

"Okay but how cute would he look? All he needs is one of those small leather jackets." The Water Ghoul hummed.

The Quint smiled. "He's gonna be a guitarist just like this dad, huh?" He looked down at Phantom, who was now chewing on his all too big onesie sleeve. He chuckled and lifted the kit into the air. "Gonna take over my position, yeah? When you're all grown up and big." His smile grew and Phantom giggled and waved his arms in the air, shrieking and cooing at the attention.

Dewdrop crawled over to sit next to Aether, his clothing choiced abandoned as he smiled at the sight. "He might be better than you one day." He added as Aether slowly handed Phantom over to him.

"Of course, he will. I'll teach him everything he has to know and he'll have you to support him."

Dew held the little one close in his arms and smiled all wide, letting Phantom reach up and place his little hands on his gills. "Our little Phantom." He held him a bit closer, nuzzling the kit's hair and closing his eyes as he started to purr. His tail intertwined with Aether's and he felt the Quint pull him closer. He wouldn't trade any of this for the world

--

The blaring of Dewdrop's alarm went off and he groaned, peeling himself from the bed and rolled onto his side to turn the alarm off. He flopped back onto the bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment. He looked to the other side of his bed. Empty. Aether was likely called for an early morning shift in the infirmary, leaving Dew alone in their bed.

His hands went to his neck, feeling the scarring where his gills had once been. It had been so real. Phantom, in his arms. Here with them. But that era came and went. Ifrit and Zephyr were no longer here. Terzo was disposed. And now a new Papa, a former Cardinal, was in his place. He wasn't even a Water Ghoul anymore.

A pit formed in his stomach. He tried to recall that dream, wanting to cling to it a bit longer but it disappated.

Phantom was nothing more than a dream. He wanted to believe he was still alive but he had been so young when he and Aether were summoned. A kit, a runt kit nonetheless didn't stand a chance on his own. He had to be dead and that's why he haunted Dewdrop's dreams.

With a shaky breath, the Fire Ghoul climbed out of bed and started to get ready for the day. One day he and Aether would forget him, he knew that. He knew that one day they'd never even remember what he looked like. Dew could only pray that day never came. He looked himself over in the mirror before leaving the room. Phantom wouldn't even recognize him.

Selfishly and silently, he prayed that Phantom would remember him and Aether if he was alive. Even if it was only ever a foolish dream.

[ynnie631]

You lay on your bed, sweat clinging on our thighs, arms, and sheets.

The heat was a test to your temper, one that made your blood boil and mood worsen by each passing minute. You calm the raging pest deep inside your gut, thrashing and writhing just to turn on the AC and lay where its cool air exudes a more tolerating climate than your damp ass. 

Consequently, having a damp ass meant damp shorts. 

Which forced you to strip bare of your final garments and plop yourself in your sweaty and definitely damp sheets. Despite the fan working its ass off to cool you down, its maximum power served nothing to the heat of 38° celsius. 

You wish hell to those corporate scum who aided more pollution than the necessary help in saving your only habitable planet.

You grumble curses as you toss in bed, phone in hand as you scroll endlessly on Tumble. Easing your temperament just a little at liking various artworks and x readers with Sylus and Caleb. You giggle nonsensically as you swing your feet idly behind you, the repeated  squish!  of sweat meeting skin irks you further than you’d like to admit. 

At some point, you’ve tossed your bra somewhere in your room. 

You stand near the drawers, patting the droplets of sweat accumulating beneath your breasts with a towel— eugh. You swear you’ll lose your mind once you start smelling like musk just laying here in bed. Damp. Sweaty. And most of all irritated. 

You fail to notice the footsteps right outside your door nor do you notice the soft  click!  of it opening right behind your mostly bare and stripped figure. 

A string of curses befall you, eye twitching as you internally monologue about this never–ending heat. 

“Patience, [name]. You’ll have to pay more for the bills if you open the AC now.”  you mumble faintly, bending over to grasp your phone’s charger on the floor—  SLAP! 

You jolt with a loud squeal, quickly whirling to your assailant of harassment. 

Caelus whistles, as you give him an irritated glare.

“Didn’t think you were this freaky without me, mamacita.” he winks, giving you finger guns as he eyes you up and down. Well, mostly eyeing your exposed tits with a knowing grin.

“Can you not?” you roll your eyes, shoving him aside— gently, but enough to send a message that you weren’t in the best of moods— plopping face-flat on the mattress with a loud groan. 

Thankfully, he understood your demand without any offense. Unfortunately for you, with a man like Caelus he can’t seem to shake his annoying antics. 

He’s lucky you love him. 

“What seems to be the matter, mamacita?” you cringe at the newly acquired nickname, scrunching your face with a disgusting snarl, “Your husband-to-be can help with any request mamacita needs to attend to~” he sings with dramatic flair, sitting down and leaning his head on your ass.

You breathed deeply. Eyes twitching as he dares toy with the band of your hello kitty panties. 

“Caelus.” you warn. He hums innocently, acting like he wasn’t just adding more ire to your temperament. “I’m sweaty and smell like shit. Get your head outta there before I kick you in the groin.” 

“Smell?” he inquires incredulously. You yelp as he grabs both of your fucking cheeks, “as if I could ever get enough of this musk.” he makes a show of sniffing loudly, much to your horror and chagrin.

“EUGH—”  you exclaim in mild disgust, flailing your feet as you try to hit him. But to no avail, he quite literally sat on your thighs to stop your floundering. 

And as if that cheeky bastard did enough, he gathered enough audacity to bite at your ass. 

Yes, he bit your fucking ass. 

Your ass that’s stained from sweat and whatever germs that possibly festered from having a damp panty. 

“That’s disgusting— eughh!” 

He giggles, that man fucking giggles, “I’d lick and drink your sweat, if it's for my beloved mamaci—” 

He couldn’t finish his sentence as a pillow aimed straight at his face. 

⌗ 🧷... Divider — @hyuneskkami

💌┆inspired by this fucking heat. I'm sweaty, damp, and most of all I'm irritated and thinking of illegal atrocities. I genuinely love summer for swimming, but omfg I cannot take the 30°+ temperature out here.

So maybe this drabble is more of an self-insert-my-experience and insert this utter fool who I know I'd fall in love with but would beat (lovingly) everyday.

You know what, for whatever reason, my hands did all writing while my mind went blank. Caelus definitely possessed me and wrote his own dialogues...

[masterlist]

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #19 - "don’t leave me.”

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character: malleus draconia, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, willing reader, the babygirlification of malleus, fluff

Contrary to what the majority of the population believes, Malleus is fucking pathetic. You knew this for a fact, and you loved him for it.

The poor thing hardly knew how normal relationships worked, as you soon discovered after meeting him. He seemed to fall in love instantly - entranced after a simple meeting where you two chatted about gargoyles for a short while. You couldn’t say exactly why he found such an interest in you, but you were far from complaining.

Perhaps your dynamic wasn’t quite normal, with his near obsession over you, but you found yourself charmed by it.

Even when you found him hanging around outside your house like an absolute weirdo, you couldn’t help but view him as a pathetic thing. More so, even, when he had admitted that he wanted to visit you but didn’t know how to ask.

You gave him a spare set of keys two days later, and now it wasn’t uncommon for you to come home to see him, great big bad Malleus, waiting on your couch watching the door like a dog waiting for it’s master. Like you found him now.

God, he was a little freak. You loved him.

“Dearest, don’t leave me. Ever, okay? Just be mine forever.” He sighs from his position - his arms wrapping around you as you settled in next to him. You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, virtually the same thing he said every day. “Just mine.”

“I’ve already told you I wouldn’t, love. How many more times do you need to hear it?”

“Always. Every day. Forever.”

[auroratumbles]

if only that was me.

the beautiful sound of your laugh seems to echo in their ears. it’s almost taunting. taunting in the way that you’re always close to them but not in the way they hope. you’re with someone else - someone who makes you far happier and the one that you love so dearly. they would never amount to that.

so they attempt to banish these unwelcome feelings, but they just return even stronger. when you ask them why they look so lugubrious around you, they dismiss it as just being a little bit of fatigue. you - skeptically - leave the matter alone, respecting their wishes to not talk about it. if only you knew.

lingering glances, fleeting touches. those are the only things that happen. and they should be satisfied, no? selfish envy remains in their mind (much to their dismay) and they can’t help but glare at the one who has unwittingly taken their chance.

if only that had been them.

abyss!lumine, abyss!aether, kaeya alberich, diluc raginvindr, kujou sara, kamisato ayaka, thoma, kaveh, xiao

[soleillunne]

aly!! if u still want prompts to write: how about stargazing with aether? if you don’t feel comfy writing for him, then kazu would be lovely too :] <33

HIHI ofc i'll write for aether omg i love him but since youre the only one to indulge me you get a treat hehe

aether.

The stars were especially bright tonight—no clouds, no moon, just a velvet sky stretched wide above, freckled with ancient light. You stood near the edge of a quiet cliff in Windrise, arms folded loosely as the breeze ruffled your clothes. Below, the trees swayed in rhythm with the wind. Above, the constellations watched silently. It was the kind of night that made the world feel too big and too still all at once.

You turned your head slightly.

Aether stood just behind you, eyes lifted to the sky.

He didn’t speak, of course. You hadn’t expected him to. He was still, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his expression unreadable in the soft dark—but you knew that look. He was somewhere far away, in thoughts you couldn’t quite reach, somewhere between memories of stars and the weight of everything he’d left behind.

“Come sit with me,” you said gently, your voice barely louder than the wind.

He blinked once, as if pulled from a dream, and followed as you walked a few steps back from the cliff’s edge. You spread out the blanket you’d brought, dropped down onto it, and leaned back on your elbows with a content sigh. The grass underneath was soft, cool from the night air.

Aether hesitated for just a moment, then sat beside you.

Close—closer than usual. His knee brushed yours, and when you tilted your head to look at him, you found him already glancing your way. His gaze didn’t linger, though. It drifted back to the sky.

“Paimon’s going to sulk when she finds out we left her behind for stargazing,” you mused, trying to keep your tone light.

That earned you the softest sound—a small huff, the closest thing to a laugh Aether ever made when he wasn’t talking. He shook his head slowly, golden hair swaying with the motion.

“She’ll forgive us,” you added, glancing up again. “Eventually.”

A long stretch of quiet followed. You didn’t mind. Being with Aether always felt like this���comfortable, slow, like a river with a gentle current. He never rushed you, and you never needed to fill the silence with empty words.

You shifted to lie down fully, arms crossed behind your head. “You used to travel through the stars,” you murmured, eyes tracing the shimmering line of the Milky Way. “Did they always look like this from up there?”

Aether didn’t answer right away. His hand moved, slowly, sliding across the blanket until his fingers brushed against yours. He didn’t speak. Just curled his hand into yours, warm and steady, like it was the only answer that mattered.

You tilted your head toward him again. “Do you miss it?”

This time, he looked at you. Really looked—eyes gleaming faintly in the dark, golden and ancient and so heartbreakingly quiet. He held your gaze for a long while, and then, in the softest voice—barely audible—he whispered:

“No.”

Just that. One word. But in Aether’s world, one word could hold galaxies.

Your throat tightened. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, grounding him back to the moment, back to you. He squeezed back, almost absentmindedly, like the motion had become instinct.

You shifted again, rolling onto your side and tugging him gently toward you. He followed without protest, resting his head against your shoulder, his hand still tangled with yours. The weight of him was warm and real. It reminded you that despite everything—despite all he’d lost, all he still searched for—he was here. Choosing to stay. Choosing to rest.

You kissed his forehead, the gesture slow and careful. “Then I won’t ask again,” you whispered.

Aether didn’t respond in words. He never needed to. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, the rise and fall of his chest steady against yours. His thumb moved along the back of your hand in quiet patterns, like a rhythm he didn’t realize he was keeping.

Above, the stars spun slowly in the sky, but down here, time didn’t seem to move at all.

And for once, Aether let himself be still—no quests, no maps, no roles to play. Just a boy who’d seen too much, resting beneath the stars with someone who loved him in silence.

And you held him like he was the only light you needed in the vastness of the night.

kazuha.

The breeze carries the scent of salt and summer grass as you lie beside Kazuha on the soft hillside. It’s late—far past when most of the world begins to sleep—but the two of you remain here, stretched out beneath the vast sprawl of the sky. A blanket is tucked beneath you, and another is draped over both your shoulders, his arm lazily looped around you beneath its warmth. Every now and then, you feel his thumb brushing slow circles against your arm, soft as the wind.

The stars are scattered like wildflowers across the night. Some are brighter than others, pulsing in silence, while others blur into soft clusters too distant to name. You don’t know the constellations well. But Kazuha—he knows many of them by heart.

He hums lowly beside you, chin tilted up, lips parted slightly as though to whisper a poem into the dark. He does that sometimes—when words fill him to the brim and the world feels too still to contain them. But tonight, he’s quieter than usual. Contemplative. Peaceful.

Your gaze shifts from the sky to him. His white hair glows faintly under starlight, and there’s a serene contentment in his expression that makes your chest ache. He’s beautiful like this. Not just because of how he looks—but because of how he feels. Because every time you look at him, you feel steady. Anchored. Safe.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, without looking your way.

You blink, lips curling into a smile. “So are you.”

“Not at you, though,” he replies softly, the smallest tease in his voice.

You raise an eyebrow. “Mm. Should I be offended?”

He turns his head toward you, and there’s that look—half amusement, half adoration, all Kazuha. “Never,” he breathes, leaning in until his forehead brushes gently against yours. “But if I’m to be honest… the stars pale a little when you’re beside me.”

You laugh, because of course he’d say something poetic, even now. “You always say things like that.”

“Do I?” he asks, closing his eyes for a moment like he’s absorbing the rhythm of your voice. “Then it must be because they’re always true.”

You roll your eyes fondly and settle back against him, tucking your head against his shoulder. His warmth is familiar, grounding, and when he sighs, you feel it in your bones.

The night stretches on quietly. You talk about everything and nothing—old travels, the sound of cicadas in Inazuma summers, favorite songs, favorite dreams. At one point, he reaches up and points to a cluster of stars near the horizon.

“There,” he says softly. “Do you see those two? That’s Vega and Altair. In Liyue, they say they’re two lovers—Vega, the goddess of the sky, and Altair, a mortal—separated by the heavens. The Sky keeps them apart, but once a year, a bridge of magpies forms to let them meet again.”

You follow the line of his finger, watching the stars glitter like tiny lanterns across the dark. You’ve heard pieces of the story before—how the girl fell in love with the boy, how the gods tore them apart. But somehow, hearing it in Kazuha’s voice makes it feel different. Closer. Like it belongs to the two of you.

“They’re allowed to see each other just once?” you ask, quiet.

He nods. “On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. Only then.”

You swallow. “That sounds… achingly unfair.”

“It is,” he agrees, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. “But also beautiful. That no matter the distance, no matter the years—they always wait. Always believe. Just to have one night together.”

Your chest tightens, breath caught somewhere between sorrow and awe. He isn’t just talking about stars. You feel it in the gentle way his voice folds around the words. In how his thumb brushes over your hand, like a promise.

You turn slightly, brushing your lips against his shoulder. “Even if I lost you, I’d find my way back.”

His breath catches. “And I’d wait for you, even if it meant a thousand years.”

The silence that follows is full—not empty. It's heavy with unspoken truths and a shared heartbeat. The kind of silence that only lives between people who have bled through storms and still reached for each other in the dark. Who would cross skies. Who already have.

Eventually, you lie back again, staring up at the sky. Kazuha rests beside you, his fingers laced with yours, his voice barely a whisper when he speaks again.

“I used to chase the wind like it was the only thing that mattered,” he says. “But now… now, I think I’ve found something even more infinite.”

You smile into the dark. “The stars?”

“No,” he murmurs, kissing your knuckles. “You.”

And under the quiet, endless sky, with his hand in yours and the wind singing through the leaves, you believe him. With all your heart.

--

the story i used for kazuha's part is found here, i thought it was really fitting. i also found another one similar to this one, which is here, but i think this second story doesn't have a connection to the stars so i ended up not using that

[cinnamon303444]

Kissing Headcanons For

Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, and the Travelers

Kaeya would kiss you like it was the first and last time he ever would. He'd start slow at first so as not to scare you away no matter how long you've been together. He's supposed to be a gentleman, after all, but he can't help himself. you're sitting on his lap panting because he's actively stealing your breath away. He loves you, and no matter where you two are, he will always share the most romantic kiss with you and feel no shame.

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Diluc shares soft, gentle kisses with you, he's worried that you'll leave him like everyone else but he begs to keep you close, you two share kisses in private, kisses where your pressed so close together you were sure he wanted to fuse you too together so their is no chance of you leaving. But despite the secretive kissing, there will still be soft touches, on your lower back, your shoulder, and when he's partially sappy, he'll caress those pretty lips of yours

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Itto likes to be romantic, slow sensual kisses is what he always has in mind when he kisses you, he wants you to feel special and loved but he can't help how rough he's being, your lips are sure to be black and blue by the time your finished and their already swollen, he'll nip at your bottom and top lip with his fangs and apologize profusely once you draw blood, he's sloppy and unorganized but he means well, better to go for quick pecks now and again instead.

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Aether is nervous. He hasn't ever kissed before and acts like he hasn't even if he has, but he's trying, sweetly kissing you softly at first. You'll both be panting after fighting with some hilichurls, and he'll just grab your face and kiss you, he didn't mean to make it so rough but he just loves you so much he can't stand the idea of losing you.

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Lumine, unlike her brother, is a little rougher. She knows what she wants, and she will get it, she kisses you like it will be the last time she will ever be able to, after losing her brother she was unsure if she would ever be able to care for someone like that again, then you came along and she wasn't about to let you go, you'll be in her lap or vice virsa and she'll barely let you get the air you desire.

[awriternamedart]

"Are- Are you not afraid?! You are challenged by a god, afterall!!"

The Traveler did not lower their sword, refusing to break their stance and eye contact with the God of Hydro. A beat of silence passed.

"Dvalin, Dragon of the West."

"What..?" Furina dropped the hands on her hips, confusion prominant. Whispers began to circulate again, this time louder. Even Lyney and Lynette looked over at the Traveler again, curious.

"Borieus, Wolf of the North." They took a step. "Tartaglia, 11th Harbinger."

"Wait, these are-" Paimon's eyes widened as they realized what was going on, tugging on the Travelers shoulder. "Traveler?!"

"Osial, Sea God, his wife. Azdaha, Dragon of Earth. Signora, 8th Harbinger. The Raiden Shogun, Almighty Narukami, thrice." Their stance shifted, taking another step towards the god who stood above them. "The God of Arcane Wisdom. Apep, Dragon of Dendro. Countless beings across the lands, Oceanids, Hypostasi, Abyssal creatures, more."

"Cease your name-calling, what is the meaning of this?!" Furina stamped one of her feet against the box she stood upon, the hollow sound echoing. "Tell me, at once!"

"The names of those who have challenged me, and yet here I stand."

The water in the docks surged up, golden spikes eminating of Geo kicking up dust with the rise of the wind. Electricity crackled in the air, vines and grass nearby sprouting up to its masters call as the Traveler cocked their sword once again, a small smirk on their face as the blade caught the light.

"Are you next, Focalors?"

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To Obtain Gods' Blood - awriternamedart

i think we underestimate just how much kf a badass rhe traveler could have been to the initial scene where we met furina

just sayin

[dreamy-moon-cat]

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— 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑢, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 

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ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵒˢᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃʳᶜᵃˢᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ. ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘⁿʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ᵉⁿᵗᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵉˣᶜˡᵘˢⁱᵛᵉˡʸ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉˡˡ⁻ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒʳ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ, ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ʰᵒˡᵈ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ. ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ ᵒʳ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ, ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʰʸ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ, ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᵐᵖᵗᵉᵉⁿᵗʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵘʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵃˡˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵃᵍᵉⁿᶜⁱᵉˢ, ᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴴᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ʳᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵃˡᵐ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ, ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸ.

ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ⁻ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ˡᵒᵘᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵘᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉˢ. ᵂʰᵉⁿ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ᵖᵘˡˡˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵘⁿᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿᵗʸ, ˢᵗᵘᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵈᵉᵍʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢˢᵉˢˢ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ. ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃˢ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃᵇⁱᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱᵐ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇˡᵘˢʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠʳᵒʷⁿ, ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵒʳ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵃˣⁱᵐᵘᵐ ⁱˢ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵒʳ ʰᵘᵍᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵒʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ⁻ˡᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ʰᵉ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ. ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁽ᵒʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ⁾, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳ ᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ᵖᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵐᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜʳᵘˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢʷᵉˡˡ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ʳᵘᵈᵉ, ˢᵒ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ, ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ, ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵖʰʳᵃˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˡʸ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵐᵘᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ. ᴵⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᵖⁱⁿⁱᵒⁿ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ˢʷᵒˡˡᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ.

ᴾ.ˢ ⁻ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵘʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃˡ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ, ʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃⁿˢ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ. ᴼᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

『✦』𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

ᴴᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ˣⁱᵃᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵇˡʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ, ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ, ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵏⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ˡᵘˡˡᵃᵇʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ, ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ, ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ, ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᵇⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᶠᵃⁿˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃʳᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵉʳ. ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ, ʰᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵍⁱʳˡ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵉᶜⁱˢᵉˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ, ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʷᵒ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗʳʸ. ᴬˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱᵈᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ.

ᴬᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ, ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˣⁱᵃᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵒ ˢᶜᵃʳʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ. ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ.

ᴬᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ˣⁱᵃᵒ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵃˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵛᵉʳᵇᵃˡˡʸ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒⁿ⁻ᵛᵉʳᵇᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ. ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵖˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ, ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱⁿᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⁻ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷʳⁱˢᵗˢ. ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴬᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ, ˣⁱᵃᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃʸ, ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʳʸˢᵗᵃˡ. ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒʳ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ, ˣⁱᵃᵒ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ. ᴮᵘᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ, ʰᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛᵉˢ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ, ʰⁱˢ ʳᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ.

『✦』𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

ᵂⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ — ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴴᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵒʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱˡᵐⁱⁿᵍ. ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳˡᵃᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃˢᵗᵉ "ᴱˢᵏⁱᵐᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ". ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʳᵘᵇˢ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃʳᵐ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ, ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵈⁱˢᵍᵘⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ, ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ.

ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈⁱᵒ ᵒʳ ᵃᵗ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵘᵐˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵘⁱᵗᵃʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ʰᵘᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒˡᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ' ˢᵃᵏᵉ. ᴮᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵘⁱᵗᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ. ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿ��ᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵉʳ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗˢ ʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ⁿᵒʷ, ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃˣⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶻᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘⁱᵗᵃʳ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉˡᵒᵈʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸˡⁱˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶠᵃⁿˢ. ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ.

ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ʰᵉ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵐᵇˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘʳᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ. ᴴⁱˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵗᵃⁿᵉᵒᵘˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃʳʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉˢ, ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵖʳⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᶜᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ.

ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵘᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ,, ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ, ᵛⁱᵈᵉᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ. ᴵᶠ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ, ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉʳˢ ᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃʳᵉ ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ'ˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉⁿˢᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿ��ᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵗᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ᵍⁱʳˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜⁱᵖʳᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗⁱᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ.

『✦』𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᴴᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ, ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ, ˢᵖᵒⁿᵗᵃⁿᵉᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵖᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ. ᴴᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵒˡᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵠᵘⁱᵉᵗ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠˡⁱʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᶠⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ.

ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ. ᴴᵉ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵃⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ. ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉˢⁱʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉˡʸ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ, ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ. ᴴᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᶜʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ. ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʰᵘᵍᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵖʳᵒˣⁱᵐⁱᵗʸ, ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵏⁱˢˢ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡᵉⁿⁱˢʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᶠⁱˡᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ.

ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵃˡᵐ ᵈᵉᵐᵉᵃⁿᵒʳ, ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ. ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ʰᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒʷᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ, ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ ᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᵘᵗʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ. ᴵⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ, ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵒᶠᵗ, ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ⁽ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡʸʳⁱᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒʳ ᵇʸ ᵂᵉⁿᵗⁱ⁾ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʰʸˢⁱᶜᵃˡ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱˢ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ. ᴴᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵒʷⁿˢ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖⁱᵉˢᵗ.

『✦』𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

ᴴᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ, ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ, ᴸᵘᵐⁱⁿ, ʰᵃˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ. ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵇʸ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ, ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ, ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ.

ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ᴵᵗᵉʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᵃᵖ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗⁱˡᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵖᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃˢᵗᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶠⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵘᶜʰ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳˡʸ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵐᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ — ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ "ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ", ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᶠᵃⁿˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ. ᴵᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵘⁿᶠᵃⁱʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁿˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵉʳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᴵˢᵗʳⁱᵃ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵒᵘˢ, ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢʰʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵃʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗⁱᶠʸ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉˢ ᵐᵉˡᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᴵᵗᵉʳ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉᶜᵘʳⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ⁱˢ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵏᵃʸ.

ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ, ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵗʳⁱᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁽ʷᵉˡˡ, ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃʳⁱˢᵒⁿ, ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ?⁾, ᴵᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿˡʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ʰᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ. ᴬᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ. ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈˡʸ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵗʷⁱⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸ, ᵖᵘˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵗʳⁱᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵃˡⁱᵛᵃ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰˢ. ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᴵᵗᵉʳ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ᴴᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗʷᵒ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃ ᵈᵃʸ — ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵇᵘˢʸ ˢᶜʰᵉᵈᵘˡᵉ. ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵗᵉᵃᵐ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵈᵘᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ⁻ʰᵃⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒᶠᶠ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵒʳᵏ ⁽ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ⁾ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵉˣᶜʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡⁱᶠᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱˡˡˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵗᵉʳᵐⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵘᵗⁱᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

『✦』𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖˡᵃʸᶠᵘˡ. ᴴᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ, ᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ˢˡⁱᵖ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇˡᵘˢʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ᴺᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ˢᵘᶜʰ ʲᵒʸ ᵃˢ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ.

ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵐⁱˢˢ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ.ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇʸ ˢʰᵒʷᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᴴᵉⁱᶻᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ "ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ?" ᴴᵉ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘᵗˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒʳ ᶠˡⁱʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ���ʰᵃᵗ ᴴᵉⁱᶻᵒᵘ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵉˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ. ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ʰᵒᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉˢ, ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵒʳ ᵛᵘˡᵍᵃʳ ᵖʰʳᵃˢᵉˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉᵃʳ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵃᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ, ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ ᵒᶠᶠ, ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵗʳᵃᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ʳᵉᵈᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ, ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ.

ᴴᵉⁱᶻᵒᵘ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᶠˡᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿᵉˢ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ, ᵃˢ ⁱˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ. ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ, ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ, ⁿᵉᶜᵏ, ᵃʳᵐˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ⁻ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ᴴᵉ'ˡˡ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃʳᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ⁱᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵍ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠʳᵉᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ. ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡᵇᵒʸ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ. ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗⁱᶜᵏˡⁱˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗᵉⁿˢ ᵘᵖ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵃʸ. ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱˣᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵘᵖᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵈᵉˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵛᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʲᵒʸ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃⁿˢ.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

@ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ-ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴄᴀᴛ • ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪꜱᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ~ ♡

[rainynightmoonlight]

This is a random thought going through my head and a very late drabble I may add to my large genshin fic with a god reader but here we go!

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As Marcel ran up to the Traveler, Paimon and Y/n he begged them to take him to the fountain that held his lover. The officer was dumbfounded at the insane man's request. Neuvillette stoically walked up, witnessing this request.

It left him confused, why would a man give up everything, even his own life, just to see one person again? Out of his own curiosity Neuvillette allowed it offering to accompany them, but before the group could go to the fountain Y/n had spoke up. His tone was of a rare seriousness.

"Before you go to the fountain that holds your lover within its waters, I must warn you I can not protect you from the bitter waters that flow. The poison it holds is not something to be trifled with. Head this warning, and if you chose to ignore it, it will only deepen the pain in your heart and the madness you have sewed for yourself. Now I ask if you still wish to go to that fountain, with the waters that you have poisoned."

Neuvillette looked at Y/n with fascinated eyes. This was not the man he once new from long ago, the oblivious immortal being that only ever wished for peace and goodness. Marcel begged Y/n to take him, ignoring the warning. Neuvillette walked by Y/n, as Aether, Paimon, and Marcel walked ahead of them.

"What did your warning mean, Y/n."

Y/n looked into Neuvillettes eyes, he saw the pain in those e/c eyes, not knowing how to respond. It shook Neuvillette's core to see such a sweet boy have such sorrow in his eyes. Y/n looked forward, staring at Marcel, as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"The voices we heard were not of Marcel's lover, but the rage of the women that he's hurt. They didn't deserve that pain, the fate they were given. My warning was of the rage filled spirits that flow in the fountain. I could feel the pain that drips, causing the water to hold poison."

Neuvillette only nodded in response, silence no gracing the two as they walked in tandem. It surprised Neuvillette how much Y/n grew from long ago, feeling proud of how he's matured. Once the group had reached the fountain, Y/n's warning had became truth.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 19. sexting

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “miss me on holiday season”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

pairing: aether ghoul x gn!ghoul!reader

a/n: aether supremacy 🙏🙏

cw: nsfw content. sexting. stripping. masturbation (video sent). kinda friends with benefits thing (?).

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“i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.” —❤︎

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the ministry felt a lot more stale today.

one of your fellow ghouls, aether, was gone for the month of december. why? he had some important business going on with another band, and so he went off with them to celebrate. of course, the papa and ghouls were supportive of this decision, including you.

but things felt a lot more boring without the spunky quintessence ghoul. he was your right hand man, partner in crime even. it was a little weird not being in the same room as him.

sighing heavily to yourself, you wallowed in your own boredom while staring up at your bedroom ceiling. nothing to do today, how fun. normally, this would’ve been one of those moments where you and aether had messed around with your usual ghoulish shenanigans, pulling pranks on your pack mates or even the siblings of sin.

“satanas above, i can’t stand this.” you whined, turning to your side, you went to grab your phone off the nightstand, and began texting your best friend, tail swishing with anticipation.

y/n: heyyyyy i’m bored !!! pick up the phone !!

not even less than a minute later, your phone buzzed with a notification, and you flashed a toothy grin, knowing exactly who had texted you.

aether: awww, missed me that much?? :)))

y/n: maaaayyybeee

aether: good. i missed you too, cutie

you could practically hear aether’s laugh from the other side of your phone, and the very thought made you giggle. it was nice to know that aether really valued your guy’s relationship as friends.

the two of you continued to chat about nothing specific in particular, mostly about what you planned on doing over the winter season, and plans with potential friends and family. aether seemed to be having a lot of fun with his other band, and you were happy for him. hearing him talk so passionately about music made your ghoulish heart swell from sweetness.

it was nice. really nice.

though, it was still rather stale without your friend around. you really wanted to show aether how much you missed him.

and what better way to do that than to… mess with him a bit.

smirking as you typed a response to one of aether’s texts, you used this time to take a picture of yourself. there was a twist however, you took the picture without your shirt on. the position you were in looked comfy, and your expression was relaxed, but there was that infamous glint in your eyes that showed you knew what you were doing. this would surely screw with aether’s head, and you couldn’t wait to see the reaction.

sending the picture, your claws clacked against your screen as you laid on your stomach comfortably, grinning evilly while your tail wagged. oh aether was gonna like that picture alright.

not long later, a ring on your phone, and you opened the message.

aether: are you trying to fuck with me?

you smirked.

y/n: now what are you talking about?

aether rolled his eyes as he looked at your message. you were such a minx, just messing with his mind like that, and you knew full well that he couldn’t get to you at the very moment.

he had to make you pay for that.

aether: oh you’re so paying for that.

soon after, aether sent an image of him without his shirt on. this time, his expression was more flirty than yours, and his pose was more suggestive too. you almost did a spit take, chuckling at aether’s counter to your image.

y/n: oh so we’re really doing this now?

aether: you bet your ass we are.

aether: you started it after all, cutie ;))

you smirked again, your grin showcasing a more naughty side to you.

y/n: game on then.

the back and forth continued between you and your friend for a while, with the picture being sent getting more and more provocative as you continued on. one by one, articles of clothing came off. you guys started with discarding shirts, but then it went to removing jackets, then pants, and soon it would be underwear.

aether was not only good at sending sexy pictures of himself, oh no, he was an artist with his words too. that’s why he was such a good musician too, he just knew what to tell you. he was talking about all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you, attaching equally suggestive pictures to each caption.

aether: oh you look so damn good like that, makes me wanna fuck you up

aether: you mind spreading your legs a bit more in that one? i wanna see the full view ;)

aether: fuck. do that again for me, sweet thing.

aether: i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.

what a dreamboat he was. it was rather fun and exciting to be able to do this kind of stuff with your best friend, even if the activities weren’t very best friend-y.

you smirked and responded to another one of aether’s suggestive little quips.

y/n: if you want me so bad then come over here alreadyyy

aether: hmm… you’re gonna have to convince me, cutie.

oh you were going to convince him alright.

you were already stripped bare of all of your clothes, but you haven’t sent a picture of you completely nude. no, you were going to do something even better. using a few pillows to create a makeshift camera stand, you propped your phone up on top of it and gently laid yourself in front of the camera.

damn, you looked hella good.

grinning to yourself, you used your tail to press the record button on your camera. smirking, and laying yourself against the sheets while spreading your legs, your fingers gently stroked over your aching sex, and in the most desperate, dramatic voice possible, you begged.

“oh aether.. aether baby.. please come back. i’ve been so lonely this christmas without you. please.. please i need you… i need you and your cock inside of me already… please.”

you made sure to sound as needy and whiny as possible while you played with yourself. that would have certainly gotten his rocks off on the spot, you just knew how to push aether’s buttons.

sending the video without second thought, it took aether a while to respond. he must’ve taken forever to process what he just saw.

but the response was worth it.

aether: fuck you, you tease.

aether: i’m coming over right now. you’ve created a massive problem in my pants that you need to fix.

you smiled to yourself, knowing damn well you’ve already won this game.

y/n: i’ll be waiting~

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[totorama]

mermaid!reader living in the seas of fontaine - drabbles ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Obviously you are going to play and make friends with the Fontaine animals 🙄

They’re just too cute to ignore!

You would constantly collect seashells and other gadgets near the shore and show it off to the sea otters

Sunbathing with the Blubberbeasts are a MUST

Most of the seahorses follow you around to play bubbles with you

Playing hide and seek with the crabs

Since you are a curious fellow, you would always wondered what it be like to live on land

You almost got caught when fishermen decided to throw nets in the water

Luckily you escaped! :D

On occasions, you would sometimes either sleep on the warm, soft sand or the gigantic leaves

Cuddling with the otters when you nap

You almost freaked out when a diver had suddenly approached you when you were gathering seashells (it was Freminet)

Bro was shocked

Eventually, you two became besties, showing each other you favorite collections when you guys scavenge

There are many legends from Fontaine that there existed a lonely mermaid in the seas

Of course, only children believed that and not adults

When Aether and Paimon had first arrived to Fontaine, they saw a head poking out of the water before popping back

Aether was VERY confused

“Aether? Are you okay?” Paimon was little worried when she saw the Traveler looking out into the distance.

“I thought I saw…” Aether muttered before he soon noticed a woman adorned with cat ears looking out into the ocean.

Shortly after, Aether soon gained Hydro powers and decided to investigate the strange occurrence as soon as possible

You didn’t expect a human with no diving suit deciding to jump into the water (you almost screamed)

Aether was taken aghast when he saw a FREAKING MERMAID

You cautiously swam around him, your eyes scanning his body and the outworldly clothes he wore

Aether thought you were really pretty, especially your tail

Sensing he was no threat, you decided to give him a tour of the seas!

Aether had to keep up because you were swimming too fast (curse his human legs…)

Part 2? When you meet other characters? :)