#and a loyal FRIEND and encouraging COMPANION......

[moe-broey]

Kill la Kill is a really good anime to watch in highschool during your formative years when you're growing into your own and coming to terms with yourself and. That's about it. And then there's Mako (CUTEST relationship w Ryuko FOR REAL 😭😭😭)

[hwnglx]

pick a pile - your ideal type vs. your future spouse

hi dear reader! i thought of an idea where i could look into how you guys' ideal types compare to your future lovers. note that this is a general reading, so not everything will resonate with everyone! breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. remember to take what resonates, and let the rest flow. 𓆩♡𓆪

⋆˚࿔ pile 1 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

your ideal type

in your romantic partners, you're looking for a best friend.

someone you can cheerfully celebrate the highs in your life with. a person who will be able to bring you a sense of joy and happiness in life.

it's likely you want someone who's like your good luck charm. they brighten up your life in the most pleasant ways, and are able to provide you with the feeling of positivity and bliss.

you know when these special people enter your life, and all of a sudden everything becomes more enjoyable. because of their presence in your life, things are fun again.

you want someone who will be a source of inspiration, and support for you. a person who can uplift and motivate you in the most rewarding manner.

i keep getting this feeling, you'd want your person to be someone who has this profound impact, where just talking to them can ease your mind and light up your day.

you'd want to have a lover whose voice brings you comfort, whose encouraging words become your source of confidence, whose presence gives you the feeling of enjoying to be alive.

i can sense you seeking to find this comfortable feeling of home in your lovers. someone whose warmth can make you feel safe, and secure.

i believe you're a person who's very introspective, someone who's constantly on this journey of self-discovery.

therefore you'd like a partner who will be supportive, and accompany you on that journey; someone who will be your companion in life, and help you understand yourself better.

you'd like an individual who will help you heal, grow, discover and proudly embrace your best, most confident self. someone whose positive energy is contagious and helps you thrive.

you want your lover to be reliable and resilient. someone you can lean on with no second thoughts. who will be there for you no matter what. a person who will take you with everything that you come with, and still remain loyal and devoted to you.

a person who, although they're passionate, knows how to control their temper, won't be discouraged by tough times, and remain committed and persevering, regardless of struggles you might go through together. you want your lover to be a like a rock in your life.

you do want someone who is fiery, powerful, charismatic, self-assured, knows what they want. you're likely to be drawn to people who have fire energy; a strong presence. people who are aware of their worth, and whose attendance can't be missed once they step into a room. but you don't want your partner to be too full of themselves, overbearing, or too intense.

you want them to be mature, trustworthy and responsible. a person you can build a stable, comfortable and secure, but also playful and joyous relationship with.

your future spouse

so, one aspect which you'll probably like to hear; your fs is likely to be quite mature, possibly older than you in age.

they're pretty powerful, disciplined and steady. the first impression they have on people, is likely to be quite strong.

they aren't a person who's overly emotional at first glance, and moreso carry themselves in an emotionally reserved and controlled manner.

your fs for sure has strong leadership qualities to them. they're good at commanding attention and demanding respect from the people around them. it's the type of energy that makes everyone in the room shut up, once they speak up. to note, they could also be quite stubborn, and opinionated at times.

another significant aspect though, is that they're immensely supportive and generous towards their loved ones.

this is a person who's likely to have a heart that is much more compassionate than what meets the eye. someone who, although they aren't always immensely expressive when it comes to their feelings, has a true heart for people in need.

your future lover is someone who's giving and generous. i can see their love languages leaning towards the acts of service and giving gifts side.

this person has a strong sense of justice, they're likely to be very fairminded. they don't like disharmony, and will be there to help out the underdog if they feel like they're being treated in an unjust manner.

i can see this person surprising people with how nice they can actually be, because they usually seem so serious, more stern and intimidating on the outside.

this is also a person, who values harmony and stability in their relationships, especially in their family-life. a person who fosters an atmosphere, that's secure and comfortable. i can sense them possibly being closely tied to their families.

if you get to know this person in a deeper manner, you'll take note of how they exude warmth, and a vibe that's very inviting and comforting, when they're around the people they love. someone vibrant who can easily be the center of attention.

it's kinda giving the family's favorite son (note; their energy is quite masculine) who everyone runs to greet, once they enter the room. a popular, charming and well-liked person whose energy can light the atmosphere up in a lively manner.

what's interesting, is that i did get the four of wands for both your ideal type, and your future spouse.

so, it's highly likely for them to be able to fulfill this wish you have, of finding a person who not only makes you feel comfortable and at ease, but also genuinely happy. like you've finally arrived at home once you're in their arms.

⋆˚࿔ pile 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

your ideal type

you're giving me wise, mindful and cautious energy. it does seem like you are someone who prefers testing the waters before jumping into relationships.

you're likely to collect information on people first, before fully giving in.. as in getting to know them thoroughly. by doing that, you're trying to get a good understanding of their character, and whether you can see them being a valuable addition to your life.

there's this observant energy to you, where you can take note of the smallest details in people. you probably like it when others are also able to compliment you on the small things not everyone would notice, like e.g. the perfume you're wearing that day.

you value mental compatibility. you want a person who's smart, fun, quick-witted, clever. someone you can have interesting, thought-provoking and intriguing conversations with. discussions that range from complex and profound ones that make you reflect, to playful ones that make you laugh.

you like honesty, and transparency. you don't want someone who will beat around the bush, walk on eggshells, or give you any mixed and confusing signals. you desire a trustworthy person who can be straightforward, and open with you.

a big focus here, is on expansion and transformation.

you'd like a person who will help you explore, as well as expand. especially mind-wise, by talking about subjects that make you introspect.

i don't think you mind your lover being very different to you, whether that's culturally, ethnically, language-wise or opinion-wise. on the contrary, you seem to believe that views, beliefs or mindsets that are different to yours to a degree, can have significant impact on your life, and help you evolve, which is why you're likely to welcome it.

there just needs to be compatibility when it comes to the path you're aiming to go down in the future. in your eyes, there does need to be a certain alignment in values, objectives and intentions, in order for the connection to work out.

you want a partner whose existence, rather than becoming a presence that distracts you from the important things in life, will help you be more self-aware.

you want someone who can help you transform and thrive into your best self. a presence that finally makes things seem clearer, and helps you feel whole, happy, warm and complete.

it's this feeling of “being with this person feels right. this is who i'm supposed to be with. their presence is healthy for me and my journey. instead of sidetracking me from my life-path, this is a person who will be supportive of me, and willingly hold my hand while i'm trying to heal from the past and understand what's right for my own life.”

again, i don't see you rushing into your relationships.

you're someone who looks at healthy connections developing in a slow pace, but steadily.

you want a person who will be patient, conscious and consistent in the effort they invest into the maintaining the security of the relationship, and taking things step by step.

some of you might've gone through some negative experiences in regards to relationships; not just romantic ones, but human connections in general. this might've caused you to become more wary and careful about how to proceed.

at this point, you've become adamant on making sure you don't let anyone into your life, who will bring any unwanted and unwelcomed negativity, that only drags you down.

a lot of focus on true happiness and fulfillment here too. you desire a person who can enrich and brighten your life, and keep your spirits high. someone who brings you a sense of joy.

you want to make sure you're with someone mature, righteous and self-aware, who makes healthy choices in life, is sure of what they want, and doesn't play games.

what it boils down to, is you liking someone who takes the relationship as seriously as you do.

this pile is giving scorpio/virgo/gemini/mercury energy

your future spouse

so first of all, i can see your future spouse being air-dominant. they're definitely big thinkers; someone who mostly functions with their mind, and bases a lot of their decisions on logic and rationality, instead of their emotions.

this is a person who's likely to match your desire for intellectual stimulation. they're funny and clever, very witty. likely to usually be quite blunt, and at times a little playfully snarky in the way they express themselves.

this pile definitely gave me the biggest “bickering” vibes. i feel like both you and your fs, are people who showcase their affection by teasing and provoking. it's giving this couple who bickers over trivial and little things. to others it might look like you're arguing all the time, but for you, it's the way you express fondness towards each other.

this person has such a continuously running and active mind, that they can be prone to overthinking and at times, diving into some problems way too deeply.

this is someone who's quite charismatic and attractive, i feel like they're physically good-looking. luscious hair, nice skin. perhaps more tan. great and blinding smile. good figure as well, they might be athletic, or at least look that way.

this person seems to have been through some impactful break-ups or separations before, which have messed their confidence up to a degree and transformed them. there were certain things they needed to let go of, and move on from.

one insight i keep getting, is your fs being someone who's much more dedicated, devoted and loyal to their romantic partners, than one would think at first impression.

i kept getting so many swords, but i couldn't shake this feeling there's a different side to them deep down. it just moreso seems buried down right now; i don't see it having many opportunities to come out, since i believe they're on more of an independent streak right now. and focused on healing before getting into another commitment.

so when i asked if they're out for longterm and committed relationships, i got the king of pentacles. this card represents a masculine and solid person who's stable, reliable, patient, faithful. they might not be the most extravagant and lovey dovey affectionate partner out there, but their devotion lies deep.

it's quite likely for their venus to be in an earth sign, perhaps taurus, or fall into the seventh house.

they do have a strong sense of responsibility, and are more self-aware than one would imagine. this person might come off differently, than they actually are deep inside. many people might misjudge or misunderstand them.

the type of person who everyone would look at as a player, when they're not. they might have a fire rising, actually. their energy kinda reminds me of jimin from bts, who's a libra sun and mercury, gemini moon, and sagittarius rising.

your fs isn't someone who just recklessly acts on a whim with no consideration for others and blindly lives according to their selfish instincts; but a person who does reflect about the impact their actions have on people, and can easily feel guilty for saying or doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.

again, there is something which gives them this harsh honesty in their communication. it's likely they aren't good at sugarcoating or attuning their words to anyone's emotions, so they might unintentionally rub some people wrong at times.

they're probably not very emotional themselves, so they could have trouble empathising with overly emotional individuals.

they mostly try to rationalize their feelings, because it can just.. get too overwhelming. your fs can have issues truly understanding what's going on inside of them.

they also give me the vibe of someone who might have the tendency to care a little too much about what people think, and get overly attached to people's opinions of them, though they probably wouldn't really like admitting this.

because of this, they're likely to moreso deal with their inner insecurities on their own, and putting on a “happier” facade than what actually goes on inside.

your future lover definitely seems like a person who's out for marriage. it's likely that it's one of their main objectives when it comes to their love life. finally finding a person they can make that everlasting promise to, and swear their eternal love to.

both, your fs and you, seem to be on journeys of healing past wounds right now. you have the potential to offer each other a lot of understanding and acceptance, since you do seem to share certain similarities, which can make for a deep bond.

just a gentle encouragement for you to not lose sight of your track and keep standing strong and tall, on your own two feet.

i feel that the universe is lying out the path for you two to meet, when divine timing deems you as ready.

note for this pile: i literally had a dream the night after reading about a guy who matches the energy i got here so so well, they were very charming and craaazy handsome.. they were speaking on the phone about something while laughing and sitting on a couch lol this is for sure someone talkative

⋆˚࿔ pile 3 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

your ideal type

worthy to note that this pile immediately, even before reading, gave me water energy.

i also kept feeling like i have my head in the clouds and am in a daze, i couldn't concentrate and focus as well while reading. a lot of you might have strong water placements, or significant neptune aspects. perhaps neptune in the first house?

i also got a lot of pentacles here, so you might feel yourself being drawn to earth placements. (thought of jay from enhypen who's a taurus stellium with a taurus venus and cancer moon, could see his energy matching you guys well)

anyhow, what you're looking for, is a partner who's fully focused on only you. someone who's gonna make you their world.. spoil you with thoughtful gifts, shower you with attention, turn you into the center of their universe.

you might even enjoy some possessiveness, and like the thought of your lover becoming jealous and territorial of you. you like the type of person who protectively keeps you at their side at all times, e.g. doesn't let go of your hand in public. you desire this feeling of security; like you're in the safest hands.

you want someone who will help you realize your true worth. a person who will strengthen your self-esteem.

you know this thing when you're dating someone, and there's this feeling of.. “wow, how does this person love me so much? guess i really must be something special”

you want someone to love you in such wonderful and profound ways, that it makes you become more aware of your value. someone whose perspective on you, makes you adjust yours as well. someone who looks at you as beautiful, which makes you feel beautiful.

you like people who are willing to fight for you. someone who's courageous, and not afraid of arguing or getting their hands dirty for you. you desire a lover who will place themselves in front of you in order to protect you fiercely. it is kinda giving this k-drama boyfriend who beats up other men once someone looks into the direction of their girl, lmao.

you're likely to enjoy the thought of having an older and more mature partner. perhaps someone taller than you in height, and broader than you in their build as well.

you want someone emotionally intelligent, who's empathetic. a person who's a calming and gentle listener. a lover who's more in control of their emotions and can therefore be a reliable figure in your life, that you can comfortably lean on.

you're a person who enjoys daydreaming, idealizing, fantasizing. it's likely you've already pictured and imagined what you'd want your perfect partner to be like several times and enjoy dreaming of your romantic 🥰✨ love story.

another insight i got, is that you're probably someone who enjoys the idea of taking pictures of your lovers, or getting your picture taken. making precious memories, taking these cute “pov” boyfriend/girlfriend material photos of each other, and both of you making it your lockscreen. sweet little signs of affection like that are likely to melt your heart.

you probably enjoy the thought of walking through the streets of beautiful and idyllic places together, maybe paris or tokyo with all the cherry blossoms, and feeling like you're on cloud nine together with your lover. i got reminded of how hyunjin and felix from skz used to walk around paris together with their cameras in their hands, and take pretty pictures of each other, like this.

you likely just love gently descending into this dream, of how lovely it could be if only you could spend enjoyable days like this together with your prince or princess charming.

the current transit of venus in pisces is definitely heightening this pile's energy

one thing i will say though, is that i do believe you wouldn't want your partner to completely sacrifice and drop everything for you. you'd like to have a lover who's good at juggling multiple priorities. someone who has good time management skills, and knows how to take care of several different areas of their lives. though of course, you'd like to be a big priority, and have them all to yourself once you're able to with them. you desire an endlessly devoted person, who will absolutely reserve a special time of the day for you two only.

i can see you liking your lover's love language to be physical touch, giving gifts and quality time. you probably love the idea of getting these dazzling and fancy gifts, like couple rings.

your future spouse

this person is very well put-together. they definitely carry themselves in quite a self-satisfied manner. likely to even give off a slightly arrogant vibe to people. a little bit like a person who sees themselves as very important and special.

your future lover is likely to be someone who's pretty good at handling heartbreaks. they have a lot of inner strength and resilience. contrary to what it might seem like, i don't think this person has always had the perfect and flawless life full of sunshine and rainbows; they've just developed thick skin over time. they're quite immune to pain now, because they've been able to grow and transform from their heartache.

people on the outside are likely to see them as someone who always has their shit together, and is very blessed. but again, that's just because your fs is good at dealing with their problems in a graceful manner. they aren't the type to make their inner struggles very obvious.

they also seem like a person who's pretty perfectionistic, which is a quiet but heavy burden they might carry on their back a lot.

feeling this constant need to display themselves in the best light only, not being sure if they can ever live up to anyone's expectations. they're likely to be quite hard on themselves.

the type of person to obsessively check every picture that was taken of them, out of worry they came out looking bad.

they are giving me “golden child” energy. i keep thinking of family somehow. they might feel a lot of pressure from their families, or their closer environment, to be perfect.

however, they also do give me slightly spoiled energy here. they might've grown up in a very protected environment, and have therefore been more shielded from certain “real world” problems the “normal” person has to deal with.

they could either come from a privileged family, be in a privileged position, perhaps through fame or wealth, or have grown up with overly protective and smothering parents. some of them could also just be spoiled only children.

this is likely to have led to them being rather inexperienced in some areas in life. i don't seem them as very narrow-minded though, on the contrary; they do seem curious and interested, as well as open and eager to exploring new things.

this is likely to be a person who isn't from your typical circle. there's a high likelihood for them to be a foreigner. you could either meet them online, like a dating app or social media, or while you're on a trip overseas of some sort.

very central theme for you two; being immensely interested in getting to know each other, considering you're so different.

it's this thing when you meet someone from a completely different background or with a very different lifestyle to yours, and naturally get curious about a variety of different things.

it can get quite fascinating, i can especially see your fs getting excited to hear about your everyday-stories. there is a childlike innocence to them. like this cute and youthful glow in their eyes when they're listening to something that intrigues them.

they're someone who's quite excitable and energetic, especially when they get to do fun and adventurous activities.

very likely for this person to have strong fire placements. i'm getting a sagittarius or aries moon or mars, perhaps.

the two of you are likely to hit it off quite fast, the chemistry is amazing. though i don't see the energy being romantic right away, there's this vibe of you two just clicking very well. beautiful harmony between you and your fs.

you could text a lot, or regularly meet up at café's together.

i also get this snowy and cozy fall and winter atmosphere with warm coffee vibes for some reason. this could be a significant factor for some of you. you're welcome to take whatever resonates with you personally, and leave the rest.

meeting up with this person is likely to uplift you in a beautiful way. this warm, cozy and fuzzy feeling i'm getting, is likely to relate to how you guys will feel when around your fs as well. it will be so comfortable, the conversation will flow naturally.

the existence of this person is likely to make you feel renewed. life will just seem brighter, more beautiful and pleasant.

you could feel this inner contentment, that makes many of your problems seem less dramatic, now that you have this special source of light by your side.

your fs is likely to find the same warmth in you guys as well.

the sun in the end is such a beautiful way to end the spread; think of how the sun makes you feel. warm, comfortable. it's also very vital in energy and healthy for you. that's how the dynamic between you and your fs is likely to play out.

thank you for reading ᰔᩚ i'd love to hear you guys' feedback on what resonated for you

[screechingdefendorpuppy-blog]

My Dearest Sevika..

You feel like you’re floating, going through the motions while you’re mind is on one thing one person really Sevika.. your Sevika.. alive.

It had taken mere minutes for Ran to show up. She guided you and buck into her car and took off to Zaun General. From there you found yourself in the parking lot of the hospital.

You vaguely remember asking about buck as you hear his barks from behind you as you walk to the entrance. Ran reassures you that she will come back to check him once she gets you to your wife.

Guilt fills you to leave him behind. Your most loyal friend and companion for these past years. With one last glance in his direction and a whispered apology you follow Ran in to the hospital.

She looks smaller, physically weak but you know that is far from the truth. Her being there in the bed proves it. She came back to you, and by the looks of it fought tooth and nail to do so.

The Doctor gave a brief rundown, malnourished, dehydration and an infection that could only be treated by the removal of her left arm. There’s hope tho for full recovery after some time and care.

Care that you are ready to give her the moment the doctor gives you the go ahead. That he does.

“You may see her now. She is heavily sedated to help with the pain from the amputation but she will be able to hear you.” He says. He nods at Ran and turns to go and check on his other patients.

You hesitate at the door, hand hovering over the doorknob. You close your eyes as you feel rans hand on your shoulder.

“You know she’ll kill me if i don’t get you through this door.” She says with an attempt at humor. A small chuckle leaves your lips that turn to a hitch in your voice.

“I cant believe this is real.” You whisper. She squeezes your shoulder.

“It is real, and I have a pissed off pup in my car to prove it.” she chuckles.

Taking a deep breath you steel yourself and turn the knob.

Author’s note: I am very humbled and encouraged by the reactions I have gotten towards this lil story. Idk where this story will go to be honest. Right now the plans are to take my time and make small installments. I will do my best to keep y’all posted. Again thank you so much for the love.

[sctigthesecond]

The Randomized Critters

The Smiling Critters but their roles and color schemes are swapped around which is chosen by a wheel.

Bossy Bunnyhare

(Hoppy Hopscotch swapped with Dogday)

Boss is the leader of the critters. Full of energy and very hardworking, she's willing to do anything for her friends and family. Brighten up everyone's day with her presence, she keeps the group active and close by setting a weekly activity for all of them.

Her scent is Pine

Tusker Tiredon

(Bubba Bubbaphant swapped with Catnap)

Tusker's a sleepy guy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. He's loyal to his friends and family, often coming to the weekly activities despite sleeping through most of it. A very calming aura and a very huggable elephant, if you're having difficulty sleeping, he'd be happy to help you out.

His scent is Sage

SavvySpaniel

(Dogday swapped with Bubba Bubbaphant)

Smart and cheery, Savvy's a dog who always has your back. He knows a lot of languages and he's happy to teach you! He makes sure his friends walk the right path and encourages them to reach their dreams. A fun teacher, his classes are never boring with his bright personality.

His scent is Rosemary

Kitchew

(Catnap swapped with Picky Piggy)

Say hello to Kitchew, the cowboy in town. He's a good listener, always willing to lend a shoulder to anyone who needs it. He can lift your spirits, figuratively and literally. Despite his calm demeanor, he's easy to anger if you try anything to his friends.

His scent is Coconut

Flashy Banty

(Kickin Chicken swapped with Hoppy Hopscotch)

Quick to run into danger, Flashy's as brave as he can be! He's ready to do anything, dangerous or not. But he plays it safe when his friends are included. It's important to be safe when playing and he's there to tell you all about it. Though don't try challenging him to a race, he'll always win.

His scent is Thyme

Souffle Sow

(Picky Piggy swapped with Craftycorn)

Souffle's a hospitable gal. Whatever she bakes always turn out a delicious masterpiece. Not only that but she knows what you need when you're down in the dumps. She's a pleasure to be around with. She owns a bakery, with Kitchew being her business partner.

Her scent is Lemon

Gabby Gnarlybear

(Bobby Bearhug swapped with Kickin Chicken)

Fashionable and beautiful, Gabby likes making herself and other people look good. She works at a salon. She's confident in herself, and she often helps boost her friends self-esteem. She secretly admires Boss's capabilities.

Her scent is Wild orange

Passionpony

(Craftycorn swapped with Bobby Bearhug)

Passion is a friendly companion. A comfortable presence and a pleasure to converse with, when she's not nervous and anxious that is. Gift giving is her love language and likes to give big hugs, only around friends who're comfortable with that of course!

Her scent is Wisteria

[corollaservant]

Retail Therapy // Dabi x f!reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Synopsis: Working as a sales assistant in a high end sneaker shop is boring. But you're about to be taught otherwise.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (idk about this one), degradation, humiliation, illegal recording, mentions of crimes, ableist remarks (not from reader), harassment, dumbification

A/N: kinda thought of the LoV as streamers (but not like gamers). thx anon in spam blog for encouraging this dumb idea, idk what this says about us:)

Another boring day at work. But honestly, what were you expecting? 

You didn’t know anyone who had fun working in retail. Not that this would be your job forever, as you planned on quitting and you know... try something else. Dropping out of college may have not been a smart move but you were confident that you’d find your path, somewhere, sometime. The store was never busy, the pricing and interior design repelling most passers-by and only attracting a couple influencer kids (you often laughed at the term) and their rich parents or a few unknown athletes in an effort to buy designer and make a better name for themselves. High end clients never showed up in person, they had no reason to, no one shopped at boutiques anymore—all the more sneaker ones. 

You would often kill time by watching stuff online (who didn’t), looking at the latest socialite news in various media outlets, the world was going downhill, you thought, as you absentmindedly sipped from your water bottle. Articles wrote about villains, social pariahs, as they’d branded them, parading power by killing innocent civilians ‘for the fun of it’. 

Two shadows at the door caused you to look up. Customers? No way. Your heart stopped for a second as both walked through the door. Was this some kind of a twisted game of fate? Who didn’t fucking know them, Dabi and his subordinate, the man he had on a leash, even though he was the supposed boss, Shigaraki Tomura. What the fuck where they doing here? 

The taller man, which you knew as Dabi, wore a dark blue jacket with the collars ripped while his patched purple skin stood out. Surgically attached staples (or where these piercings?) moved when he smiled. Despite the menacing appearance, you had to admit he looked quite... elegant? His shorter companion didn't fail to catch your eye either, a hood pulled low over his face and wearing a miserably plain outfit. Under other circumstances, you’d throw guys like them out the store—this wasn’t some charity but you quickly reconsidered, once you remembered their recent streaming. Shigaraki filmed Dabi burning up a whole forest just to kill some time as they laughed. Cool, yeah. Problem was they had accidentally murdered some poor people on a picnic, who they’d later find and film, joking about how ‘today was not the day for a picnic, guys’. The two villains would livestream the whole thing on various platforms, other times they’d upload it later on a channel, where perverse comments encouraged and gave them both views. They obviously had a clear immoral viewpoint on heroes (they despised the filth society had created on false pretense) and never failed to shout it even louder. 

‘’Hello, sweetheart.’’ Dabi greeted you, approaching the register. His loyal dog followed close, hands in his pockets and a sly smile. 

‘’Me and my...friend would like to check out a few shoes today, we’re feeling generous.’’ The friend didn't sound very friendly.

You regained composure and whispered a ‘’y-yes, sure!’’ as they looked at you. Dabi's eyes diverted to your work uniform, a blazer with exposed bust and a tight pencil skirt (yeah yeah, you knew this was a high end sneaker store but rules were rules and you had to attract the filthy rich somehow...manager's words, not yours)

‘’W-what would you guys like to see?’’ You stammered, their proximity not helping. 

‘’Sweetie got a speech impediment?’’ Shigaraki asked no one in particular before Dabi interrupted.

‘’Don’t listen to this asshole, he isn’t getting any so he’s always pissed off.’’ The first scowled but remained silent. 

Dabi seemed... kind? You thought as you looked at him and shyly moved to the display shelves. 

‘’S–so, could you guys tell me what you’re looking for exactly?’’ You couldn’t believe these two had to come to your place for fucking shoes—somehow the thought of villains having to buy clothes had never really crossed your mind. 

‘’We don’t fucking care, sweetheart.’’ Dabi said looking directly at your chest, eyeing your tits. Such a pervert, thinking you wouldn’t notice. 

The whole time Shigaraki was on his phone, which he held in a bizzare way, it was known his quirk involved his hands but you never bothered to care, both these guys were murderous and you possessed no ‘quirk’ whatsoever so it really wouldn’t matter if it came down to physical altercations. 

‘’We have t��these ones..’’ You lifted your arm up to show Dabi a new pair you got in last week as his eyes travelled to your bent ass, skirt accentuating the curves even more, as he smirked to himself. 

‘’T–they collaborated two brands for this.’’ You murmured, not sure he heard you. His presence made you anxious, you knew what he was capable of and definitely wanted to live another day. 

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Dabi said. ‘’How much do these cost? They’re fucking ugly.’’

You opened your mouth to retort but settled with a ‘’T–two grand.’’ It came off unsure and hesitant. 

‘’These are dead. Two grand for these abominations? Hey Shiggy, come look!’’ He told the man who had been too consumed with his phone to listen to the conversation.

‘’Look at that shit man, can you believe trash heroes buy that for two grand?’’ He questioned as the latter lifted his gaze.

‘’Yeah I really don’t give a fuck, buy your shit and go, I have content to upload.’’

‘’Please excuse him, baby, he’s just a weirdo who gets off on livestreaming the people he decays, don’t worry we won’t take long.’’ 

Decaying? Livestreams? And why did he call you baby? These guys had to be joking, they were openly talking about murdering people for fun and you suddenly felt sick, your stomach with its contents turned over.

You had been silent, looking at them in horror, while Dabi broke the silence.

‘’Awwh, c’mon now, I’ll be nice. I think I might like these.’’ He said and pointed to a pair of black plain sneakers, they’d suit him, you thought despite the predicament.

You must’ve not reacted at all so he spoke again.

‘’Are you slow, sweetheart? I said I want to try these on, in 15.’’ The tone made you immediately snap out of your thoughts and take a step back—he felt too close through your peripherals. 

‘’L–let me check in the b-back for you guys..’’ You apologized, you couldn’t even turn around but somehow got to the storage room. Fuck, of course he had to be wearing one of the largest freaking sizes, your store never brought these as no one ever bought them, what was he, a fucking giant? You were frantically searching through storage drawers and anything scattered you could find across the room but without success, the pair was sold out (was a basic choice) and the sizing available was 13 and below. Shit, you cursed, as you were about to exit, when you saw two figures at the door startling you. 

‘’What’s taking you so long? Lost in the hallway?’’ Dabi mocks, as Shigaraki snorts. 

‘’I- I– couldn’t f-find the ones you’re looking for.’’ You avert your eyes and Dabi’s smirk wavers.

‘’What does that mean, baby?’’ He furrows his brows. ‘’You should be grateful I even chose this shitty store in the first place. It’s not enough you charge poor customers two grand for shoes I can find in the dumpster, now you’re telling me you don’t have the one pair I actually liked?’’ He raises his tone as he has you practically pinned against the door. You could’ve sworn the other guy's laughing but the room’s spinning and you try to take a deep breath. 

‘’I- i’m sorry, guys, p-please let me try to find s-something else- for you, I–’’

‘’No, I think you can just shut the fuck up now. I don’t want excuses from that pretty mouth of yours.’’ His words hurt as you try blinking your tears away—it used to help but not when they’re flooding your eyes like a stream anyway. You feel like this could actually be your end and matter of fact, anyone would know soon enough, as you’d probably also get livestreamed while they’re at it.

‘’Soo.. let me get this straight, you can’t find a proper excuse, you don’t have my shoes, you make me and Tomura wait while you're blabbering some bullshit and you scam stupid cunts for money. Does your boss know he’s hired the dumbest whore on the planet or do you fuck him to keep your job? And for a shitty job like this? You reaally gotta be desperate.’’ He finishes and now the tears are well formed and fall from your eyes, as you sob—you literally sob, ashamed and hurt, these men didn't even know you and here they were throwing words around because of a pair of fucking shoes, you feel useless and embarrassed, as you choke out some ‘I'm sorry’s.

None of them seem to care about your tears or your stuffed nose, snots falling down your chest and staining the work blazer and Dabi continues in an amused tone.

‘’Stop crying, it's pathetic. Be of use instead, will you?’’ He sighs and looks at Shigaraki, who had been watching his phone intently the whole time.

‘’Tomura, how do you think bitches like her pay when they can’t satisfy my needs?’’ He asks the man, who contemplates for a second, kind of clueless and annoyed, interrupted from the live streaming of the rest of the LoV. 

‘’Ugh.. I don't know, kill her? Listen man, we don’t have much time, we have to go meet the rest, so whatever it is, make it quick. I want to show my face in Toga’s stream, she has too many hot bitches watching.’’

This man is out of his mind.

‘’Shiggy, you fucking incel, it’s not like you’re going to fuck any of them, so how about you put your scrambled, decayed brain to good use?’’ Dabi responds, all while you’re looking at the exchange horrified, where is this going?

‘’Well...since apparently I’m the smart one here, I’ll tell you both how this is gonna end up.’’ Dabi exhales, he sounds bored but his eyes gleam, he seems amused. ‘’You can’t offer me my shoes? You offer me your body, it’s not like you have anything else going on for you. I fuck you and your little cunt and you–’’ he turns his attention to Shigaraki, ‘’–you’re going to film the whole fucking thing. Should grant you enough pussy, once I let you participate.’’

-

You want to scream, you really do. But there’s no words coming out, the phone’s too far away, the storage room's hidden in plain sight and there’s two guys ganging up on you so what’s the only thing you do? Beg.

‘’P-please, Dabi, I can—I can help you find something else, we have-’’ You blabber but he cuts you off.

‘’Wow doll, surprised your dumb brain memorized the name. But I don’t blame you, I would too.’’ He’s inching closer to you, as you back off, each step he takes leads you towards the end of the room. The closet touches your back—you’re pinned under him, the shelves hit against your back.

‘’Got the camera on?’’ He tells Shigaraki, without turning to look at him, while the latter scoffs.

‘’Yeah, all set.’’ You can see him holding his phone and wait impatiently.

‘’Now..’’ Dabi says, ‘’take that nasty shirt off, God, who dresses whores like you up? Tits out and everything for the public to see.’’ He says as your shaking hands start unbuttoning the work blazer; you had no shirt under it, it was a hot day and you hadn’t bothered, it’s not like customers were frequent. 

He’s so close that your arms touch his shirt as you slowly unbutton it and the blazer falls down your shoulders, your bare tits in full display not just for him but for Shigaraki’s camera to film as well. His eyes rake you up and down, your cheeks stained with tears, your hair disheveled with strands that stick out in opposite directions as your tits quiver on your chest. It’s swift, but you notice how his turquoise eyes widen—not a lot, since they’re heavy lidded and half patched anyway.

‘’Fuck, these look nice..’’ He comments as he brings up both hands to grope them while you gasp. His hands are not as cold as you expected, they’re large, slender and painted black as he starts circling his wrists while still at a fair distance. You moan and he smirks, Shigaraki switching spots to get a better angle. 

Dabi closes the distance as his face is on yours, his breath on your mouth and you close your eyes when he laughs.

‘’Aw, did you think I’d kiss you?’’ He says as you whimper frustrated but he continues ‘’Whores like you don’t deserve kisses.’’ He grabs your skirt with both hands and aggressively lowers it as you stumble trying not to fall down.

His words cut deep and you fight the urge to let another stream of tears down your face; you’d been called names in the past, but the way he talked upset you way more than anyone before. Unbeknownst to him, your felt your panties smeared, his warm hands had turned you on—the thought of you being like this disgusted you. You really were pathetic and he’d soon find out.

His hands cupped your clothed cunt as you moaned ‘’D-dabi, please–’’ to which a voice from the back laughed. You had completely forgotten about Shigaraki, the fact that he was watching (and filming) making you want to vomit.

‘’Baby, please shut the fuck up.’’ Dabi says ‘’Tomura, are you getting this?’’ But at this point Tomura was not only getting it but holding the phone with one hand while the other rubbed a bulge on his pants.

Dabi moves your panties to the side, almost ripping them apart and pushes two fingers without warning in your cunt as you choke on a moan. His fingers feel good, too full in a way and he knows how to move them inside, working his way deeper, while they’re already long.

‘’Man, you’re not gonna believe how wet she is.’’ He tells Tomura, who hums and strokes his clothed cock, phone still in his hand. 

You’re being moved up and down the shelves, his fingers penetrate your cunt with force as you feel the pressure in your core build up, you think about fucking yourself on his fingers, grinding up and down—maybe cum and have them gone?, but he brings his other hand to your neck and chokes you with precision, blocking your airway immediately: ‘’Don’t think you get to decide when to cum.’’ He says and he removes his stained hands, your arousal is brought to your face as he turns around and proudly shows the camera. 

‘’Look at this retail cockwhore guys, pussy dripping from two men she couldn’t sell shoes to!’’ He brags and you crumble, embarrassed and desperate for an end.

‘’D-dabi, p–please don’t say that!’’ You mewl and he looks down at you with pity.

‘Say what? The fucking truth? Aren’t you a little cumslut, yes or no?’’

‘’I– I–am n-not—’’

‘’I said, are you or aren’t you my little cumslut, yes - or - no?’’ He orders as you notice something small and blue igniting from his fingertips and you freeze.

‘’Say it.’’

‘’I- i am.’’ You brokenly murmur, but he needs all the words. 

‘’You’re what?’’ 

‘’Y–your cumslut..’’

‘’I need the name too, camera's on you know’’. His patience wears thin, you can tell by his tone.

‘’I-i-am--Dabi’s cumslut.’’ You look at the camera and with that he finally snaps, turning you over and grabbing you by the waist, his fingers touch your bare back, as he spanks a heated palm on you and you flinch.

‘’Good, now let’s show everyone how cumsluts like you get fucked.’’ He unzips his pants and brings his cock in between your folds. 

The sensation is intoxicating, your heat and his pre in between you while your hands are stretched to touch a shelf you can’t reach. You don't even know what you're up against, fuck, you hadn't even seen—

‘’Make sure you’re getting this.’’ is all Dabi says before abruptly pushing his cock inside you as you let out a sharp cry, he’s too big and you can’t take him at once, a pain shoots up your belly as he starts thrusting at a steady pace. 

‘’P-please ‘s too much, s-slow d-down!’’ You yell behind you but he doesn’t seem to care, as he grabs your hips harshly and pushes himself deeper, your cunt stretching to accommodate whatever it can and you thank his fingers for the prior mess they made.

‘’Fuuck, feels too good.’’ He groans as he thrusts into you. You hear a sudden whimper and look around to see Shigaraki with his cock out, moving his fist up and down his length—eyes fixated on the spectacle. 

You don’t have time to beg him to stop filming because Dabi’s slender hands are toying with your clit, his cock rips apart your insides as pads of his fingers find the bundle of nerves with ease. He teases it—not harshly, as his cock does that for you, but in light strokes, like he’s trying to tickle you and you feel yourself tremble, your cunt twitches and he feels it too apparently, because he groans ‘’Shit, you’re tight, too? Who would’ve expected it, huh..’’ as Shigaraki is starting his commentary on camera.

‘’Take a look guys, this is probably the biggest cockwhore we’ve seen... look closer! getting her loose cunt all fucked like that.’’ Dabi huffs, skin slapping sounds reverberate across the storage, as he continues his pace, cock disappearing in between your folds.

‘’Man, shut the fuck up.’’ He tells the guy behind him, ‘’her pussy’s tight as shit..or maybe I just have a big cock.’’ You can tell he smirks and you moan, it's like he's harsher now, his cruel words while they shouldn't, are bringing you closer and you can’t deny the pleasure he’s giving you, each time he belittles you or Shigaraki for the matter.

You can't even see him, but you imagine him drinking in your pathetic state: desperate, arched back, lifted skirt and abused flesh—frustrated whines and miserable attempts to sink down his cock, even when you know damn well he’s the one setting the pace.

‘’Hey, Shiggy..’’ Dabi groans, ‘’want me to let the whore fuck herself on my cock? She seems soo eager.’’ He tells Tomura, who at this point is solely focused on your ass sinking on Dabi ahead.

‘’S-sure..’’ He breathes out, too horny to care. 

Dabi stops moving, cock hard and still inside you, stretching you out regardless, as you pant frustrated. You’d been so close and he stopped once again. Fuck it, you think, you need to get your release somehow. 

You take a deep breath and start tantalizing him, cock throbs in your walls while you move and grind your hips back and forth. Dabi hisses, his hands dig in your ass, a pain from a metal on your hips—you’d definitely have marks tomorrow but it feels too good and he lets you, which surprises you.

‘’D-dabi, is she good?’’ A voice calls from behind but Dabi doesn’t answer, he just lets you do your work as you increase your pace, your legs are about to fail you but you raise yourself up and grip whatever you can find in front of you; you can hardly breathe. You think you might make yourself cum and he must be on the verge too, because he grabs you by the hair and spears his cock so deep, you want to scream—but you can't because there's not enough air in your lungs to function. ‘’Enough.’’ He spits and starts drilling himself back at his own relentless pace.

You feel numb but a known sensation spirals under you, fuck, he feels good and you suddenly wish for his hands on your clit so you beg. Again. 

‘’D-dabi, please, agh t–touch me..there.’’ 

‘’Beggars can’t be choosers, baby.’’ He smirks and picks up the pace, if that's even possible, the motion perfect for your pussy to squeeze him in tighter and while he acts all tough, a hand is back on your clit. He wants you to come undone, wants to be the one bringing you to such despair. 

‘’D-dabi!, I-I'm-hmn.. g-gonna–’’

Hairs stick to your sweaty forehead, veins pop out your hands as you cum feeling a faint knot snap, you blabber a bunch of incoherent words and tremble, shutting your eyes in shame.

He’d been waiting for this, holding himself back but he wanted your mess, your pathetic orgasm so he can let himself go with a couple final thrusts. He groans, praising your ‘’good cunt– baby..’’ before shooting his load inside—shit, he came inside, you think, this is so wrong but the sensation is tingling, almost satisfying in a twisted way.

A voice interrupts the moment when both of you turn to look at Shigaraki, cock in between a fist and a frown on his face, he seems upset.

‘’Dabi, you idiot, I wanted her too.’’ He says and Dabi looks at you, fucked out and cum oozing from your hole. His cum. 

‘’Well,’’ Dabi looks at you, ‘’would my favorite cumslut help a friend in need?’’ he smirks, ‘’Just some head, we don’t have all the time in the world, alright?’’ He smiles as you lower your gaze—fuck fuck fuck, wasn't one enough? What's the point of arguing though, one look at both of them convinces you otherwise.

‘’C-could I please have some water?’’ You try to stall, throat dry and raspy from the sounds made earlier. 

‘’Water?’’ Dabi laughs, ‘’nah...it’s too far away. Here, have this instead.’’ He says as he approaches you and swiftly moves his hands up your cunt, gathering his load and your juices and bringing the mix to your mouth. ‘’Open up.’’ He orders and your eyes widen before you realize he sticks his fingers in your mouth, coating your tongue and continues ‘’now, you can suck the incel off.’’

Your mouth isn't dry anymore—it's disgustingly covered in his salty cum but Shigaraki's too impatient to retort and already has his cock poking at your opening. He’s smaller but has nonetheless notable girth. 

‘’Mhm..not gonna last, man.’’ He warns but Dabi seriously doesn't care. Indeed, once you're forced to take Tomura in your mouth under Dabi's glare and bob your head up and down a couple times, he pants and whines, cock jerks in your mouth, as a palm with the pinky lifted rests on your head pushing it down his groin. You gag as he stretches your mouth full, the flushed tip scratches down your throat, but soon enough he comes; you can tell by the way he frantically bucks his hips up, so you remove your mouth in tears, when he loses control, this feels horrible. His cum spurts all over the place, some lands on your hair and some on his shirt. 

‘’Fuck!’’ He groans, ‘’My shirt’s stained, you whore.’’ His voice is whiny as red eyes narrow. For the first time, he manages to inflict terror upon you, his hand’s about to touch you when Dabi interrupts.

‘’Enough, she’ll give you another one, I’m sure shitty store sells some lame shirts somewhere.’’

Tomura sighs and removes his shirt. He throws it to your face and hisses.

‘’Gross, you can keep it, cumslut’’. You feel tainted and humiliated, some fresh tears wipe semen off your face, when Dabi speaks up.

‘’Tomura–’’ There's still hope in your eyes, as you turn to him.

‘’She's about to put in on Depop, you know.’’

Dabi and Tomura smirk and you wordlessly get up, something plummets inside (your heart?), as you wipe tears inside your elbow, the only clean body part of yours.

-

It’s been hours since the shift ended and they left the store, blowing you a kiss but you’re curled up in bed as you anxiously scratch your knees. You feel dirty. Empty. You remember Dabi’s hands on you, Tomura’s shirt and load in your hair, which was later thoroughly washed to the point clumps fell off, when a message appears on your phone.

It’s a message request and it reads:

How’s my favorite cockwhore doing?

You suddenly feel very nauseous, how did they even find you? Your hands are shaking as you pick up your phone to unlock it, only for a new request from a different account to pop up: 

1 attachment sent.

You take a deep breath as you try to think rationally. Don’t cry. Crying doesn’t erase it. Don’t cry.

This could be worse, you finally convince yourself. This could’ve been livestreamed.

[emilky-whim]

Folklore Legacy Challenge

Hey Ya'll! I've been working on this one for a little while and I can't wait to share it with you! It's a 16 + 1 generation legacy challenge for the Sims 4 based off of Taylor Swifts album Folklore! There aren't many solid rules for this one, I mostly just want ya'll to have fun and play it in a way that makes sense to you. That being said: - Mods and cheats are ok to use (I even encourage it). - Each Gen must have at least one child to play as the next heir. - I have used lots of packs in making this, you will need: City Living, Cats and Dogs, High School Years, Get Together, Crystal Creations, For Rent, Outdoor Retreat, Island Living, Dream Home Decorator, Parenthood, Discover University, Dine Out, Stranger Ville, Get Famous, Spa Day, Growing Together + more that I've probably forgotten. - If you do not have the required packs, feel free to change what you need to as long as it is somewhat similar to the original.

Gen 1: The One

You’re a meticulous gardener with a penchant for perfection, fiercely loyal to your craft and to your loved ones. Despite your somewhat snobbish tendencies, you dedicate yourself to finding true love, and when that journey ends, you never REALLY get over it. Yet you continue to cherish your familial bliss and vibrant social life.

Career - Gardener (Either Branch)

Traits - Perfectionist, Loyal, Snob

Aspiration - Curator 

Complete the soulmate aspiration with only one sim. Your sims permanently ‘separate’ once the aspiration is complete.

Always accept invites/calls from other sims.

Adopt at least one child.

 ‘’ = You may separate them as you choose.

Gen 2: Cardigan

You're a charismatic politician, oozing self-assurance and intellect, always in the know. As a Renaissance Sim, mastering myriad skills comes naturally to you. Amidst your political pursuits, you find time for youthful adventures, savouring bar dates, maybe one day you’ll finally settle down with a cherished companion.

Career - Politician (Charity Organiser)

Traits - Self-Assured, Genius, Insider

Aspiration - Renaissance Sim

Master all the skills needed for the politician career. 

Go on at least 5 bar dates as a young adult.

Eventually marry a childhood friend.

Gen 3: The Last Great American Dynasty 

You're a devoted stay-at-home parent, balancing material desires with a deep love for family and furry companions. Despite setbacks like a failed marriage and neighbourhood feuds, you find solace in nurturing your family and friends, building a home filled with love, even amidst domestic changes.

Career - Stay At Home Parent (You can work any career until you parent a child)

Traits - Materialistic, Dog-Lover, Family-Oriented

Aspiration - Mansion Baron

Have one failed marriage.

Become enemies with at least one neighbour.

Have your first child as a newly aged up young adult.

Move in with friends for at least one year.

Gen 4: Exile

In the world of espionage, you've always stood out. While others excel in covert ops, you thrive in building connections. Romantic at heart, yet socially awkward, you're drawn to leading, seeking solace in your club's camaraderie. After heartbreak, you relocate, shying from commitment but embracing your chosen family.

Career - Secret Agent (Diamond Agent)

Traits - Romantic, Socially Awkward, Gloomy

Aspiration - Leader Of The Pack

Create and lead your own club. Become friends with all the members.

After a major breakup, move to a different world.

Never get married or stay in a long-term relationship.

Gen 5: My Tears Ricochet

Amidst canvases and clay, you've always preferred solitude to the bustle of social affairs. As a critic, you explore the depths of creativity, while crafting jewellery and crystals on the side. Despite your artistic fervour, relationships falter, leaving you to nurture your creative progenies and seek solace in your craft.

Career - Critic (Arts Critic)

Traits - Loner, Creative, Art Lover 

Aspiration - Crystal Crafter 

Have a side business selling Jewelry and Crystals.

Get left OR leave someone at the altar.

Have at least 4 children.

Gen 6: Mirrorball

In the spotlight's embrace, you dazzle as an entertainer, with moves that mesmerise and demands that rival divas. Behind the glamour lies a heart yearning for connection, seeking solace in fleeting affairs. As you master the arts of song and stage, you flit from home to home, craving new experiences and relationships to fulfil your insatiable appetite for life.

Career - Entertainer (Musician)

Traits - Dance Machine, High Maintenance, Generous 

Aspiration - Friend Of The World 

Have a secret love affair, with whom you’ll eventually marry.

Master the singing, piano and acting skills. Never master any other skills.

Live with at least 3 different sims over your lifetime. 

Gen 7: Seven

Beneath the stars, you find your playground, a whimsical astronaut drawn to the great unknown. Childhood antics linger as you escape the mundane, running away with a friend to explore the world. Haunted houses hold no fear for you, just another adventure in your quest for outdoor thrills. With each holiday, you uncover new wonders, embracing the vastness of the universe.

Career - Astronaut (Space Ranger)

Traits - Childish, Loves Outdoors, Good

Aspiration - Outdoor Enthusiast 

Run away from home as a teenager with a friend/s

Live in a haunted house. 

Go on a holiday seven times over your lifetime. 

Gen 8: August

In the vibrant world of social media, you craft narratives with precision, driven by ambition and a hint of envy for the spotlight. Amidst beachside dreams, you seek solace in Sulani's embrace, drawn to its sun-kissed shores. An affair with a married sim sparks passion, leading to a child and an obsession, anchoring you to the idyllic island life, forsaking love for the serenity of the sea.

Career - Social Media (Public Relations)

Traits - Jealous, Ambitious, Neat

Aspiration - Beach Life

Have an affair with a married sim you meet while on vacation.

Have at least one child with the married sim.

Live in Sulani for most, if not all, of your lifetime.

Never date again after your affair ends.

Gen 9: This Is Me Trying

Driven by a desire to transform spaces, you carve your niche in the world of interior design, fueled by ambition yet shadowed by melancholy. As a youth, you flee, severing ties to forge a path of your own. Love finds you in the arms of a cheerful soul, grounding you upon your return, where you rebuild bridges and strive to be the ultimate caregiver to your children, overcoming personal demons along the way.

Career - Interior Decorator 

Traits - Ambitious, Overachiever, Gloomy 

Aspiration - Super Parent

Move away as a teenager/young adult and lose most of your sims relationships.

Get married to a Cheerful sim. 

Move back as a young adult/adult and re-make all the relationships you lost.

BONUS (Only if you have the Basemental Drugs MOD) Become addicted to at least one substance and successfully complete rehabilitation for it.

Gen 10: Illicit Affairs

In the courtroom's halls, you weave tales of justice as a private attorney. Driven by wanderlust and a fear of commitment, marriage comes swiftly, but it's the thrill of forbidden affairs that ignites your passion. Caught in multiple webs of deceit, divorce looms, leading you to Henford-on-Bagley, where you navigate the complexities of parenthood alone, seeking solace in the quiet countryside.

Career - Law (Private Attorney)

Traits - Non-Committal, Advenutrist, Clumsy

Aspiration - Serial Romantic

Get married young and have at least 4 affairs before getting caught. 

Have at least one child through an affair.

Get divorced 

Move to Henford-on-Bagley to raise all your children by yourself.

Gen 11: Invisible String

You always dreamed of sizzling pans and crafting culinary delights, a romantic at heart with a green thumb to match. Love's journey takes unexpected turns—a tumultuous romance with a mean spirit, a dance of uncertainty with a lifelong friend. As the years pass, you find your soulmate as an elder, nurturing both your restaurant empire, a family and a thriving garden.

Career - Own your own restaurant (or multiple restaurants)

Traits - Romantic, Good, Green Friend

Aspiration - Soulmate

Be in a long-term relationship with a mean sim and eventually break up.

Have a ‘will they, won’t they’ type of relationship with a life-long friend sim.

Get married as an Elder.

Have a well-maintained garden.

Have all restaurants at 5 stars.

Gen 11: Mad Woman

Betrayed in your youth by those you trusted the most, you harbour scars deep as loyalty binds you to your cause. You ascend the ranks of the criminal underworld, fueled by anger and an unyielding pursuit of justice and vengeance. Marriage offers solace, yet the thirst for retribution remains, driving you relentlessly until old age grants the serenity you seek.

Career - Criminal (Boss)

Traits - Hot-Headed, Perfectionist, Loyal 

Aspiration - Seeker of Secrets

As a teenager, have an ex friend/friend group/lover ruin your reputation/life.

Spend the rest of your adult life trying to get revenge.

Marry a friend. 

Only find peace/let go as an elder.

Gen 12: Epiphany 

Straight out of high school to the covert operations of the military, you excel, driven by duty and a longing to provide for your family. Medals adorn your chest, earned through dedication and sacrifice. Love finds you in the arms of a medical professional, but shadows linger, as memories of battle haunt your days, a silent reminder of the price of service.

Career - Military (Covert Operator)

Traits - Overachiever, Family-Oriented, Good

Aspiration - Big Happy Family

Join the military immediately after finishing highschool.

Retire/quit your job as soon as you earn all available medals.

Date and marry sim with the medical career.

Live with PTSD (you can use a mod for this)

Gen 14: Betty 

Your high school romance blossoms into marriage, yet jealousy festers, leading to a massive indiscretion that fractures the trust you’ve built. Amidst the wreckage, you strive to mend what's broken, seeking solace in weekly garden dates as you navigate the rocky terrain of love. In the digital realm, you thrive as a freelancer, coding with confidence and a hint of cringe-worthy humour.

Career - Freelancer (Programmer)

Traits - Cringe, Jealous, Self-Assured

Aspiration - Joke Star

Marry your high school sweetheart. 

Have weekly dates in your back garden.

Have an affair for an extended period of time before being caught. 

Spend the rest of your life trying to heal the connection between you and your spouse. 

Gen 15: Peace

Unable to make friends, you shed the burden of high school to focus on working toward your dream job and pursue the limelight. Amidst the glittering lights of fame, you still struggle to find your place and people in the world. Eventually, love finds you in the presence of an outgoing spirit, but as stardom ascends, so does the weight of its demands, testing your quest for inner peace amidst the chaos of stardom.

Career - Actor

Traits - Socially Awkward, Creative, Squeamish

Aspiration - Inner Peace

Dropout of high school and work a part time job to earn money.

Master the acting career.

Master the acting and wellness skills.

Marry an outgoing, good sim.

Become a Global Superstar and struggle with the price of fame.

Gen 16: Hoax

Born amidst the urban hustle of San Myshuno, your artistic soul yearns for expression amidst the city's chaos. Love's path proves rocky, a journey of unfulfilled connections and shattered dreams. Seeking solace in a fresh start, you depart the city's embrace, yet the ghost of past loves haunts your brushstrokes, forever captured in the vivid hues of your yearning canvases.

Career -  Painter (Master Of The Real)

Traits - Gloomy, Vegetarian, Generous

Aspiration - Painter Extraordinaire 

Grow up in San Myshuno.

Be in a long-term, unfilling relationship with sim you have bad compatibility with. Eventually break up.

Have a failed relationship with a family friend. 

Move out of San Myshuno to get a fresh start. 

Never get over one of your previous relationships and spend the rest of your life yearning to have it back.

(Bonus) Gen 17: The Lakes

Amidst the rustle of leaves and the whisper of pages, you find your muse as a writer, enchanted by the dance of words and the embrace of nature. Poetry flows from you, a testament to your romantic soul. Holidays are cherished escapes, moments of tranquillity by the water's edge, fueling your creative spirit. Yet, it's in solitude that your greatest works are born, a testament to your dedication to the craft.

Career - Writer (Author)

Traits - Romantic, Bookworm, Loves Outdoors

Aspiration - Bestselling Author

Only write poetry (unless specified for the aspiration)

Go on Holiday with your spouse and family often, staying as close to a body of water as you can get.

Complete the gemstone collection.

Leave the world behind for a period of time to focus on writing (completely alone)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'd like to request a ShinyHunter!Reader giving their epilogue friends Pokemon they caught during their adventure (can be traded or gifted), with handwritten notes carefully taped inside their Pokeballs kinda explaining the meaning behind them:

Carmine - Authentic Polteageist

"I came to Kitakami as a stranger but left as your friend. It's my hope that this Pokemon and your beloved Sinistcha can be good buddies just as we are now."

--

Kieran - Roaring Moon / Iron Valiant

"I wanted to give you something that's just as rare, powerful, and wonderful as you are. Just as you found yourself through the darkness during the excursion in Area Zero, so too did I find this Pokemon."

--

Arven - Arcanine

"I wanted you and Mabosstiff to have a loyal, strong companion by your side, someone who will be by your side no matter what happens in life."

--

Nemona - Whatever the reader's starter was

"I wanted you to carry a piece of me in your party, since you've been the first friend to support and encourage me on my adventure."

--

Penny - Either Espeon or Glaceon

"I know you love a certain type of Pokemon, and I hoped this one would find belonging with your team - just like you've found it with me, Team Star, and the others."

Ik we can't trade shinies but damn it if gamefreak won't let us,,,we writers WILL make it happen

........

Carmine

One of the first things she learned about you during your trip to Kitakami was your obsession with shiny-hunting. You've done it all your life, with your first ever starter pokemon being a shiny, too!

You literally spend hours at a time running around different places, looking for Pokémon that either have a darker/lighter hue to their colors or looked incredibly different.

Tbh wonders if this is some Paldea craze bc no way could she see herself wasting so much time...

Despite that, your team of shiny 'mons had great stats and kicked her team down pretty good.

For a while she thought you were being the biggest show-off.

But after everything that happened with Ogerpon, the Loyal Three, BB Academy, Kieran, Terapagos, Pecharunt, etc..Carmine becomes one of your closest friends, learning to accept and support your passions for shiny hunting.

When she decides to trade you a Poltchageist, you surprise her by trading back a Shiny Polteageist with the authentic stamp, having found it by sheer luck.

Inside its pokeball, she discovers a note carefully taped within, and you assure her she can read it in front of you.

"To Carmine: I arrived to Kitakami as a stranger, but left as your friend, and I'm glad our bond has grown stronger. It's my hope that this Authentic Polteageist and your Sinistcha can become good buddies just like we have -[Y/n]"

She was so close to tearing up until she reads the word "authentic" and wonders how tf you managed to find such a specific Pokémon (especially a shiny authentic Polteageist).

"Well I had to set up a camp near Alfornada and then-" You almost start infodumping your hunting strategies, but she stops you with a hug instead.

"I promise they'll become the best of friends, and if not....then I'll...I'll make them be friends!" She huffs, while you just smile and hug her back, glad she appreciated the note.

Kieran

In Kitakami, he was always fascinated by your team of shinies, and at dinner he gawked when you brought up tales of your harrowing adventures in trying to find them.

For instance, you nearly got beaten up by some Mankeys before finding a Shiny Primeape somewhere nearby--but talked about it so casually. Like it was just another normal day for you.

You're not only strong, but very brave too..and he admires those traits.

Although when you two meet again at BB, it's just more fuel added to his jealousy of you. And he even comments about whether you wasted more time shiny hunting or training.

In the underdepths, you found a Shiny Carbink, and he tries catching it first---only for it to break out of the pokeball, and he scowls when you capture it without much trouble.

But after reconciling with each other and resolving the whole mess with Pecharunt, Kieran decides to trade you an Applin (after hyping himself up to ask you ofc).

You considered trading him one as well...

But you thought of something even better that also held special meaning:

A Shiny Paradox Pokémon you found when you returned to Area Zero to capture the alpha 'raidon.

More specifically, it was [Roaring Moon/Iron Valiant], and he was absolutely stunned when the creature pops out and greets him, unable to believe his eyes.

"W-Wowzers, you're actually gonna let me have one of.....huh?" It presents him with a note, handwritten by you.

"To Kieran: I wanted to give you something that's just as rare, powerful, and wonderful as you are. Just like how you've found yourself through the darkness back in Area Zero, I too found this Paradox Pokémon waiting for me. May it be your guiding light to future victories -[Y/N]"

He doesn't realize he's crying at your touching message until he sees several teardrops staining the paper.

How did he get so lucky to have such a caring and forgiving person like you in his life?

Arven

He knew about your shiny hunting hobby, although at times he thinks you're nuts for willing to risk life and limb for a slightly differently colored Pokémon.

You have notes about how you found a Shiny Garganacl, Copperajah, Gabite, Houndstone, and even an Iron Bundle--all down in Area Zero.

You explain that sparkling sandwich recipes make them show up more often, and he tries it out and is stunned when he finds a Shiny later on.

Ofc you take a little pride in teaching him something new.

When he visits the League Club and decides to trade Pokémon with you, it wasn't that hard to figure out what to give him.

He's stunned when it's a Shiny Arcanine with a note taped within the pokeball, addressed to him.

"To Arven: I've helped you and Mabosstiff before, and I will do so again. So here's a Pokémon who will be forever loyal to you both. No matter what curveballs life may throw at you, Arcanine will never leave your side -[Y/N] (PS: I've been calling this one Mustard, but you can give it a new name if you wish).

He laughs a little at the end of the message, as it brought a huge smile to his face.

"Not a bad name, buddy! Thank you..truly. I think Mustard and Mabosstiff will get along just fine."

Nemona

She'll thrilled you've found your calling as a shiny hunter during your Pokemon journey, but always reminded you not to forget about being her "rival for life", too.

When all is said and done, you invited her to the clubroom at the BB Academy with an idea.

Since she was the first person in Paldea to give you the encouragement to start your Pokémon journey, you wanted to give her something extra special to show your thanks.

Although first you had to pull her away from Kieran (who was startled by her demand for a battle) and distract her by proposing a trade.

Turns out she planned to do that exact same thing when she arrived....but got caught up in meeting a fellow champion and totally forgot in her excitement.

Anyways, you finally did a trade and Nemona's amazed when you give her a shiny version of your starter Pokémon (meanwhile, your fully-leveled starter ace is standing beside you, looking proud).

She's so hyped to rush outside and train it that she doesn't even see the note you left in the pokeball until the shiny gives it to her.

"Huh?? Oh! How could I have missed this??" She gasps dramatically before sitting down to read it over.

"To Nemona: You've always supported and encouraged me since the start of my Pokémon journey, and I couldn't be more grateful. So as my first friend and rival here in Paldea, I wanted you to carry a piece of me in your party. May you both grow stronger together -[Y/N]"

Her heart is just full as she reads the sweet note, before jumping up to crush you in a hug.

This really meant a lot to her--more than you ever know considering you've been her #1 source of encouragement, too.

Penny

Tackling all the Team Star bases definitely gave you an excuse to do some shiny hunting on the side, and you soon come across an Eevee.

It had a lonely/timid nature when you caught it, feeling like a misfit despite being in your party of shinies.

You weren't sure which form to evolve it into, as it didn't seem interested in any stone or in becoming your friend.

After helping Team Star and Penny redeem themselves and resolve the mess with Pecharunt, you have a small chat in her dorm room about Shiny Eeveelutions--to which she remarks her attempts to collect them, yet is having terrible luck so far.

She's well aware that Flareon, Glaceon, and Leafeon shinies look painfully similar to their counterparts (having slightly different hues) and expresses her frustration in the fact she could have seen one but didn't realize...

Later, you find Shiny Eevee digging through your bag, and you wonder why until it pulls out an ice stone.....and it finally occurs to you that it heard your conversation with Penny.

Seems like it finally made its choice.

So when you invite her to the League Club, you trade her a Shiny Glaceon, to which she just gawks like "are you fr???? I can have this one????"

Then she sees the note meticulously taped inside and reads it to herself.

"To Penny: I know how much you love a certain type of Pokémon. So I entrust you with this Glaceon, a true Shiny. I hope it finds belonging in your team, just like you've found it in me, Team Star, and all the others -[Y/n]."

She can't help the smile growing on her face, taking off her glasses to wipe at her eyes, all while Shiny Glaceon smiles and comforts her--proving that it's ready to be her new companion.

[kiryoutann]

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TRIGGER WARNING: PAST SUICIDAL IDEATION, attempts of physical abuse (throwing objects), basically reader's mother being a really horrible narcissistic abusive person.

[Please read while listening to this.]

Listen to that. The opening strains of that old Elvis classic began to swell; a hush fell over the assembled guests. All eyes were drawn to the dance floor where Sabrina now stood, radiant in her lovely gown, and Andrew looked at her with such veneration, as if she had hung the very moon in the sky. In the arms of her now-husband for their first dance as a married couple, the newlyweds shone brighter than the stars outside the manor.

Sabrina’s cheeks flushed rosier than any wine—joy, adoration, and yes, a little champagne too—had left her glowing in a way you’d never seen before this man came into her life, and your heart swelled with happiness for her.

When at last the song ended and they shared a lingering kiss, you joined the room in applause. Someone handed them a mic, and the two tried to pass the mic to each other until Sabrina was the first to give a speech. Andrew squeezed her hand, gave her an encouraging smile, and nodded.

Clearing her throat, Sabrina spoke into the mic. “Hi, everyone,” she began, voice ringing out sweet and clear through the speakers. “I just want to say thank you all for being here on this special day. Sharing it with my family and friends who mean so much to me has made it truly magical.” Another applause returned her gratitude before receding again when she was about to continue.

With misty eyes, Sabrina then turned to her step-father. “I want to thank Jim, for raising me as your own since I was little. You’ve always been the best dad a girl could ask for.”

Then, you watched her smile at her mother. “And Mom, where do I even begin? You've been my rock since day one. From keeping me sane while wedding planning to celebrating with me every step, you know I wouldn't be here without you. I wouldn't be the strong, independent woman I am today without you and Jim. I love you both so much.”

When Sabrina's parents—Jim and Joyce—approached her and gave the couple a big hug, another round of applause arose from the guests. But as Joyce placed a final kiss on Sabrina's cheek before stepping back, the world seemed to dim around you.

Suddenly, everything is so foreign—the image in front of you was never presented to you. Aunt Joyce looks genuinely happy for her daughter, and Sabrina hugs her like she cannot imagine life without her mother—which, at some point in your life, you did believe too. Mother’s words, “You won’t survive without me,” ring like angry bees.

Yet now, the thought of sharing a roof with her again feels unbearable.

Joyce and Sabrina look... uncomplicated, despite your mother's statements about how your aunt wasn't prepared for motherhood. And suddenly, everything feels numb, and you're disconnected.

In your reverie, you missed some of the speeches, only blinking back to reality when Sabrina and Andrew’s enthusiastic cheers echoed through the room. The crowd roared as the romantic notes of the new music played, “Until I Found You” inviting guests to join in the dancing.

As you do at the few parties you’ve been invited to in your entire life, you stay away from the dance floor and become a loyal wallflower. However, this time, with a companion—a better people-watcher than you, Simon. The man sweeps his brown irises around, examining people before one makes him chuckle under his mask.

“Look at that old man, still got it in ‘im, eh?” He commented, his tone tinged with amusement.

Your gaze trails Simon's. Among the dancing couples were your other uncle and aunt, their smiles highlighting the lines on their seventy-something faces, clearly having more life in them than many of the younger ones. You chuckled to yourself.

“Actually, that’s Uncle Mick and Aunt Sarah,” you reply, watching the old couple share a laugh amidst the music. “They’ve been married longer than I’ve been alive. Slow dancing is kind of their forte.”

More people-watching, but you fail to notice how often Simon steals glances at you between his own. And by the luminosity of your eyes, he is drawn like an insect in a blazing fire. His slow, "near-dying" heart has yet to realize the change in him. Simon plays on the edges of the rotting wood.

Straightening his gaze, he strikes up a question: “If that old bugger can still cut a rug, why ain’t the famous ballerina ‘avin’ a spin, eh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Simon’s gruff invitation, the sound bubbling up from deep in your chest with a foreign carefree ring that you didn’t recognize. Meeting his eyes, you saw amusement there but also something that told you he was serious. Heart tiptoeing at the edges of your ribs, your fingers busying themselves with their own bustle.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him through your lashes, feeling a smile curling the corners of your mouth. "I don't know," you shrugged your shoulders. “I might suck at slow dancing.”

Simon scoffed. “Absolute bollocks.”

At his disapproval, your smile widened, teeth peeking out from behind those pretty lips. You gazed up at him, searching for something intently.

Somehow in that moment, the noisy celebration around you seemed to fade into a blur, narrowing your world until it was just Simon standing before you. Your chest warmed, as if caressed by the sun on a lush spring day. Capillaries rushed, painting your bones pink. Pink.

Gathering your courage, you mimicked Simon's invitation. “Unless... you're willing to be the judge of that yourself?”

The question came out just above a whisper, heavy with promise. With your heart dangling at the tip of your throat, anticipation mixed with anxiety gnawed at you faster than any termite. Simon gave a subtle nod towards the dance floor with his chin.

“Come on then,” he rumbled.

As Simon led you, you couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella herself; this room made a fairytale for you. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you close so your bodies swayed as one. You shyly wrapped your free hands around his neck.

The romantic music continues to flow, caressing your ears with the singer's warm voice, Stephen Sanchez, if your memory serves you right. The merciless thumping in your ribcage persists, and you wonder if Simon feels it, if he has his own version resonating in the hollow of his chest. Settling into a slow sway, you feel his shoulders relax.

“You’re not gonna turn into a swan on me now, are ya? Would be a right shame to ruin such a lovely dance.” Simon asked, tone lighthearted. After mentioning your upcoming ballet performance, he doesn’t slow down his series of jokes about it.

You threw your head back in laughter. “You know that’s not how the story goes.”

Simon's grin grew wide beneath his mask. Cocking a brow, he said, “Oh yeah? Enlighten me then, love.” He challenged.

Taking a deep breath that lifted the smile still on your face, you began the long story of Swan Lake—about what happened to Odette and her flock by the sparkling lake and mostly things you had memorized many times. "So when Siegfried finally learns the truth, it’s too late—Odette ends her life by jumping from a cliff.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” he reacts, and you let out a girlish laugh. “That’s tragic.”

You shrug. “I always thought it was kind of romantic.” You giggle again—God, the way this man can make you giggle like a silly schoolgirl—when you see the reaction reflected in his eyes.

“You’re a right bloody psycho, you know that?”

You deadpanned. “I’m not a psycho.” Your tone was flat, trying to be serious but the stubborn grin that followed ruined it.

“She should’ve just gone for another bloke.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, she can’t. She’s been cursed to be a swan forever.”

“Then she should’ve just lived out ‘er days as a swan then,” he said with pragmatism, very much lacking the charm of a fairy tale with all those logics. “Should’ve chased that arse’ole prince all over kingdom for revenge instead. Give ‘im a good peckin’.”

You exhaled in exasperation, but your lips held back a smile. “Please just stop talking.”

Simon chuckled, and fortunately, for his own good, he did. The music was nearing its end, but you were still swaying. Something caught his gaze over your shoulder. He looked back at you, raising a brow to make a suggestion.

“Should we do a spin?” he asked.

“What?”

He nods his chin behind you, and you follow suit—a young couple laughing as they twirl. “Should we give it a go?”

It's somewhat whimsical, somewhat absurd, that not only is this hulking man dancing with you, but he also wished to twirl you like you were partners in some grand ballroom. Yet, as you stare into his smiling eyes, you swear there’s a hint of excitement in them. And what good is a ballerina without a performative twirl?

“Okay,” you accepted his offer.

You placed your hand in his, feeling the rough calluses of his fingers but somehow right against your skin. At your subtle cue, Simon raised your joined palms, spinning you outward in elegance and then back into the solid wall of his chest.

“One more time.” You said, and he did as you asked.

You cup his mask-hidden jaw, feeling for each woven polypropylene against your fingers. The plum of your smiling lips swells with desire, and without thinking, you press your lips to his cheek. Your heart skips a beat, gripped by a jolt of trepidation, fear, and regret that perhaps you have crossed a line, that you might drive him away.

But Simon doesn't.

Instead, he seized your waist and drew you close, eliminating any distance between you. The air was snatched from your lungs in a stolen gasp with the force of his possessive move. Like a lover accompanied by passion as he reaps longing.

(I swell with hope, in the sweet desire of a girl seeking love.)

“I’m dyin’ for a smoke.” He confessed.

You glanced around at the lively party still swirling around you. Turning back to him, you suggested, “Should we slip out the back then?”

“Sure.”

Smiling up at him, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze before untangling them from your waist. “You go on ahead—I just need to swap to flats real quick.” You gestured to the high heels that had been enveloping your throbbing toes for hours.

As Simon nodded and turned to go, you hurried off the floor, limping just slightly. The celebratory noise faded as you stepped to the left side of the manor, where the hallway to your room stretched in silence. You turned the doorknob, and the old wood swung with a low creak.

Walking to your suitcase, you flipped it open, took out your Mary Janes, and replaced your high heels with them with a sigh of relief.

Just as you moved to stand, you heard footsteps approaching, then a shadow fell across the open door. Too small to be Simon. Looking up with a start, your heart nearly dropped when you found your mother standing there, arms crossed in a frown full of distaste.

“I've been watching you all night with that… man. You're getting far too comfortable, are you?”

That tone—that same tone that you had heard countless times growing up, signaling the beginnings of an argument. Your shoulders tensed. The pulse inside you quickened as your defenses began to rise, readying themselves in anticipation of the barrage of barbed words that might come next.

The oceans dividing San Francisco and London were supposed to end whatever connection existed between you both—to pretend that it didn’t exist. It should have been a clean finale, allowing you to simply live as a normal girl with normal reactions to everything, as if nothing bad had ever happened to you.

Yet, look, your traitor body is gearing up for battle just the same. Your mind may lie, you may lie, but the wound bearer presents the results of years of being forged beneath her. 5,351 miles stretched, but you are still the same sixteen-year-old girl who bit her tongue, holding her words like a criminal about to be executed on the spot.

What a mother-daughter relationship you have.

You watch warily as Mother begins circling the room, her high heels clicking ominously, slightly showing the red soles beneath them. Louboutins, you remember. You also remember all too well how much those had cost—the very shoes you had “helped” fund years ago when you foolishly still let her access your bank account, even after you turned nineteen.

“Do you know why he’s here?” Mother tries the first question, testing the waters.

Like a frightened little girl—that same little girl from that sunny day so many years ago—you deflect the real question, “Because I invited him.”

Mother, unimpressed, casts you a sharp look, as if daring you to dare her. “You know what I mean. Do you know why he’s here?”

You bit your lip, grasping at straws. “He’s… my boyfriend.”

Mother scoffed mockingly. She turned to you, face contorted in amusement as if you had just told the funniest joke. “Boyfriend? Please. Is that what you think?”

You flinched back as Mother suddenly whirled to face you, her sculpted features twisting into a reflection of pure, unbridled rage. The similar pair of eyes glared at you wide. She buried her nails deep into your epidermis, and you gasped from the sting.

“The only reason a man would want you is between your legs. You think you found love, but really he's with you only because you're easy. You’re just a cheap fuck to him, (Y/N).”

The hot, stinging droplets gathered and spilled over without your permission. You hated yourself for fueling her twisted satisfaction. Hating that she still knew exactly where to aim her barbs to find their mark after all these years.

But nothing compares to the fact that she is your mother. She is your mother, and yet, how could those words come out of her mouth so easily? As if her criticisms had festered within her mind and she was finally allowing them to escape. There's a small, broken part of you that can't help but wonder—and why do you even wonder? You know yourself better than she does, surely.

Or do you?

Or is it true that there really is nothing to take beyond your body like the unloveable, worthless child she always says you are?

You felt a spark of anger flare. “How could you say that to me?” you choked out, baring your wounded heart. Wrong move—you know this, proved many times that showing emotion had never gotten anywhere with Mother before.

But the younger, wounded teenager in you would always crave some kind of validation, some sign she truly cared. Perhaps hidden beneath the person she's become, she still holds a flicker of the warmth she once felt for you. You’re her daughter, and she’s your mother—shouldn’t that be enough for her to finally treat you like one?

“I’m only telling you the truth so you won’t be naive. Do you think he’ll love you when there are so many girls out there who are much prettier than you?”

At times, the wiser you knew not to take Mother’s words to heart—your survival instincts, born of too many experiences, told you not to let her poison seep into your skin. But more often than not, you didn’t know better. Right now, you don’t know better.

(Prying my mouth open, she dripped her bitter blood until we were indistinguishable.)

Clenching your fist, you say through gritted teeth, “You don’t know him.”

Mother’s features bent in hate at your rebellion. The young daughter no more, grown into someone who dared to talk back rather than just gulping down her every word raw.

“And you do?” she spat. “How long have you known this man? Don’t be stupid.”

“It’s none of your business,” you retorted, but not convinced enough for her to see the gap in your expression.

“Not my business? Of course it’s my business – I’m your mother!”

Summoning the last of your courage, you mumbled, “You’re not… my mother.”

Her neat eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What did you just say to me?”

It was a second chance, one she rarely gave. For a moment, you considered taking it back—rewording your reply to something less confrontational, something safer. But you were sick of it—years of carrying her wounds you hadn’t even caused, weighing your body down and sinking them deeper into pitless hell. Of always looking past her anger and ego, finding justifications and reasons to tolerate her. Of being under her control when the young girl inside you needed her anger represented.

And you repeated it without rewording: “You’re not my mother. Not anymore.”

As it left your lips, you saw a flicker of change in Mother’s expression—was that hurt in her eyes? So foreign was her expression that you almost doubted yourself. Regret seized you along with the guilt and self-loathing that gripped your heart.

Then, the hurt blinked away as if it was never there. “Look at you,” she hissed, “throwing away your mother, the woman who birthed and raised you with great difficulty, all for some worthless man. I'm not even surprised if you end up pregnant in a few months, or maybe you already are. Don't say I didn't warn you when he leaves you with a bastard child.”

And they were right when they said that anger is the most effective key.

Moments ago, you can still find the shadow of that sixteen-year-old girl remains within, with pieces of her innocence—a bit of a child’s grin. Her body is still in fear, yet her eyes are always yearning for praise from her mother’s voice.

However, as the grown woman you are ignites in a seething cauldron of fury—disagreement with Mother’s treatment—the little girl begins to fade, reduced to ashes amidst the fire. The “why” question echoes loudly with demands. I'm your baby—you made me; why do you hurt me?

“Why? Why are you so sure only bad things will happen? Why can’t you believe I can find happiness?” Warm tears welled up, tasting salty on your lips as you asked.

Mother raised a warning finger. “Don’t use that tone with me.”

But you’ve passed the point of backing down. “Why? Why are you so convinced I’ll always be unhappy? WHY?!”

(As if it had been written long before my creation.)

Taking a sharp, short breath, you feel self-control slipping away. Your lungs hitched with condemnation, constricting you, trying to escape the hell Mother handmade just for you. You’re crossing the line; something scolds (the same voice your mother planted early on) inside your head, but you refuse to give in.

The dim red light between the cracks in your skull grows brighter, and the next thing you say are the words you've been holding back for so long:

“I’m not you! And what happened with Dad was not my fault!”

And finally, silence fills the small space between you, followed by the faint echo of your voice. As the last syllable faded, the words that had been spoken left you feeling conflicted. That little girl would consider this disobedience—the result of the doctrine your mother spat at her every day—but all you know now is the strange lightness in your heart, as if shedding a massive burden that you didn’t realize you had been carrying your whole life.

Mother took a sharp, hissing breath, and you saw the subtle quiver in her clenched jaw. “You're out of line,” she said.

“I'm out of line?! You were the first one to cross that line, over and over, hurting me for years, but now that I finally do it to you, now I'm the one who's out of line?!” The words tumbled out of your mouth in a rush, all the pain and anger that you had piled up erupting to the surface. “You've always hurt me, said awful things, made me feel like nothing! But the second I did it to you, suddenly I'm the bad one? That's not fair!"

In the blink of an eye, she extends her perfectly manicured hand to grasp the first object within her reach—a heavy crystal paperweight on the table. Your eyes are glued to it, feet ready to flee when she hurls it at you.

“You fucking ungrateful bitch!” she screamed.

Some distant, rational part of you knows you should dodge. But a darker impulse held you frozen, as if welcoming the blunt object to damage your epidermis and even more so to become evidence of her abuse. And perhaps, once the crimson drips from your split temple, it will be enough to reveal the true identity she has been hiding—to destroy the loving mother image she has carefully built for years.

You will make a spectacle of the wound, perhaps even exaggerating it a bit like Mother always did.

It came so close when it landed on the floor next to you. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Mother’s face flushed like the devil as she shouted, “I should never have given birth to you!”

Strange, that relief is what washes over you when her words land in your ears. Because for the first time, the two of you agreed on something – she wished you had never been born, just as you had so often wished the same.

Those “precious” teenage years were filled with alternating fantasies—some days hoping she might die, others wishing it was you instead. But you were never able to go through with killing her, or yourself. Because being without Mother meant being utterly lost and alone, and you were too cowardly to cut your wrist open. More days though, you regretted it—how it might have all ended sooner if only you had been braver.

You wonder who's to blame to just make sense of it—perhaps Mother's mother had been cruel, and she thought she had broken the cycle. Perhaps Joyce, for always being the golden child despite everything. Perhaps Dad. Perhaps you.

All those long, drawn-out years, you stayed, you suffered for her. Because the little girl in the bright pink shoes—the color that matched Mother's favorite dress before she threw it away—loved her mother so much. Always making excuses for her. Maybe she didn't know how to love me, or I didn't understand her way of loving me. Maybe somewhere in her anger were kisses in her own language.

You stood frozen as hollowness spread through your chest, as if the eruption had cleansed you until nothing but an empty clarity remained. Even when Simon entered the room, you didn't notice his presence until he spoke.

“Fuck’s all this?” His question didn’t really wait for an answer as he rushed to your side.

Mother smoothed her hair imperiously, then said: “We were just having a talk.”

Simon’s brown eyes scan the scene: the shattered paperweight, Mother’s suspicious fist. He then turns to examine you carefully, searching for any injuries and only letting out a slight sigh when he finds none.

“Go wait in the car. I’ll sort our things.” Simon orders, and without argument, you nod, walking out of the bedroom.

The room felt heavier with tension after you departed, leaving Simon alone with your seething mother. He moved with purpose, in a quick and efficient mind, as he gathered your things—a toothbrush and hairbrush from the bathroom, dresses from the closet, pulling out drawers for any other items. After throwing them into your suitcase, he tidied up his own things with even more haste and less care.

As he picked up his abandoned tie, Mother cleared her throat. “You don’t need to do this, you know. I know my daughter better than anyone, and she’s not what you really need.”

For a moment, Simon paused, jaw working as he reined his temper. Mother thought she had his attention—finally getting him to listen to her. But soon enough, he resumed his task as if she hadn’t spoken at all.

Undeterred, she pressed on. “There are prettier, worthier girls than her. Ones who won’t cause you so much trouble.”

Simon’s hands stilled at that, Mother thought she had succeeded in making him consider. Slowly, he turned to face the older woman. But what she read in his eyes was not a realization or even a spark of curiosity. No, it was a look that suggested he knew a lot about people like her, had seen a lot despite him being a decade her junior.

“That what you tell ‘er then?” He began, hate raining down like hail in his voice. “That she ain’t good enough, or pretty enough? That she’s nothin’ but trouble?”

The woman met his gaze, and Simon noticed how her eyes were shaped like yours, except colder, full of twisted conviction whenever she talked about you. “I only speak the truth, for her own good. Someone has to keep that headstrong girl in line before she comes to ruin.”

At that, he let out an impolite scoff, but Simon gave zero fucks. “Yeah? Cause all I see is you tryin’ to keep ‘er under yer thumb.”

Simon watched as the woman's face contorted into an ugly frown of dislike; her mask had been abandoned somewhere. He wondered how you survived all those years at home, how you could still say you “love her to bits” on your first meeting.

But he supposes that’s how children are. Misplaced unconditional love for their lifegivers. Sometimes, his critical mind thinks it’s a shame for the Man in the Sky to give little humans to people who don’t deserve them—to abusers, addicts, snakes like this one right here. But then again, Simon had no right to complain when he stopped believing in any of all that years ago—after he lost everyone that mattered.

"I'm her mother." She repeated.

“And she’s yer daughter. Not yer pet or yer little dog to order about.”

As Simon returned to tending to the bags, the woman took a slow, deep breath. "I know men like you," she replied. “You think you're protecting her—you think you're saving her, but all you want is a girl to use and toss aside once you've grown bored.”

Simon’s tedious task came to a halt, the zipper of the bag half-open. He furrowed his blond brows, brown eyes focused on nothing. Before long, he gathered the bags and shouldered them, his free hand dragging the suitcase as he walked through the gaping door. That woman spoke again, but he turned a deaf ear to her venomous spit.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦?

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you for the request anon!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑳

・This pairing works because Rhaegal would provide Harry with emotional support during his struggles with loss and identity, much like Buckbeak did.

・Rhaegal’s loyal and compassionate nature would compliment Harry’s deep love for his friends (like Ron and Hermione) and his willingness to risk everything to protect them.

・Harry’s deep empathy and ability to understand others’ pain (thanks to his experiences and even his connection to Voldemort) align well with Rhaegal’s less aggressive, more introspective nature.

・Both Rhaegal and Harry have a natural instinct to protect those they care about.

・Rhaegal would respond to Harry’s courage and selflessness. For example, if Harry risked himself to defend the dragon or a vulnerable group of people, Rhaegal would recognise Harry as a worthy rider.

・Rhaegal’s balanced temperament would offer Harry stability and companionship in the chaos of his Hogwarts life.

・The green dragon would be an extension of Harry himself. He would feel so close to Rhaegal, that without him, he would feel like something is missing.

・They would have adventures together. Including daring flights around Hogwarts or defending the school from threats like Death Eaters.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮

・Silverwing’s gentle, loyal, and affectionate nature would align perfectly with Hermione’s compassionate and kind-hearted personality.

・Silverwing would be the perfect dragon for Hermione because of their shared values of loyalty, kindness, and a preference for reason over aggression.

・Hermione’s desire to protect and support her friends while also seeking justice aligns closely with Silverwing’s peaceful and noble disposition. Together, they would form a bond rooted in mutual respect, trust, and the pursuit of a better world.

・As a dragon who preferred peace and was known to approach humans without aggression, Silverwing would appeal to Hermione’s desire to resolve conflicts with reason rather than violence.

・Hermione would find comfort in Silverwing’s calm and steady presence, especially during stressful situations like facing the Triwizard Tournament or planning the Horcrux hunt.

・Silverwing could serve as a trusted companion during her intellectual pursuits, staying by her side as she researches spells and strategies to protect her friends.

𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹

・The Bronze Fury’s steady nature would provide the grounding and reassurance Ron needs sometimes, while his immense power and loyalty would inspire Ron to step into his own strength and confidence.

・Their bond represents Ron’s growth from an insecure sidekick into a capable and courageous hero.

・The bond between them would also allow Ron to grow into a stronger, more decisive version of himself.

・Vermithor embodies qualities that Ron admires: strength, power, fierceness, a commanding presence and intensity.

・The Bronze Fury would be Ron's absolute pride and joy; he would feel very important when first bonding with Vermithor. And then when he started to grow as a person, he would feel like he was worthy of the bond.

・Vermithor would be a comforting and protective presence for Ron, helping him stay grounded during stressful situations.

・Their bond could grow deeper as Vermithor encourages Ron to embrace his own inner strength and potential.

P.s., I also didn't realise I had given Hermione and Ron the two dragons who were mates <3

[beelsbignaturals]

Somehow a Hellcat got into the HoL and walked right up to MC, plopping itself down in their lap and starting to purr. How would the brothers react? (I am beating Lucifer with a broom as we speak, the cat is NOT leaving)

AN: Back the fuck up Lucifer if you can have Cerberus I can have a kitty!

🐈‍⬛Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Unholy Being💕

Lucifer is… not enthusiastic about this development. He spent centuries telling Satan that he can't have a cat, and suddenly, you have befriended a wild animal? What's worse, the cat hisses and spits when anyone gets close to you! Wait… perhaps this can be beneficial… A loyal guard cat would be good for keeping a human out of trouble, right? It's totally not because Luci can't say no to your wide, pleading eyes.

Mammon initially is… freaking out. How did a wild animal break into the House? Oh shit! It's gonna EAT MC! Wait… they are… snuggling? Fuck… that's cute. And no, Mammon is not jealous of a damn cat, so don't go starting rumors! In fact, he's so unbothered that he is encouraging you to buy a collar with a little gold bell on it. This is totally not because he wants to get more brownie points. I mean, we all know Mammon is your favorite hell-spawn! Right? Don't worry. He warms up to "the fluffy menace" pretty quick. You may catch them cuddling when they both miss you.

Leviathan is the most chill with a random animal just… making itself a home. I mean his closest companions are a sea monster, a giant snake, and a goldfish. Of course you need a loyal animal friend. All the heroes have one! You should name it after the protagonist from this magical girl anime who can turn into a cat through the power of friendship-

Satan is in heaven. You and a cat? Who cares that it's the size of a small puma and has three eyes? It's still a cat! And with you as it's new best friend, Lucifer can't just ban the cutie! Satan is quick to join you in the "we gotta keep it!" spiel. He already has a list of names and so many cat toys. Congrats! You are co-parenting a wild animal with Satan! There is no escape.

Asmodeus is honestly not huge on animals. I mean.. they shed, drool, and are so much work. But hey, if it makes you happy to be mauled affectionately by a giant beast… At least let him get some cute pics to commemorate the occasion! Just promise not to your new pal run wild around the house. His room is a fur-free zone unless it's vintage. He will, however, be all over buying cute cat toys and collars. Fashion show time!

When Beelzebub realizes the cat isn't going to attack you, he goes from Protect Mode to "AWWWH LOOK AT THE HUMAN PLAYING WITH THE BABY!" You do know that this is a juvenile, right MC? Hellcats grow to the size of a well-fed grizzly bear. Oh well, Beel will help you feed it. He's honestly stoked to have a new fluffy family member. Your new bestie is much more friendly than Cerb. 

Belphegor is pissed. That's HIS spot the little upstart stole! Honestly, Belphie is enraged that this feline had the gall to walk in and place itself on your lap, purring up a storm. He grumbles about it but can't help but appreciate the smile it brings to your face when you scratch behind the wild cat's ear. Just… make some room and play with his hair too, got it?

[moonteaa]

I personally think that BOTW having a soundtrack for Teba called “Teba’s Encouragement” says so much about his character. A glance at Teba and he’s this really cool, stoic, gruff but reckless Rito warrior yet at the same time proves to be a truly genuinely caring, gentle and kind hearted character. He’s a loyal friend and companion who can and will stick by you. And in his own way, is probably the most encouraging character who has the most faith in you. A good bird dad. Hehe🪶 🤍

[rafesapologist]

the set up — rafe cameron; part twenty five

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: angst, swearing, substance abuse, alcohol use, probably a tearjerker

author's note: please check the author's note at the end of this chapter for important news for this series!! thank you mwah

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the crowded living room, drowning out the cacophony of voices and laughter that filled the air. Rafe found himself amidst a sea of strangers, their faces blurred by the haze of alcohol and the rhythmic thump of the bass.

With each line he snorted, the world around him seemed to blur further, the edges of reality fading into obscurity. The weight of his grief, the ache of longing, and the echoes of lost love dissolved with each inhale, replaced by a numbing sense of euphoria that offered temporary respite from the turmoil within.

Topper and Kelce, his ever-loyal companions in mischief, flanked him on either side, their raucous laughter and carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil that raged within Rafe's soul. They egged him on, their encouragement laced with the promise of escape, the allure of oblivion beckoning like a siren's call in the night.

As the night wore on and the intoxicating haze enveloped him, Rafe lost himself in the hedonistic frenzy, the lines between right and wrong, pleasure and pain, blurring into insignificance. In the throes of reckless abandon, he sought solace in the temporary reprieve that the party offered, a fleeting moment of freedom in a world fraught with uncertainty.

Yet, amidst the chaos and the clamor, a whisper of doubt lingered in the recesses of his mind, a nagging reminder of the emptiness that lurked beneath the surface. With each passing moment, the weight of his choices bore down upon him, a burden too heavy to bear alone.

But for now, he drowned his sorrows in the embrace of oblivion, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of the night, as the echoes of his laughter mingled with the chorus of the partygoers, lost in the transient bliss of the present moment.

The burn of the alcohol, the sting of the cocaine, it all melded together in a chaotic symphony of sensations that threatened to consume him whole. With each swallow, Rafe felt the weight of his troubles momentarily lift, replaced by a heady rush of euphoria that surged through his veins like wildfire.

His throat ablaze, he threw his head back, the cool glass pressed against his lips a fleeting reprieve from the tumult that raged within. The bitter taste of liquor mingled with the metallic tang of coke, a potent concoction that set his senses ablaze with reckless abandon.

As the fiery elixir coursed through his veins, Rafe surrendered himself to the intoxicating embrace of oblivion, the lines between reality and illusion blurring into insignificance. In that fleeting moment of ecstasy, he found solace amidst the chaos, a temporary escape from the haunting echoes of your name that lingered in the depths of his soul.

With each sip, each swallow, he sought refuge in the numbing embrace of intoxication, a desperate attempt to drown out the cacophony of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. For in the haze of drunken euphoria, he found temporary respite from the torment of his own thoughts, lost in the transient bliss of the present moment.

In the dimly lit room, amidst the pulsating thump of the music and the haze of cigarette smoke, Rafe's mind drifted to distant shores, where the echoes of your absence reverberated with haunting intensity. Weeks had passed since he last saw you, since the bitter taste of goodbye lingered on his lips, and in that time, he found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Yet, in the midst of the chaotic dance of revelry and debauchery, he found solace in the promise of oblivion that lay before him. The lines of cocaine, glistening like a siren's call, beckoned him with their seductive allure, offering temporary respite from the suffocating weight of his own thoughts.

With trembling hands and a heart heavy with longing, he leaned over the table, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, the powder disappearing into the depths of his being. In that fleeting moment of inhalation, he felt the world around him melt away, replaced by a euphoric rush that surged through his veins like liquid fire.

For in the transient embrace of intoxication, he found temporary reprieve from the relentless grip of reality, lost in the swirling vortex of his own inner turmoil. And as he surrendered himself to the numbing embrace of the drug, he embraced the oblivion that awaited, a fleeting escape from the haunting specter of your absence.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room as Rafe stirred from his slumber. As consciousness slowly returned, he found himself enveloped in a familiar warmth, the remnants of the night's embrace lingering in the air.

Turning his head slightly, he saw you lying beside him, your features softened in the gentle light of dawn. For a moment, he allowed himself to savor the sight, to revel in the tranquility of the moment before the harsh realities of the day came crashing back.

As he watched you sleep, a bittersweet ache settled in his chest, knowing that this fleeting moment of peace was destined to fade with the rising sun. The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a broken record, each memory etched with the painful reminder of what could have been.

With a heavy heart, he reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering as if to imprint the memory of your presence upon his soul. In that brief, tender gesture, he sought solace amidst the tumultuous storm of emotions that raged within him.

Yet even as he traced the contours of your face, he couldn't shake the nagging sense of impending loss that hung over them like a dark cloud. For he knew, deep down, that this fragile moment of peace was but a fleeting respite in the relentless march of time.

As the morning sun bathed the room in its golden glow, Rafe lingered a moment longer, committing the sight of you sleeping peacefully to memory. For in the quiet stillness of the morning, he found a fleeting glimpse of the happiness that had once been within his grasp, now slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

As Sofia approached with another round of shots, Rafe's lips curled into a faint smile, a reflexive response to the sight of the familiar liquor. The cheers of the crowd washed over him, a cacophony of voices blending into the background as he focused on the moment at hand.

Sofia's presence beside him brought a sense of comfort, a fleeting reminder of the semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of the party. With a grateful nod, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, a silent gesture of appreciation before reaching for the shot glass.

The cool glass felt familiar against his fingertips as he lifted it to his lips, the fiery burn of the alcohol a welcome distraction from the turmoil that churned within him. With a practiced motion, he tossed back the shot, the liquid searing his throat as it ignited a temporary blaze of euphoria within him.

As he set the empty glass down, a sense of numbness washed over him, dulling the edges of his thoughts and blurring the lines between reality and the hazy fog of intoxication. In that moment, all that mattered was the fleeting escape that the alcohol provided, a temporary reprieve from the weight of his own regrets and uncertainties.

"Easy there, Rafe," Topper teased, nudging Rafe's shoulder with a playful grin. "You're not trying to outdrink the whole island tonight, are you?"

Rafe laughed, the sound tinged with the effects of the alcohol. "Nah, just catching up, you know?"

Kelce, leaning in from the other side, chimed in, "Yeah, catching up with the bottles, maybe!"

The group erupted into laughter again, and Rafe raised his shot glass in mock defiance. "Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game!"

Sofia, handing him another shot, winked playfully. "Looks like you're the MVP of this game tonight, babe."

Rafe grinned, accepting the shot with a smirk. "You know it." He tossed back the drink, the fiery burn of the liquor igniting a temporary blaze of euphoria within him.

Rafe stood up with a smirk, raising his shot glass in a mock toast to the crowd. "Alright, who's ready for some real fun?" he called out, his voice cutting through the chatter of the room. "I'm gonna snort lines off Sofia!"

His words elicited a mixture of cheers and laughter from the crowd, the anticipation palpable in the air. Sofia shot him a playful glare, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "You're crazy, you know that?" she teased.

Rafe chuckled, his confidence unwavering as he responded, "Only for you." With a wink, he turned back to the table, ready to take their night to the next level.

As Rafe meticulously arranged the lines of cocaine on Sofia's stomach, his movements were almost methodical, belying the chaos of the party around them. The soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated the scene, casting elongated shadows across Sofia's curves as she lay there, her eyes fixed on Rafe with a mixture of anticipation and mischief.

The crowd around them leaned in, their voices hushed in anticipation as they watched the tableau unfold. Rafe's hands moved with a fluidity born of familiarity, his touch gentle yet purposeful as he carefully positioned each line.

Sofia's skin, bathed in the ambient light, seemed to glow with a surreal allure, the lines of cocaine glistening against the smooth expanse of her stomach. There was a palpable tension in the air, a sense of anticipation mingled with the heady rush of excitement as Rafe prepared to snort the lines off her.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, the chaotic energy of the party fading into the background as all eyes were fixed on Rafe and Sofia. It was a moment of shared intimacy amidst the frenzy, a fleeting connection that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary.

As Rafe leaned down, his breath hitching with anticipation, Sofia's gaze locked onto his, a silent invitation in her eyes. The world around them seemed to blur as they leaned in, the thrill of the moment sending a shiver down their spines.

As Rafe inhaled each line with deliberate slowness, the white powder disappeared into his nostrils, sending a rush of euphoria coursing through his veins. With each inhalation, his senses heightened, his mind drifting further away from the chaotic reality of the party.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he lifted his head back up, the intoxicating effects of the cocaine enveloping him in a hazy bliss. His gaze met Sofia's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them, but as he looked down again, his smirk faltered, replaced by a sudden wave of disorientation.

Instead of Sofia's face, his vision blurred and shifted, and in its place, he saw yours—your eyes filled with disappointment, your expression reflecting a pain he couldn't bear to witness. The sudden intrusion of your presence shattered the euphoric haze, bringing him crashing back to reality with jarring clarity.

Rafe's eyes widened in disbelief as he recoiled, his body instinctively retreating from the tableau before him. Horror and shock contorted his features, a stark contrast to the haze of intoxication that had clouded his senses just moments before. His mouth fell open, words caught in his throat, as he struggled to reconcile the hallucination with the surreal scene unfolding in front of him.

His body temperature seemed to spike, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to comprehend the surreal sight before him. His gaze fixated on the image of your features superimposed over Sofia's, each line and curve hauntingly familiar. You were looking back at him, the same sorrow etched into your expression as it had been on the day he last saw you. The air around him felt thick with tension, his heart pounding in his chest as he grappled with the inexplicable vision before him.

As his thoughts raced, an agonizing ache sliced through Rafe's heart at the surreal sight before him. Part of him was gripped by fear and anguish, unable to comprehend the inexplicable vision of you overlaid on Sofia's form. Yet, another part of him felt a deep longing, an irresistible urge to reach out and touch the ghostly image of your face, as if hoping to dispel the haunting illusion and confirm its reality.

His lip trembled as he extended a trembling hand towards the spectral image of your face, the lines between reality and illusion blurring in his mind. But his tentative gesture was abruptly halted by Sofia's voice, piercing through the haze of confusion and desperation, as she questioned him in bewilderment.

"Rafe, what are you doing?" Sofia's voice sliced through the thick fog of his thoughts, her tone a mix of confusion and concern. "Why are you just staring like that?"

Rafe's hand hung in the air for a moment longer, trembling with the weight of his conflicted emotions. Slowly, he lowered it back to his side, his gaze still fixed on the haunting visage before him.

"I-I thought I saw something," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes still locked on the illusion of your face. "Must've been the booze or something…"

Sofia furrowed her brows, glancing between Rafe's distraught expression and the empty space on the table. "Are you okay? Maybe you should lay off the drinks for a bit."

Rafe nodded absentmindedly, his mind still reeling from the encounter. "Yeah… Yeah, maybe you're right," he mumbled, his thoughts consumed by the ghost of your memory.

The blond rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if trying to erase the vivid image of you from his mind. Your presence lingered, haunting him like a specter from the past. The memory of your voice, the echo of your sorrowful gaze, remained etched in his consciousness, refusing to fade away.

He shook his head in a futile attempt to clear his thoughts, the weight of your memory pressing down on him like a heavy burden. Each blink seemed to bring you back into focus, your presence looming larger than life in his mind's eye.

With a deep sigh, Rafe leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes briefly as he tried to push aside the overwhelming flood of emotions that threatened to engulf him. But no matter how hard he tried to escape, you were always there, a constant reminder of what he had lost and what could have been.

Sofia's voice broke through the haze of Rafe's thoughts, her words jolting him back to the present moment. He blinked, refocusing on the scene unfolding around him, as her whispered question reached his ears. "Rafe," Sofia's voice was soft but insistent as she leaned in closer to him, her eyes searching his face for an explanation. "What was that all about?"

Rafe felt Sofia's gaze pierce through the haze of his thoughts, her concern palpable in the air between them. He blinked, momentarily taken aback by her directness, before attempting to gather his thoughts.

"I… I don't know," he replied, his voice wavering slightly as he struggled to find the right words. "It's just… I thought I saw something, someone…"

His explanation hung in the air, his uncertainty evident as he grappled with the strange encounter that had just unfolded before them. Rafe's movements were abrupt, a sudden need for space overtaking him as he rose from the couch and made his way toward the kitchen. The chatter and laughter of the party faded into the background as he sought refuge in the solitude of the adjacent room.

Once in the kitchen, he leaned against the counter, his breathing heavy and erratic. His mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, the image of you lingering in his thoughts like an unwelcome specter.

With trembling hands, he reached for a nearby glass, filling it with water in an attempt to calm his frazzled nerves. As he took a sip, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him, a nagging sense of something unresolved lingering just beneath the surface.

Topper approached Rafe cautiously, concern evident in his expression as he glanced over at his friend leaning against the counter. "Hey man, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.

Rafe straightened slightly, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he forced a casual smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he replied, his tone strained. He didn't want to burden Topper with his internal turmoil, especially not amidst the festivities of the party.

Topper studied him for a moment, a hint of skepticism flickering across his features before he nodded slowly. "Alright, just checking," he said, though his eyes betrayed his lingering concern as he turned to head back into the living room.

Alone once more, Rafe let out a shaky breath, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He closed his eyes briefly, attempting to push aside the turmoil threatening to consume him.

Rafe's mind was a tumultuous storm, the memories of your departure still fresh in his mind as he found himself lost in the chaos of the party. Surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces and drowning in a haze of alcohol and drugs, he sought solace in the temporary oblivion they offered.

But even as he tried to lose himself in the moment, the echoes of your absence reverberated through his thoughts, a constant reminder of the void you had left behind. Each line of coke he snorted, each shot of liquor he downed, was a desperate attempt to numb the pain, to escape the suffocating weight of his own regrets.

As the party raged on around him, Rafe's gaze drifted aimlessly, his mind a whirlwind of memories and emotions. He found himself drawn to the edges of the room, seeking refuge in the shadows as he grappled with the demons that haunted him.

But no matter how hard he tried to drown them out, your absence lingered like a specter, a silent presence that refused to be ignored. And as he stood there, surrounded by strangers and consumed by his own self-destructive tendencies, he couldn't help but wonder if this was his punishment, his penance for letting you slip through his fingers.

Lost in the haze of the party, Rafe's thoughts turned inward, a whirlwind of regret and longing that threatened to consume him whole. And as he stared into the abyss of his own despair, he knew deep down that he was running out of time, that sooner or later he would have to face the truth of what he had lost.

Under the canopy of stars, the soft glow of moonlight illuminated the secluded beach, creating a picturesque scene that seemed straight out of a fairytale. Rafe had spared no expense in setting up the perfect evening for the two of you, and as you sat together on the blanket, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude.

"This is incredible," you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed tone as you took in the romantic atmosphere.

Rafe smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and excitement. "I wanted tonight to be special for us," he admitted, his hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

As you leaned into his touch, a warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore provided the perfect backdrop to your conversation, creating a serene ambiance that seemed to envelop the two of you in a world of your own.

For hours, you talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams as you reveled in the simple pleasure of each other's company. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each moment etching itself into your memory as you savored the fleeting beauty of the evening.

And as the hours slipped by and the stars danced overhead, you found yourself falling more deeply in love with Rafe than ever before. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of his embrace, you knew that this night would be one you would cherish for a lifetime.

As the evening progressed, Rafe reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a box of chocolate-covered strawberries, a mischievous glint in his eyes. With a playful smile, he offered one to you, holding it out with a flourish.

"Care for a strawberry?" he teased, his voice laced with laughter as he watched your reaction.

You chuckled, accepting the treat with a grin. "Don't mind if I do," you replied, taking a bite and savoring the sweet flavor as it melted on your tongue.

But instead of simply eating the strawberry, Rafe leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours as he fed you the remaining half. The gesture sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of desire that lingered long after the berry was gone.

After indulging in the chocolatey delights, you both decided to take a leisurely stroll along the shoreline, the cool sand soft beneath your feet. Hand in hand, you wandered along the water's edge, the gentle rhythm of the waves serenading you as you searched for seashells scattered along the beach.

As you and Rafe walked hand in hand along the beach, the soft glow of the moon illuminated the shoreline, casting a silver sheen upon the sand. The gentle lapping of the waves created a soothing soundtrack to your evening stroll, the rhythmic sound echoing in harmony with the beat of your hearts.

Beneath the starlit sky, you scanned the shoreline, your eyes alight with excitement as you searched for treasures hidden among the sand. With each step, you discovered a new shell or piece of sea glass, each one a tiny marvel of nature's handiwork.

Rafe's laughter mingled with yours as you raced to scoop up the most beautiful shells, your fingers brushing against the smooth, iridescent surfaces. Occasionally, you would stop to examine a particularly intricate specimen, marveling at the delicate patterns etched into its surface.

As you continued your exploration, you shared stories and secrets, your voices blending with the sound of the ocean as you wove your way through the moonlit landscape. With each shared moment, the bond between you grew stronger, a silent promise of love and companionship that stretched out into the vast expanse of the night.

And as you reached the end of your journey, your pockets filled with treasures from the sea, you knew that this night would be etched forever in your memory, a precious moment of connection and joy shared between two souls lost in the magic of the moonlit beach.

As Rafe stumbled through the crowded room, his senses dulled by the alcohol and drugs coursing through his veins, he felt as though he were drowning in a sea of faces. The music pounded in his ears, each beat a relentless reminder of the chaos consuming his mind.

Shoving past strangers, he fought to escape the suffocating confines of the party, his chest heaving with exertion as he finally burst through the door and into the cool night air. Gasping for breath, he collapsed to his knees, the hard ground unforgiving beneath him.

With trembling hands, he pressed against the earth, his fingers digging into the sand as if seeking some anchor in the midst of his turmoil. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drumbeat that echoed in the silence of the night.

Gazing up at the vast expanse of stars stretching across the sky, Rafe felt a sense of overwhelming insignificance wash over him. The universe seemed to stretch out endlessly before him, a stark reminder of the vastness of existence and the smallness of his own troubles.

But amidst the vastness of the cosmos, his thoughts were consumed by one singular presence, one name that echoed in the recesses of his mind. He closed his eyes, willing himself to find solace in the memory of you, imagining you somewhere out there, beneath the same starry sky.

As he lay there, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, he whispered your name into the night, a silent plea for forgiveness, for redemption, for a chance to find his way back to you. But the stars remained indifferent to his plight, their silent witness offering no answers, no solace, only the cold embrace of the infinite.

As Rafe knelt there in the sand, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of the shell bracelet adorning his wrist, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over him. The delicate shells, each one a testament to the cherished memories you had shared together, seemed to whisper your name in the gentle rustle of the ocean breeze.

A single tear welled up in the corner of his eye, reflecting the faint glow of moonlight above. With a trembling hand, he brushed it away, his heart heavy with the weight of longing and regret.

"Y/N," he murmured, the sound barely audible above the soft lapping of the waves. It was a prayer, a plea whispered into the night, a desperate call into the void in hopes of reaching you, wherever you may be.

In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of his own unraveling, Rafe found himself clinging to the fragile thread of connection that bound him to you, a thread woven from the memories of love and loss, of laughter and tears.

As he sat there, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder if somewhere out there, beneath the same sky, you too were feeling the echoes of his silent plea, the whisper of his name carried on the winds of fate.

6 weeks earlier

The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. Rafe stirred, his eyes blinking open as he was gently roused from sleep. The sight that greeted him stole his breath away.

There you were, nestled against him, your head resting on his chest, your features softened in the gentle light. He couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with a rush of affection as he drank in the sight of you.

Your hand, fingers entwined with the fabric of his shirt, lay lightly against his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. The rhythmic pattern of your breathing was a comforting melody, a reminder of the peace that enveloped them in this quiet moment.

As he lay there, watching you sleep, he found himself overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Gratitude, for the simple yet profound beauty of having you by his side. Wonder, at the depths of his feelings for you, deeper than he had ever dared to imagine. And above all, a fierce, unyielding love that filled his heart to the brim.

Gently, so as not to disturb your peaceful slumber, he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch feather-light against your skin. In the soft morning light, you looked like a vision, a breathtaking masterpiece painted by the hand of the dawn.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as he drank in the sight of you, committing every detail to memory. In that quiet, intimate space, he felt a sense of belonging, a certainty that in this moment, everything was as it should be.

With a tender smile playing on his lips, Rafe leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his heart overflowing with love for the sleeping beauty in his arms. And as he held you close, he knew, deep in his soul, that he would cherish this moment for all eternity.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, Rafe marveled at its silky texture, each strand gliding smoothly between his fingertips. The gentle rhythm of his movements mirrored the peaceful cadence of your breathing, creating a harmonious symphony in the quiet of the morning.

Your hair, a cascade of soft waves that framed your face, was a testament to your natural beauty. Each strand seemed to shimmer in the soft morning light, a radiant halo that surrounded you in an ethereal glow.

As his hand traced the contours of your hair, he marveled at its softness, the delicate strands yielding to his touch with a gentle resilience. It was a tactile pleasure, the sensation of your hair sliding through his fingers sending a shiver of warmth down his spine.

With each stroke, he reveled in the intimacy of the moment, the simple act of running his hand through your hair a tender expression of his love and affection. In this quiet sanctuary, surrounded by the gentle embrace of dawn, he felt a profound sense of connection to you, as though the threads of your hair were woven into the fabric of his very being. Lost in the softness of your hair, Rafe found solace in the simple pleasure of your presence, each stroke a silent prayer of gratitude for the precious moments they shared together.

As you slowly fluttered your eyes open, the warmth of the morning sun gently coaxing you from your slumber, you found yourself greeted by the soft gaze of Rafe. His eyes, tender and full of affection, lingered on your face as you began to stir, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you gradually gained awareness of your surroundings, the gentle rustle of the sheets and the comforting weight of Rafe's arm around you grounding you in the present moment. With each passing second, consciousness slowly seeped back into your senses, the world around you coming into sharper focus.

Peering up at Rafe, his features softened by the morning light, you couldn't help but return his gaze, a curious expression dancing in your eyes as you sought to understand the tenderness in his gaze.

"What's on your mind?" you asked, your voice still laced with traces of sleep, a soft murmur that filled the air between you. It was a simple question, born out of a desire to bridge the gap between your dreams and the waking world, to connect with the man whose presence filled your heart with warmth.

Rafe's shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he met your gaze. "Just enjoying the view," he replied softly, his voice carrying a warmth that mirrored the morning sun filtering through the window. "You always look so peaceful when you sleep."

His words, spoken with a tenderness that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, filled the space between you with a quiet intimacy. A soft hum escaped your lips in response, a blush tinting your cheeks as you shifted slightly under his gaze. The warmth of his words enveloped you, casting a tender glow over the morning and deepening the connection between you. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with unspoken sentiments and the gentle cadence of two hearts beating in harmony.

You scanned the room, a sense of urgency creeping into your movements as you searched for your phone. Sitting up, you turned to Rafe, your voice tinged with a hint of concern as you asked, "Rafe, do you know what time it is?"

Rafe, puzzled by your sudden urgency, furrowed his brow slightly before responding, "Um, I'm not sure. Why do you need to know?"

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally found your phone, swiftly checking the time. Upon seeing it, you jumped out of bed in a rush, frantically searching for your scattered belongings. Rafe's voice, filled with concern, broke through your frantic movements as he asked, "What's going on, Y/N?"

You paused for a moment, meeting Rafe's gaze with a hint of apology in your eyes. "I need to pack before I leave," you explained, your tone tinged with urgency.

Rafe's expression darkened, a furrow forming between his brows as he questioned you. "What do you mean? Where are you going?" he asked, a note of concern creeping into his voice.

Your sigh is heavy with resignation as you repeat yourself. "I told you last night. I'm leaving." Rafe's eyes widen in disbelief, his expression shifting from confusion to concern.

"I didn't think you were serious," he admits, his voice tinged with regret.

As you continue to pack with urgency, Rafe's internal turmoil is evident in his tense posture. He wants nothing more than to stop you in your tracks, to plead with you to stay, but he finds himself frozen in place, unable to act as he watches you gather your things. The sight of you tossing in clothes and small gifts from him into your bag feels like a punch to Rafe's gut. Each item is a painful reminder of the moments you shared together, now being packed away as if they never happened.

Rafe clears his throat, his eyes fixed on your busy figure. "Y/N, why are you leaving? Did I do something wrong?" His words hang in the air, heavy with fear and uncertainty.

You pause for a moment, your fingers still entangled in your shirt as you turn to face him. "No, Rafe, it's not that," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just need to go, to figure things out on my own."

Rafe's eyes bore into yours with a look of understanding, even as he struggled to come to terms with your decision to leave. "I'm sorry I couldn't be what you needed, Y/N," he said softly.

You knew Rafe had a lot on his mind, but you couldn't seem to shake the feeling that there was something else he wanted to say. You paused in your packing, watching him closely, when he spoke up again.

"Before you go, can we talk for a moment?" he asked, hope evident in his voice.

You nodded slowly, placing your bag down by the door and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Rafe took a deep breath, trying to find the right words as he sat down beside you. "I know things didn't work out the way we hoped, Y/N," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "But I want to thank you for everything. The memories we shared will always hold a special place in my heart."

You offered a small smile, feeling a sense of sadness and understanding wash over you. "I'll never forget the moments we shared either, Rafe," you replied softly, your voice heavy with emotion. As you spoke, you found yourself reaching out to take Rafe's hand, the warmth of his skin grounding you in the present moment.

As your eyes locked, Rafe squeezed your hand softly, his thumb stroking the back of your palm in a comforting manner. In that moment, everything seemed to fade away, and you felt yourself being pulled into his gaze. His eyes were dark and intense, captivating you in a way that you never quite understood.

"I don't want you to leave," Rafe murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't force you to stay either."

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat almost unbearable. You wanted to stay, you really did. But you knew deep down that you needed to go, to explore the places where your curiosity tugged at your heartstrings.

You pulled your hand away gently, feeling a pang of regret as you stood up. Rafe watched you in silence, a hint of sadness becoming evident in his expression. You knew you had to go, but it would be a lie to say that you didn't feel the weight of leaving him behind. As you gathered your bag, Rafe stood up as well, his voice gentle as he said, "I'll walk you out."

Rafe walks silently with you through the chateau's hallways. The tension between you two is palpable, the air thick with emotion. You both hold back tears as you reach the front door. With shaking hands, you pull the door open, ready to leave.

As you step out into the bright sunshine, an unexpected wave of emotion hits you, making you turn back to face Rafe. You can feel the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you look at him for the last time. Rafe smiles at you, his eyes sad yet understanding, and you realize that you will always cherish the memories you made together.

"Goodbye, Rafe," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe steps out of the chateau with you, watching as you put your things in the car. His eyes never leave you, tracing every movement you make with a hint of sorrow. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions that are raging inside you. This is it, you think, this is really happening.

The sound of Rafe's voice snaps you out of your reverie, his words tinged with melancholy. "Will we see each other again?" he asks. You turn to look at him, taking in his pained expression.

You look at Rafe, feeling the weight of his words, and for a moment, you're lost for words. You know that the chances of seeing him again are slim as you have a lot of things to sort out with your life first. You firmly nod your head before whispering your response, "I don't know, Rafe. But I promise to keep in touch." You walked towards him, wrapping your arms as tightly as you could around his neck. The embrace was reassuring, and you both pulled away at the same time- a faint smile shared between you- before you turned to leave.

You start walking back to your car, aware of Rafe's eyes on you, but you don't dare look back. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, the emotions still raw and fresh, and it's hard to keep the tears at bay. You get into your car, start the engine and take a deep breath. As you're reversing out of the driveway, you finally glance in the rearview mirror, seeing Rafe's silhouette fade into the distance. A bittersweet feeling lingers in your chest, and you silently vow to keep in touch with him, no matter where life takes you.

You turn your eyes back to the road, trying to clear your mind of the emotions that have consumed you. But as you drive on, snippets of your memories with Rafe keep flooding your mind. The warmth of his embrace, the sound of his laugh, the way he made you feel ─ all of it is still so fresh.

The car ride feels like an eternity, each mile taking you farther away from the place you once called home, from the person who had captured your heart. You try to focus on the road ahead, but your mind keeps drifting back to Rafe, to the moments you shared, to the words left unsaid.

As you drive, the memories of your time together play like a movie in your mind. The laughter, the tears, the late-night conversations ─ they all swirl together, a kaleidoscope of emotions that threatens to overwhelm you. You find yourself reaching for the radio, anything to drown out the memories that threaten to consume you.

But even as the music fills the car, you can't escape the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, the ache of leaving someone behind. You try to push it aside, to focus on the road ahead, but it's no use. Rafe's presence lingers in the air, a ghost haunting your every thought.

As Rafe sits in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel, he can't shake the feeling of emptiness that washes over him. He looks out at the grand facade of the chateau, the place where you once lived, where you shared moments both joyful and heart-wrenching.

Memories flood his mind, the laughter that echoed through the halls, the quiet moments spent together, the love that once filled the air. But now, all that remains is an eerie silence, a stark reminder of the absence of your presence.

Rafe's gaze lingers on the familiar sight, his heart heavy with longing. He knows that you're gone, that you've left this place behind, but he can't help but feel a sense of loss, as if a piece of him went with you.

He takes a deep breath, trying to push aside the ache in his chest. The realization hits him that he may never see you again, that you've embarked on a journey without him. But even as he grapples with the reality of your absence, he can't deny the lingering feeling of your presence, as if you're still there, just out of reach.

With a heavy heart, Rafe tears his gaze away from the chateau, knowing that it's time to move forward, to let go of the past and embrace whatever the future may hold. But as he drives away, a part of him remains tethered to that place, to the memories of you that will forever haunt him.

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As weeks pass, life moves forward, albeit with a lingering sense of emptiness for Rafe. On a bright and crisp morning, Rafe finds himself at the golf course, a place where he often retreats to clear his mind and escape the weight of his thoughts.

With his trusted friend Topper by his side, they stroll along the lush green fairways, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves. The sun casts a golden hue over the landscape, casting long shadows that dance across the grass.

Despite the picturesque surroundings, Rafe's mind is elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of you and the memories you shared. He swings his club with practiced ease, the rhythmic motion offering a fleeting distraction from the ache in his heart.

Topper, ever the loyal companion, tries to lift Rafe's spirits with lighthearted banter and playful jabs, but the weight of Rafe's sorrow is palpable. They share a few laughs, but underneath it all, there's a sense of melancholy that hangs in the air.

As they make their way through the course, Rafe finds himself lost in thought, his mind wandering back to moments spent with you, the laughter, the love, the bittersweet memories that refuse to fade.

But even as he grapples with the pain of your absence, Rafe knows that life must go on. With each swing of his club, he's reminded that there's still hope for the future, that perhaps one day, the ache in his heart will heal, and he'll find peace once more.

The bev cart girl approaches Rafe and Topper with a warm smile, her voice cheery as she offers them drinks. Topper, quick to respond, places an order without hesitation, but Rafe's attention drifts elsewhere.

Confusion furrows his brow as he looks around, searching for JJ who should have been the one handling this task. The absence of his friend weighs heavily on his mind, a reminder of the changes that have taken place in their lives since you left.

"Hey, where's JJ?" Rafe asks, his tone tinged with concern as he turns back to the bev cart girl, hoping for an explanation. The thought of JJ not being around raises questions in his mind.

The bev cart girl's bubbly demeanor falters for a moment as she registers Rafe's question. She shifts uncomfortably before offering a tentative response.

"Um, I heard he had some family stuff going on," she says, her tone uncertain as if she's unsure of the exact details herself. "But he just said it was time for a change, you know?"

Rafe nods slowly, a mixture of concern and understanding clouding his features. The news of JJ quitting catches him off guard, leaving him with a sense of unease about the changes happening around him. He exchanges a quick glance with Topper, both silently processing the unexpected turn of events.

As the realization dawns on Rafe, a tinge of confusion and anger stirs within him. He pieces together the fact that JJ's sudden departure likely coincided with yours, and the thought sends a sharp pang through his heart.

The idea of you leaving the island with JJ instead of him ignites a whirlwind of emotions within Rafe. Anguish, jealousy, and a profound sense of loss swirl together, threatening to overwhelm him. He clenches his jaw, trying to push down the surge of hurt and resentment that bubbles up inside him.

Turning away from the bev cart girl, Rafe forces himself to focus on the task at hand. He nods curtly, declining the offer for drinks, his mind now consumed by thoughts of you and JJ. Deep down, he knows he shouldn't let himself dwell on what might have been, but the ache in his chest refuses to subside.

Topper observes the sudden shift in Rafe's mood, sensing the weight of his unspoken thoughts. Concern flickers across his features as he notices Rafe's unease. "Hey, man, you alright?" he asks, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Rafe's mind is already racing, grappling with the implications of JJ's departure. He doesn't waste a moment in voicing his suspicions. "Do you think it's weird that JJ coincidentally left right after Y/N did?" he questions, his tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and longing.

Topper's eyebrows knit together in thought as he considers Rafe's question. "Yeah, it does seem a bit strange," he admits, his voice lowered to match Rafe's intensity. "But maybe it's just a coincidence, you know?"

Despite Topper's attempt to rationalize the situation, Rafe can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at him. The timing of JJ's departure feels too convenient, too closely intertwined with your own exit from the island. As he wrestles with his emotions, Rafe can't help but wonder if there's more to the story than meets the eye.

Rafe's mind races with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. His heart clenches with the realization that JJ might have left the island with you, a thought that fills him with a potent mix of jealousy and regret.

"I don't know, man," Rafe mutters, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "It just feels… off, you know?"

Topper nods in understanding, his expression mirroring Rafe's concern. "Yeah, I get what you mean," he replies, his tone sympathetic. "But maybe there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. We shouldn't jump to conclusions."

Despite Topper's attempt to soothe his friend's worries, Rafe can't shake the feeling of unease that grips him. His thoughts drift back to you, the memory of your departure still fresh in his mind. He wonders where you are now, what you're doing, and whether you're happy.

As the weight of his emotions threatens to overwhelm him, Rafe takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the uncertainty that lies ahead. Whatever the truth may be, one thing remains clear: he can't let go of the lingering hope that one day, he'll see you again. And when that day comes, he'll be ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, if only to find closure and peace in your absence.

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author's note!!!: soo we finally made it here and i want to thank everyone for their immense love and support for this series. i have a special place in my heart for this series, so with that being said, the story must go on!! i will be releasing a sequel of this story, taking you on an even BIGGER journey with y/n and rafe. thank you so much for the love again, and i can't wait for you to get to read series two!!

[serapharua]

ENHYPEN as HYBRIDS . . !

enhypen ot7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff hybrid au — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : nope.

note: help from my friends with this!

HEESEUNG — as deer hybrid

Deer hybrids exude natural elegance, and agility. They may have little antlers or nubs that develop throughout specific seasons. They have pointed ears that can twitch or swivel, indicating sensitivity to sound and contributing to their alert, attentive disposition. Large, expressive eyes with a doe-like characteristic that lends them an innocent appearance. They have a small, fluffy tail that may quiver when they are curious or eager.

As a deer hybrid, Heeseung would have a peaceful personality, radiating calm and steadfastness. He'd be perceptive and attentive, often pausing to carefully evaluate his surroundings before speaking or acting and when he did express his ideas, they'd be full of depth, as if he'd carefully picked every word.

In social circumstances, Heeseung is more likely to be a listener, seeing things that others may overlook. He'd be attentive, detecting subtle emotions and responding with a soft, soothing presence. Nonetheless, he'd have a playful side, letting his guard down among those he trusted, offering a warm smile or a lighthearted taunt. As a deer hybrid, his disposition would be a lovely blend of calm strength, sensitivity, and subtle charm.

JAY — as hawk hybrid

Hawk hybrids have stunning eyes in amber or gold, which reflect their keen vision and attentiveness. Their skin often has feather-like markings that resemble hawk feathers, giving them an interesting appearance, and they usually have gorgeous wings that add to their regal presence. Hawk hybrids are known for their intelligence and observational skills. They have a natural confidence, often taking on leadership responsibilities and encouraging people around them. Though they are very independent, they’re also just as loyal.

As a hawk hybrid, Jay’s personality would be a mix of confidence, intelligence, and independence. He’d be observant, quickly assessing situations and adapting to challenges with ease.

He would also have a loyal and empathetic side, always ready to defend and support his friends and loved ones. His independent spirit would drive him to seek adventure and new experiences, thriving in situations that test his limits.

JAKE — as wolf hybrid

Wolf hybrids are a mix of wildness and loyalty. They are physically strong and have strong builds. They have canine features like elongated teeth, wolf-like ears, and a tail. Overall, wolf hybrids would combine strength, loyalty, and instinct, making them both formidable and endearing companions.

Though Jake can be very protective with those he loves, he also has a playful energy to him. He has very expressive eyes that reflect his emotions and a charismatic smile that draws people in. He enjoys playful banter and brings positivity to those around him.

He’s very in tune with people's emotions; he knows when someone might need a listening ear or even some space. He becomes the foundation in friend groups. Overall, as a wolf hybrid, Jake would embody a perfect blend of strength, loyalty, and charisma, making him a beloved companion and a natural leader.

SUNGHOON — as snow leopard hybrid

Similar to deer hybrids, snow leopard hybrids have this peaceful and elegant charm to them. They have an Agile build marked with striking spotted patterns. They have feline ears and long limbs. Their eyes are bright and icy.

Sunghoon has a calm confidence that follows him everywhere. His icy eyes show curiosity and a keen sense of awareness. He’s gentle yet assertive. Like Jay, he also has a thoughtful approach to things and is fiercely loyal to his friends and family.

He can navigate through different social situations easily, blending seamlessly in. He has a playful side as well, reveling a spontaneous spirit when having fun with friends, lighting the mood with his charm.

SUNOO — as fox hybrid

Fox hybrids are both playful and cunning. Physically they are on the more slender and agile side. they have pointy ears and a bushy tail. Fox hybrids are very clever and can be quite tricky. Social and charismatic, they would easily make friends but also value their independence and moments of solitude.

Sunoo has infectious energy, and thrives on adventure. Socially he would be charismatic making it easy for others to approach him. He’s good at making others feel at ease and comfortable. despite all of that he still craves alone time.

Beneath his playful exterior, Sunoo would be perceptive and resourceful, able to navigate challenges with clever solutions. Overall, as a fox hybrid, he would embody a delightful mix of charm, intelligence, and adventurous spirit, making him an enchanting presence in any setting.

JUNGWON — as panther hybrid

Panther hybrids have this mysterious vibe to them. Physically, they are powerful and have a sleek build. Their eyes are striking and intense in shades of green and gold. They move very fluidly and agilely.

Jungwon is both independent and loyal. He has a strong sense of self-reliance and will most likely take the lead in situations. though his natural leader ship wouldn’t get in the way of his love towards his friends and family. He is a reliable person to have as a friend.

Socially, Jungwon is observant and tends to sit back and listen well with his ears pinned to his head. He may appear reserved at first, but once you get through his wall, he’s one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. 

NIKI — as tiger hybrid

Tiger hybrids are quite powerful. physically, they have a robust build and distinctive stripes across them, vibrate oranges, white and blacks. their eyes amber or green reflects both warmth and ferocity.

Niki has a bold and adventurous spirit. he thrives on excitement and experiencing new things. He is still a cub, so even though when he’s fully grown he will be a strong leader, he definitely has that playful cub energy still.

He’s very energetic and makes their place feel very lively and warm. Overall, as a tiger hybrid, Niki would combine strength, loyalty, and charm, making him both an intriguing and dependable presence when he’ll need to be.

Word count : 985 | serapharua, 2024.

[lunarlianna]

Planets in the 11th house

The Eleventh House, often called the House of Friends, highlights the strength we find in connections. It's about the power of groups, clubs, and organizations that shape our lives. Within these circles, we discover our potential and grow into our true selves. This house also resonates with our dreams and hopes. It encourages us to envision and work towards our best selves. In the Eleventh House, Aquarius, Saturn, and Uranus reign.

The Sun: in the 11th house fuels a drive for elevating group goals, often leading you to influential friendships and a leadership role within communities. Your open-minded and responsible approach aims for positive change, driven by a desire to empower and uplift. Embrace your social influence, using it to make a meaningful impact on the world around you.

The Moon: in the 11th house often brings female friendships and a sense of security through group belonging. Your nurturing instincts find expression in humanitarian pursuits, valuing collective well-being over personal gain. Working for the group's benefit is fulfilling, driven by your empathy and responsiveness to others. Within your career, friendships play a crucial role, shaping opportunities and enduring beyond tasks. Prioritize a sense of belonging to nurture your emotional well-being, guarding against detachment from your feelings.

Mercury: in the 11th House bestows an ingenious, adaptable, and intellectual mind. Achievement revolves around mental prowess. Friendships, especially with younger individuals or diverse perspectives, energize you. You thrive as a communicator within groups, perhaps as a spokesperson or secretary. Your innovative problem-solving talents shine, but seeking intellectual nourishment from your community remains vital for your growth.

Venus: in the 11th House, your friendly and tactful nature attracts a circle of helpful friends. While your nurturing spirit enhances connections, ensure self-care isn't compromised. You radiate grace in group settings, enjoying diverse activities and fostering ease. Your allure for the unique draws you to like-minded souls, creating a harmonious social presence.

Mars: in the 11th House ignites strong desires and leadership qualities, magnetizing energetic and enterprising friendships. Use caution in choosing the right companions, as you may give too much or inadvertently exploit. Active engagement in group pursuits suits you, inclining towards leadership roles. Your loyal and dynamic nature often makes you the go-to friend, embodying the role of the supportive leader within your circle.

Jupiter: in the 11th House, you thrive through social networks and group dynamics, finding success in business and leadership roles. Your charisma and global outlook make you a natural influencer. While your altruistic drive is commendable, keep aspirations within reach, allowing your positive impact to flourish among friends and the community.

Saturn: in the 11th House brings enduring acquaintances and a sense of duty to purposeful groups. You're drawn to serious connections and work diligently for collective goals, often with limited personal recognition. Patience and hard work lead to later rewards. While feeling distinct might bring challenges, value your unique essence without isolating yourself. Prioritize quality over quantity, nurturing close bonds while overcoming the fear of exclusion.

Uranus: in the 11th House signifies intuitive originality and a strong creative streak, driven by humanitarian ideals. Unconventional friendships with like-minded individuals are common, though you may seem aloof at times. Your rebellious spirit and reformative tendencies stand out, advocating constructive change. Embrace your unique essence, attracting those who resonate with your radical perspectives. Your path is meant to diverge from the ordinary, inspiring transformation.

Neptune: in the 11th House can blur boundaries between self and group, seeking acceptance and compassion within collective ideals. While enjoying group immersion, remember the distinct energy it holds. Your dual nature lets you perceive hidden dynamics, even amid the allure of unity. Empathy guides you, understanding the fine balance between individuality and collective purpose. Cultivate healthy boundaries to avoid being exploited while staying true to your compassionate connections.

Pluto: in the 11th House grants keen awareness of power dynamics within groups, triggering a cautious approach. Sensing motivations and avoiding exploitation becomes second nature. While this can be draining, it shapes a close-knit circle of trusted friends. You may shy away from institutions or new acquaintances due to trust issues. Reconnect with your heart, embrace your uniqueness, and nurture genuine connections that rekindle your spirit.

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Rrecently, I've found a mod that replaces the hippogriff models with dragons.

And it got me thinking. 👀 HLC reacting to MC chasing Hogwarts Express on a dragon at the start of their 6th or 7th year? :D (let's assume Fig survived and could see it ; ; Sharp's reaction will be golden and I can't even begin to think what Black would've said seeing this from atop of the tower!).

A/N: MORE DRAGONS!

HLC REACT TO SEEING MC RIDING A DRAGON

If everyone thought MCs arrival to Hogwarts was dramatic in their fifth year, it was nothing compared to their 7th. While most students arrived via the Hogwarts Express or private carriage, MC preferred a more...epic approach.

They had raised a Hebridean Black from an egg, and trained it to be their most loyal companion. MC flew over the Hogwarts Express. They waved at the students inside, and their dragon roared as it flew past.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He watches MC fly by with a smile on his face. You can't get any grander than arriving to school on the back of a dragon. He wonders if he can get a ride sometime.

OMINIS GAUNT: A first year nearly knocks the book he's holding out of his hand as they rush to the window to watch MC. He thought he had a room to himself, but kids on the other side of the train wanted to see whatever was out the window. He heard them 'ooo' and 'awe' over the dragon and the person atop it. He could take a wild guess who they were talking about.

ANNE SALLOW: She's right up against the window in awe of the site right along with the first years. She tells them that the person on the dragon is the hero of Hogwarts, guardian of the valley. They're legendary!

IMELDA REYES: Oh hell no! MC wasn't taking anymore flying credit than they already had. She gets her broom out of her trunk and jumps out the window. She flies out to MC and taunts them into a race to the castle.

NATSAI ONAI: That's her best friend. She's proud to be one of the few people that can say that. It's downright inspirational watching MC fly their dragon towards the castle as the sun falls below the horizon. Their last year at Hogwarts is bound to be their best.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He waves enthusiastically from the train at MC. He gloats to any passenger within earshot that he knows that dragon rider.

LEANDER PREWETT: MC this. MC that. He was sick to death of hearing about how great they were. No, he's not jealous. Stop asking.

AMIT THAKKAR: He takes out his pocket telescope to get a good look at the dragon and it's rider. He didn't even know MC had a dragon, let alone one they could tame.

EVERETT CLOPTON: Jaw slacked he watches MC until they're out of sight. In just 2 years, they went from barely surviving a dragon attack to raising and taming a dragon. Was there anything they couldn't do?

POPPY SWEETING: She gasps and plasters herself to the window. She didn't know MC's dragon training was ready for riding. Why didn't they invite her? She sad.

ELEAZAR FIG: He's at Hogsmeade station with a few of the other professors to help sort the students on arrival. MC has told him about the dragon but not about riding. He's astonished. He watches in awe and waves back when MC waves at him.

AESOP SHARP: The dragon roar makes him jump a little, but when he sees someone on its back, he knew it could only be one person. He rolls his eyes and pockets his wand. One more year. He only has to deal with them for one more year. He gives professor Fig a deadpan glare. Why does he encourage this?

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: He sips his tea and looks out his office window, seeing the white steam from the train arriving at Hogsmeade. Another year of dealing with underaged wizardry. Huzzah. If the status of being headmaster of Hogwarts wasn't so lucrative to his resume, he would- WHOOSH!

His inner thoughts are interrupted by a large flying beast zooming past so quickly that it nearly rattles the windows out of place. He fumbles his tea and spills it all down his front. His eye twitches. This job was going to be the death of him.

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Being best friends with ⚔ Daemon Targaryen would include

Feel free to message me if you have a request.

- You and Daemon have known each other since childhood, growing up together in the halls of the Red Keep.

- Despite coming from different backgrounds, you formed a strong bond based on mutual respect and

- Daemon trusts you with his deepest secrets and vulnerabilities, knowing that you will always have his back no matter what.

- You serve as his sounding board and voice of reason, offering guidance and support in times of need.

- You and Daemon often embark on daring adventures and mischievous escapades, seeking thrill and excitement in the world beyond the walls of King's Landing.

- Your friendship is filled with laughter and camaraderie, as you share inside jokes and create unforgettable memories together.

- In times of war and turmoil, you stand by Daemon's side as a loyal companion and steadfast ally, ready to fight for his cause and defend his honor.

- Your unwavering loyalty is a testament to the strength of your friendship, bound by blood and loyalty forged in fire.

- You and Daemon have deep, meaningful conversations late into the night, discussing life, love, and the weight of their responsibilities.

- Your friendship is built on a foundation of honesty and trust, allowing you to open up to each other without fear.

- As Daemon faces challenges and obstacles in his path, you offer unwavering support and encouragement, believing in his abilities and determination to succeed.

- Your presence in his life is a source of strength and comfort, reminding him that he is never alone in his struggles.

- Through the highs and lows of life in Westeros, your bond with Daemon remains unbreakable, a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty and betrayal.

- Your friendship is a rare treasure in a world filled with deceit and treachery, a reminder that true loyalty and companionship can withstand the test of time.

I hope you enjoy these headcanons for being best friends with Daemon Targaryen!