#beautiful melodies found in the most unique places

[toiletpotato]

I need to listen to more Boyz II Men because what I've heard from them (the Psych theme song and Beauty School Dropout from Grease Live) has been very enjoyable!!

[incognit0slut]

Right Kind of Wrong (2)

She never thought she’d be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Spencer’s late-night endeavor is teased as a new case arises. wc: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ content, graphic detail of murder

A/n: thank you for all the love it’s very much appreciated! also i want to remind you that this will be a long series, but if you like a murder mystery with a hint of humor and smut, then by all means please continue :3

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

BEING CALLED IN AT NIGHT WAS SOMETHING SPENCER WAS USED TO. It was part of his job. The moment he accepted to be part of the Behavior Analysis Unit at Quantico, he knew the downside of it all. The long hours and pressure to perform the job while working with some of the most dangerous and violent individuals could potentially affect him physically and mentally.

But above all that, he always looked at the bigger picture. His job was to bring justice by catching all the perpetrators of each crime he was assigned with. It was a very dangerous job yet he couldn't imagine his life without lending in his time and intelligence to catch the 'bad guys on the loose'—as Garcia would often put it. So having his dearest friend call him at two o'clock in the morning was something that occasionally occurred. He really didn't mind it.

Until tonight.

For the first time in his eleven years working as an FBI agent, Spencer wished the bad news could wait at least in the morning. By then he would have more time to spend his night with the most irresistible woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He shook his head. Guilt was a complex, powerful emotion and it was what he was feeling right now. A dead body was found and all he could think about was the beautiful stranger who was now more than an enigma than she ever was. Even when he had seen her in her barest form, tucked underneath his warm body. Even when his hands had roamed around every corner of her luscious curves, her desperate moan sounded like the most beautiful melody to his ears.

God, he needed a drink. No, not alcohol, he wasn't one to drink liquor anyway. Well, excluding a few hours ago when sitting all alone waiting for his friends without holding any type of alcoholic drink seemed rather uncommon. He was already feeling out of place the moment he entered the dimly lit bar, his eyes scanning for any familiar faces but being greeted by none.

So ordering a bottle of cold beer seemed ideal as he sat by the bar on his own. He didn't even drink the whole liquid, merely gulping a sip or two before it became a mere prop for blending in with the crowd.

If it wasn’t for Garcia coaxing him into joining her and the girls for a night out in the city, Spencer would still be at the office, his nose buried in the paperwork he needed to finish. But Penelope Garcia was a force not to be underrated. She had a way with words and persuasion, thus Spencer found himself agreeing to spend the night with his peers.

Besides, he enjoyed being around them. He considered the people he worked with as more than mere colleagues. He had spent so much time with them that the bond developed was incredibly special and strong. He considered them as a sort of dysfunctional family in some ways, but it was a family nonetheless. It was a very unique relationship and a special one that he took pride in working with and he was very grateful to be a part of it.

But it didn't stop him from being mad at the fact they had bailed on him at the very last minute.

Fine—a little bit mad. They all seemed to have good excuses for their sudden absence. JJ had to drive back home for her sick son, Prentiss was called back into the office by their unit chief Hotch, and Garcia... well, her answer was pretty vague. All she had said over her frantic call was, "I'm so sorry, boy genius, I need to take a rain check tonight. I'll call you later!"

Then Spencer found himself in a situation he would never imagine being, sitting by himself at the most sociable place he could ever think of.

He needed to leave. The music bouncing over the stereo suddenly sounded too loud, and even though there weren't too many people inside the place, it was still enough to make his demeanor shut down from the several conversations floating in the air.

And don't get him started on the number of pathogens clinging to every nook and corner of this place. He shuddered at that thought as he once again wiped down the bar surface with another pile of napkins he requested from the bartender, who by the looks of it, was starting to eye him with annoyance.

A man suddenly pushed him from behind and went on his way without apologizing. Spencer made a mental note to never agree to another social request without a companion at his arrival. He was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

His fingers hastily tightened around the strap of his bag, ready to flee the scene when a sudden faint scent of chocolate fluttered through his nose.

Delicious, mouth-watering chocolate.

Spencer had always been conscious of his surroundings. The nerves in his brain would work their way into absorbing all kinds of entities that triggered his senses, and chocolate was a scent he could easily make out.

Chocolate smelled like... well, heaven. It had a sweet, decadent scent that was just divine, triggering all sorts of happy, positive emotions and reactions. He could point out a lot of facts about why roasted cocoa could trigger serotonin throughout one's body, but his brain was too busy trying to pinpoint the source of its scent.

Then he felt movement to his right and the scent lingered around the air like a delicious blanket coating his senses. And there she was—looking divinely gorgeous like heaven on a pair of legs.

Spencer knew there was no singular answer to describe one's beauty, as beauty was subjective and could be defined differently by each person. He also considered himself being very old-school as he perceived beauty through kindness and intelligence. Yet he was still a hot-blooded man and he wasn't going to lie; the woman sitting in front of him was physically attractive and pleasing to the eye.

The way her eyes lit up as they settled on him tightened the knot in his stomach. He might not have much experience with the opposite sex, but he knew when one was interested in his presence, and with that thought in mind he felt rather pleased and flattered.

His eyes roamed around her features; her glazed eyes, her high cheekbones, the delicate shape of her nose, and her plump lips that seemed to look so soft. It wasn't until later in the night he came to the conclusion that they were much softer than they looked. Because tasting her mouth was completely different than simply staring at it.

Spencer didn't know how touch-starved he was until he pressed his lips onto hers, lips that were incredibly soft yet turned every inch of his body very hard. He felt immensely dizzy with need as he nipped her bottom lip, feeling intoxicated each time she squirmed in his arms, her soft body pressing against him, making it more and more difficult to clear his mind with her hands between his legs—

"Late night?"

Spencer looked up. He could feel the blush creeping along his cheeks as if being caught having these inappropriate thoughts. Derek Morgan stood by his side, eying the amount of sugar stashed into the cup of coffee in his hand. To be fair, he really did need something that could wake him up and break him from going down memory lane again.

"Very," he murmured. He proceeded by mixing his caffeine with a spoon, unaware of how Morgan was watching him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"My man," Morgan teased. Spencer sensed the taunting edge in his voice and turned around.

On a normal occasion, he would deny the suggestive tone Morgan would often taunt. His friend had a way of teasing him in what seemed to be simply goodhearted banter. But Spencer wasn't exactly a good liar. He was already quite flustered by the topic of conversation and the moment he opened his mouth, he knew he would only make things worse.

So instead he kept his silence and sipped on his drink, ignoring the grin plastered on Morgan's face as if an epiphany had aroused him in his wake.

"My man," Morgan repeated, wrapping a playful arm around his shoulders. "What has kept the young Dr. Reid awake on this lovely night?"

He shoved his arm away. "I wouldn't consider myself youthful anymore."

Morgan snickered. "You're the baby of the team." Then to annoy him even further, he added, “Kid.”

"I'm thirty-six." Spencer frowned as they climbed their way toward the conference room. "You know, men in their mid-thirties have prefrontal cortexes that are fully developed and they have a lot more experience throughout their lives. Their body is also fully functional so they—I am most definitely a mature, fully grown adult."

"Do you know what else they say about men being in their thirties?" Morgan threw him another one of his grins. "A very high sex drive."

"Actually, studies show that 30% of healthy people aged between 65-74 still enjoy sexual intercourse weekly."

Morgan groaned. "Don't give me that mental image."

"Reid!"

The two men turned to see Garcia scurrying towards them. How she still conjured so much energy at this time of hour would always be a mystery to him. The determined look on her face reminded him of their last conversation on the phone and Spencer quickly turned away, walking into the empty conference room before sitting himself by the round table.

Noticing the weird interaction between his two friends, Morgan threw Garcia a questioning look. "What's going on?"

"Oh, I'll tell you what's going on." She hurriedly entered the room and grabbed the remote control sitting in the middle of the table. She poked Spencer with the device. "This boy right here decided he's too cool to hang out with us."

"Garcia, you're the one who bailed on me."

"So not the point," she deadpanned. "My question is, when are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend? I didn't even know you were dating."

Morgan's brows shot up as he took a seat beside him. "Girlfriend?"

Spencer looked down as she went on, "Imagine my surprise when he answered my call and there was a woman's voice in the background. At this hour."

Morgan laughed at her emphasis on the time because it was common knowledge only certain things happen this late. Especially with an alleged female company. "Really?"

Disliking the way he was thrown into the spotlight, Spencer leaned in his chair and crossed his arms defensively. "She's not my girlfriend."

That statement only raised their interest even further.

"Oh?" That was Morgan.

"You naughty minx." That was Garcia. "Since when have you been seeing her?"

Spencer had two options. He could ignore their curiosity and remain silent, or he could flat-out give them a lie. He looked between the interest on their face and decided he couldn't escape their probing curiosity, so he answered in a very low voice, "Tonight."

"Tonight?" Garcia asked in disbelief. "Wait—didn't you go to the bar earlier?"

"Yes, before everyone ditched me."

"Oh my god," Garcia squealed in surprise. "Dr. Reid, did you spend the night with a stranger?"

There was a long pause as the grip around his mug tightened. Morgan let out a choked laugh. "My man."

"Stop saying that," Spencer muttered, his lips inches away from his steaming cup.

"I can't believe this," Garcia gasped between her giggles, clearly fascinated by this new information. "Our resident boy genius is actually a Casanova in disguise."

"Who's a Casanova?"

The three of them turned to see Emily Prentiss walking into the room followed by a very curious David Rossi. His other colleagues clearly didn't hear the beginning half of their conversation and Spencer wanted to make sure it remained that way.

He casually took a sip of his drink and replied, "Giacomo Casanova. A famous Italian adventurer and author in the 18th century. He became famous for his often complicated and elaborate affairs with women."

Prentiss scoffed as she and Rossi sat down by the table. "I know who Casanova is, I'm asking who is a Casanova."

An awkward silence settled in the room. Spencer shifted in his seat. He really, really didn't want to deal with this. Spending a very intimate night with a stranger wasn't something he would like to discuss in front of his peers. Ever.

He could feel the heavy weight of everyone's eyes and the blush slowly creeping along his cheeks when Derek stepped in, giving the room one of his charming smiles. "We were talking about me."

"You?" Prentiss quirked one of her eyebrows in mocked surprise. "I don't think your girlfriend would be happy with that."

Morgan easily laughed. "We were discussing my old Casanova days."

"Yeah," Garcia interjected. "We were talking about how bad his choices of female friends were."

"Hey!"

"Until now." She gave him a toothy grin. "We love Savannah."

Morgan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He caught Spencer staring at him with a grateful smile and returned the gesture with an understanding nod. Spencer relaxed as the conversation rolled by and the topic of his secret escapade was long forgotten.

For now.

JJ, another member of the team, entered the room a few minutes later with a huge smile. Then the moment their unit chief, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, followed behind, everyone knew it was back to business.

Spencer placed his mug down on the table and focused his attention on the case at hand.

"Alright, so." Garcia pointed the remote towards the black screen and a moment later, gruesome pictures of a murder scene were presented in different angles. The picture of the male body covered in blood greeted them before a passport shot of a middle-aged man smiling happily at the camera was shown. "Fifty-six-year-old Kevin Marshall, a corporate lawyer, was found dead at his home by his secretary."

"At home?" Derek wondered. "Were there no security?"

"There was a sudden blackout going on in the neighborhood for about seven minutes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at that time of hour. His wife and kids were visiting her parents and Mr. Marshall was at home finishing some work. It wasn't later on when he didn't answer his calls that his secretary found him lying in his office with several stab wounds."

"Time of death?" JJ questioned.

"A quarter past midnight." Garcia clicked on her device before another detailed picture of the scene was zoomed in on the screen. "And this was found—no, carved on his back."

The picture had a clear shot of the wound on the victim's back, a sloppy carved-out handwriting slashed across his skin. Spencer narrowed his eyes. "Exodus 20:13," he read, his brain already discerning the meaning of the words. "Thou shalt not kill."

"Quite ironic, don't you think? Given the way the Unsub just brutally acted out his assault," Prentiss wondered out loud.

"The verse might actually tie with the murder into this god-given right for someone to bear arms. The Unsub probably feels justified in murdering the victim because he feels that this man is a sinner, thus he must kill him in the name of the Almighty."

"So, what? Are we looking for a religious vigilante?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Hotch looked over his team and assigned everyone their work. "Since the crime scene is a mere hour away, Morgan can investigate the crime scene with JJ. Reid, go with Rossi to check the autopsy report. Prentiss and I will be here for his family as they're flying straight from Michigan."

"What can I do to help, sir?"

Hotch gave Garcia a pointed look. "Find everything you can on Kevin Marshall. Bank accounts, purchase records, extended family, and also the people he worked with. Report to me when you find something suspicious. Anything."

"Right." She nodded. "Anything."

"And find any possible matches from old cases that have anything to do with carving on body parts. Solved or unsolved."

"Carving on body parts. Got it."

Everyone started scattering around the room, ready to start the investigation. And although his mind somehow drifted back to soft lips and the scent of sweet chocolate, Spencer pushed them away, gulping the last drip of the sweetest coffee he had ever made as if he was draining down all these inappropriate images running through his mind.

It was not the time.

>> NEXT PART

[dark-and-kawaii]

The Real Incubus

Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You help Haarlep in recalling their authentic identity and their original appearance, prior to their glamorized transformation to mimic Raphael's visage.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Haarlep is my ultimate comfort and I’ve been kinda down lately. Was in need of some sort of comfort, thus for bringing this to life. I hope you enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Soft Haarlep | A Touch Of Malevolent Haarlep | Comfort | Minor Angst | Biting | Minor Blood

As you straddled Haarlep in bed, you could feel their tail curling around your arm and pulling you closer. You leaned in, placing one hand on their hip and the other in their hair as your lips met. They were soft and warm, and you felt the tip of their tongue flicking across your lower lip.

“Haarlep,” you whispered, your fingertips exploring their- Raphael’s horns… The ridges and textures that should have been Haarlep's own. Each groove, each pointed tip, had been an echo of Raphael's form, “Try to remember your horns,” your voice a soft melody in the quiet room, “Think of how they curved or stood straight, unique to you, a crown suited only for you.”

Haarlep's eyes fluttered closed, their breath hitching for the first time ever as they concentrated on your fingers, on the words that were like keys to locked doors within their mind. The weight of Raphael's influence starting to lift, bit by bit, with each gentle touch.

Your hands glide down the wings which weren’t of theirs, the expansive red membranes that had been made to mimic Raphael's own; a cruel reminder of Haarlep’s captivity. “The shape of your wings were surely more magnificent than his…” your fingers caressing the inner part of their wings, “Remember their true form, the majesty that was stolen from you.”

Slowly, Haarlep's wings began to embrace you, wrapping around your entwined forms. It was a possessive gesture, one that hinted at the true nature of their being, a sign of what was hidden under the mask Raphael had forced them to wear.

Your hands slide up the sides of their chest, tracing the outlines of the veins. The tips of your fingers brushing over their skin. Haarlep arched their back, pressing into your touch. It was the most “human” motion they had made in a long time, a reminder that they were more than what Raphael had made them out to be.

Your hands moved to Haarlep’s face to pull them closer. Holding their face tenderly, you kiss their jaw gently, a touch filled with reassurance and an invitation to rediscover themself, “Try to remember your face, the stubble, perhaps?” You breathed between kisses, “Or maybe clean-shaven,” you mused, nipping lightly to elicit a moan from them.

With one last nip at their jaw, you let your hands slide down the muscular expanse of Haarlep’s chest, the body that had been used and abused for so long, even starved... “Remember your body…” you coaxed, your voice a velvet murmur, “The way it would move on its own as soon as it saw a pretty new victim. You were grace and temptation incarnate, not a mere echo of another.”

There was a shift then, a subtle change in the air as Haarlep's form seemed to waver, the imposed visage of Raphael's glamorized design quivering. The incubus’s eyes closed, brows furrowing in concentration, as if they were diving into the depths of their own soul to find what was lost.

You held them close, a beacon of belief and support, waiting for the moment when Haarlep would emerge not as the devil Raphael had shaped, but as the true incubus they were born to be, a creature of beauty and desire, of power and freedom. And in the intimate cocoon of Haarlep’s wings, you waited to see your unconventional lover's true self to awaken.

The warm brush of Haarlep's lips against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, and their hands, which had been resting on your thighs, now found your waist. There was a soft, amused chuckle as their fingers brushed against the hem of your nightgown.

“The scent of your arousal,” they purred, their hands moving down the front of your body, “And the taste of it running down my throat,” Haarlep’s mouth was hot, almost feverish against your neck, “is all I can think about, little dove.” You could feel their hands moving between your legs, could feel the pressure of their palms against you and the way their claws tore through the fabric of your thin panties.

As the remnants of the cloth were tossed aside, you could hear the faint hiss of their breath against your skin as the incubus took in the scent of your desire. The sharp edge of their fangs grazed against your pulse, the sensation sending a bolt of white-hot lust down your spine.

Their tail moved from your arm and curled around your leg, you could feel the tip sliding along your thigh before coming to rest against your entrance. Your hips bucking instinctively at the feeling of Haarlep’s fingers circling your sensitive little clit.

Haarlep’s eyes remained closed, lashes casting delicate shadows on the incubus’s cheeks, as if they were navigating through the darkness of their own lost memories. The sensation was foreign to them, this gentle encouragement to be no one but themself, to shed the layers of someone else's whims and reveal the core of their being.

"I- I want you to touch me how Haarlep would touch me, not Raphael…" You kissed their horns, a symbolic gesture to honor their identity, to coax out the soul of the incubus beneath the surface. "To feel your hands upon my skin, instead of his."

At your words, their breath grew deeper, a rhythmic pulse that resonated with the stirrings of their authentic self. The very air around you seemed to hum with the power of their awakening, the room charged with the magic of rediscovery. Each bite, each mark, they placed upon your skin was like a word in a long-forgotten language, now being spoken with tentative fluence.

The shadow of Raphael that had clung to Haarlep's form began to dissipate like mist at dawn's first light. A subtle coolness radiated from them, an ominous glow that seemed to come from within, illuminating the room.

As Haarlep's fingers delved between your folds, their true self emerged, and you were completely enraptured by such beauty.

“You belong to me, my fragile, little dove,” their voice, dark yet smooth like whisky as they hissed into your ear, "Entirely mine to claim, mine to savor, mine to ravage and shatter."

When Haarlep finally opened their eyes, they were not the eyes that mirrored Raphael's. They were deep and vast, eyes that could easily entrap someone. In those eyes, you saw the incubus Haarlep was meant to be; free from the chains of servitude, a creature of beauty and lust.

“Haarlep,” your voice barely above a whisper, “I’m all yours, please-“ your body was so eager to have them, to be filled, to be taken and ravished, by Haarlep’s real self your mind was dizzy with it. This was Haarlep, this was your incubus in all their glory, and your eyes pleaded with them to feast upon you.

The incubus released a chilling chuckle, a cacophony akin to the tolling of a death knell, "Have you fantasized of my true caress, of the ecstasy and torment I could truly bestow upon you?" Their talons, sharp and unyielding, traced a menacing path along the quivering flesh of your inner thighs.

This was them, the real Haarlep whom no longer existed under Raphael's or Mephistopheles’s rule. You were no longer protected by the devil known as Raphael, Haarlep was free to do as they pleased, to devour you, body and soul, until nothing remained. Yet you remained loyal to the creature, and your faith in them was unwavering.

Your back arched and a small whimper left your throat, and you found yourself nodding impatiently, “Y-yes, I-I- wanted this for so long, Haarlep. Wanted this for you for so long for you.” Your fingers were still cupped around their face, thumbs brushing the incubus's cheekbones, a touch that was more loving and tender than anything you had given Raphael.

Haarlep's smile twisted into a predatory sneer as they shifted you beneath them, their dominance undeniable. They hoisted one of your legs over their shoulder, the other imprisoned against their waist, "Then it shall be my dark delight to bestow upon you the agony you crave, my little dove.” Their tail wrapped around their cock, “until you're drowning in the very darkness you sought.” A fat member with ridges and veins that protruded, a shaft that throbbed, a thick head leaking precum, a weapon that had the capability to destroy your very sanity.

You gave a needy groan, and then gasped as they thrust inside, their cock spreading you open, forcing its way past the tight resistance of your pussy. Stretching and filling you so well, you felt beyond full. Haarlep was ruthless, driving themself deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left for them to go, and still, you yearned for more.

You threw your head back and gasped, moaning and biting back screams- they were so much bigger than Raphael’s cock.

"Do you think yourself safe, little dove?" They taunted, their sharp teeth leaving stinging trails across the tender skin of your throat, "Even if you scream, even if you beg, there will be no mercy, no escape."

In a single brutal movement, Haarlep bottomed out and you couldn't hold back the scream that ripped from your throat. You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, your whole body was burning up, the delicious heat spreading from your core all the way down to the tips of your toes.

You were helpless, writhing and mewling as Haarlep plowed into you, each thrust tearing your mind apart. The incubus was merciless, and all you could do was cling to them, nails raking down their back and wings as they pounded into you.

“You wanted this, you desired this, didn't you? To be claimed, to be ravaged by a real incubus- by the real me… Here I am.”

You could feel Haarlep's fingers curling around the base of your neck, their claws digging into your skin, the threat of a slow and excruciating death clear. Yet, they held back, their grip not strong enough to kill you, just enough to give you a taste of what could happen.

“H-Haarlep~” you moaned, their name the only coherent thought in your head. You couldn't take it, the pleasure was too much, the sensation of being so full, of being fucked so hard by the one you always wished to have to yourself.

Haarlep laughed, a cold and cruel sound, the sound of a predator about to claim its prey, a sound of a nightmare that had finally been realized. Their lips pressed against yours, a sharp pain blossoming where their fangs nicked your bottom lip. The taste of your blood lingering on their tongue as they kissed you, the kiss as violent as their thrusts.

Their grip tightened around your throat, their claws cutting into your skin, drawing blood causing you to wince. “Tell me,” they demanded, their voice a low, husky growl- their wings spread wide, “tell me that you belong to me, that you're mine.”

Haarlep was losing control, the walls around their consciousness falling apart with every thrust… Until you wrapped your arms around their head and pulled them into you, “I-i’m yours, I'm yours~!! Only yours, my love~!!” You could feel your heart quicken at the realization of what you were about to confess, “I've always belonged to you and no one else. My heart, my body, my soul, are yours… I-“ You could feel your tears welling, “I love you, Haarlep- my dear incubus, my Haarlep.”

You couldn’t see the way Haarlep’s eyes widened, their lips parting as their name fell from yours- or how their face softened… But you could feel the way their grip loosened, their claws retracting as they embraced you while pressing their face against your shoulder.

They planted a gentle kiss upon your neck before their tongue swept across the wounds they inflicted, lapping away the traces of your blood. The hand once constricting your throat shifted to support the back of your head, softly angling it to the side to grant themselves a clearer path.

Your fingers ran through Haarlep’s hair, and your hips rocked against theirs. It was a sweet moment, a moment where you held each other close, and the world seemed to fade away. You knew Haarlep would never say the words back, but this right here, their embrace, their soft thrusts- that was all you needed.

In the aftermath, Haarlep was fast asleep on your chest, their breathing deep and even. You gently ran your fingers through their hair, smiling when you felt them stir and snuggle closer. You watched the way their wings spread across the bed, almost like a personal shield, a blanket that enveloped you both in warmth.

They were a vision of perfection, their skin flawless, and their horns shone like polished ebony. Haarlep was perfect, everything about them was perfect, and you felt a sudden surge of pride and happiness knowing that it was because of you that they had reclaimed their true self.

Your hands trailed over the softness of their wings, and you couldn't resist pressing a kiss against the tip of their horn, “So beautiful," you whispered, “So very, very beautiful.”

Nothing was left of Raphael on them, it was just them. Before death's cousin known as sleep could consume you- you swore to yourself that no matter what, you would protect Haarlep from the world, and from the devils who tried to shape them.

[skz-streamer]

Yes love?

Simptober Small Things You Do M-list

Pairing: Hyunjin (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Warnings: a lil baby bit suggestive ig

Notes: I WANT HYUNJIN >:((((((

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count - 547;)

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The room was steeped in a tranquil silence, save for the gentle rise and fall of your breaths. Hyunjin and you lay atop each other, both tired from the passionate events that had transpired just moments ago. It was in these quiet moments of afterglow that you cherished the most – the sense of closeness and intimacy that came from sharing your love so intimately.

With a soft sigh, Hyunjin stirred beneath you, his strong arms carefully lifting your body from his. He placed you gently by his side, and as he looked at your beautiful face, a warm smile played on his lips. The way you looked at him after moments like these always melted his heart, and he couldn't get enough of it.

His gaze settled on his favorite feature – your eyes. They were filled with a unique radiance, a look you reserved only for him. But what captivated him the most was the way he saw himself reflected in your eyes. It was as if you saw him as the sweetest thing on the whole planet, a side of him he thought no one else could see, but you. And that made it all the more precious.

His dark eyes, usually filled with playful mischief or determination, now held a different quality. They were soft, deep pools of chocolate brown, gazing at you with an intensity that was both sweet and loving. It was a side of him that he reserved just for you, a side that no one else would ever get to see, and that made it all the more special.

"Jinnie?" you whispered, your voice a tender melody in the hushed room.

He responded in kind, his voice low and affectionate, "Yes, love?"

With that simple exchange, you bared your heart to him, expressing what you felt in the depths of your being. "I love you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of your emotions.

Hyunjin couldn't help but smile wider, his heart swelling with affection. He pulled you close, enfolding you in his arms, and the two of you became one. Skin to skin, it was as though nothing in the world could harm or hurt you. In this embrace, you felt safe and cherished, your love cocooning you from the outside world.

Hyunjin's fingers gently brushed away the tangled strands of your sweaty hair, exposing your neck, which he adored. It was his favorite place to be with you, where he felt closest to your heart and soul. He marveled at how pretty you looked, even in this disheveled state, and he couldn't help but think that you were his in every way possible.

In return, you held onto him, feeling the warmth and security of his embrace. It was moments like these that made you realize how fortunate you were to have Hyunjin by your side. In the quiet intimacy of your connection, you found a profound love that transcended words, a love that filled your heart and soul, making you feel complete in every sense.

As you lay together, intertwined and content, you knew that this was where you belonged – in the arms of the person who cherished you as the most beautiful thing in the world, a side of him that was reserved only for you.

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[jadeittic]

MUSE.

“Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.”

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto + Artist!Fem!Reader

note : a small blurb for my favorite boy again cuz i cant get him out of my mind. lmk if u have any reqs! :)

In a bustling city, where creativity and gastronomy intertwined, there existed a love story that transcended the boundaries of personality. YN, an artist with a whirlwind of emotions, and Carmy, a stoic, introverted chef with an unyielding passion for food, found their lives intertwined in the most unexpected way.

YN’s vibrant art studio was a haven of color and inspiration. Her days were filled with laughter, conversations with her friends, and the rhythmic strokes of her brush. Her artwork, an extension of her expressive soul, captivated the hearts of art enthusiasts from near and far. She reveled in the joy of sharing her passion, breathing life into her canvases with every stroke of her paintbrush.

Carmy, on the other hand, found solace in the realm of flavors and ingredients. His restaurant, The Bear, became a sanctuary where he could let his culinary genius thrive. With unwavering determination, he crafted dishes that were unparalleled in taste and presentation. He poured his heart and soul into every recipe, channeling his stubbornness into creating gastronomic masterpieces.

Their paths crossed one evening at a charity event, where YN’s vibrant artwork adorned the walls, and Carmy’s delectable creations adorned the plates. Drawn to the energy of YN’s presence, Carmy found himself captivated by her contagious laughter and genuine enthusiasm. Despite his introverted nature, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull she had on him.

Intrigued by Carmy’s stoic demeanor and the unwavering confidence in his culinary skills, YN saw beyond his silence. She sensed the passion and dedication radiating from him, much like the flames that danced beneath his pots and pans. YN, with her boundless energy, brought colors to Carmy’s monochromatic world, and he found himself enchanted by her unfiltered comfort for life.

As their love story unfolded, they discovered a beautiful balance in their differences. YN’s enthusiasm coaxed Carmy out of his shell, encouraging him to share his culinary expertise with the world. Meanwhile, Carmy’s calmness and introspection grounded YN’s allowing her to channel her creative energy with focus and purpose.

Together, they embarked on a journey of culinary and artistic exploration. YN’s paintings adorned the walls of The Bear, creating an ambiance that resonated with patrons. In turn, Carmy’s mouthwatering creations became a muse for YN, inspiring her to infuse her art with the flavors and emotions that his dishes had.

Their love grew like a symphony, with each passing day revealing new harmonies and melodies. The pair celebrated each other's successes, finding solace and comfort in their shared devotion to their crafts. Their relationship became a tapestry of passion, understanding, and unwavering support, each embracing the other's uniqueness.

In a city where artistry and culinary genius thrived, YN and Carmy’s love story stood as an evidence to the power of connection beyond personality types. Their journey proved that love can blossom in the unlikeliest of places, uniting two souls whose passions complemented each other, painting a picture of a love story that transcended all boundaries.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

holiday shopping

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~500

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In the heart of the city, where the air buzzed with the festive spirit, Harry and Y/N decided to embark on a delightful adventure to the holiday market. With twinkling lights overhead and the scent of cinnamon wafting through the crisp winter air, they stepped into a world of festive magic.

Hand in hand, they entered the market, their eyes widening at the sight of stalls adorned with colorful decorations and handmade treasures. The joyful chaos of the crowd filled the air, but in the midst of it all, Harry and Y/N found solace in their shared excitement.

Their first stop was at a quaint stall selling knitted scarves in every imaginable color. Y/N couldn't resist running her fingers over the soft textures, imagining cozy winter days wrapped in warmth. Harry, always attentive, picked out a scarf in a shade that perfectly matched her eyes, a surprise he couldn't wait to unveil later.

As they continued to weave through the market, the couple discovered stalls offering an array of quirky ornaments. From miniature snow globes to hand-painted baubles, each piece seemed beautiful and collectible. Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of a particularly charming ornament – a tiny polar bear wearing a Santa hat. Harry couldn't help but smile, knowing it would find a special place on their Christmas tree.

The market's festive soundtrack was accompanied by the irresistible aroma of holiday treats. Y/N's nose led them to a charming stand selling hot chocolate adorned with marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon. They indulged in the sweet warmth, savoring the comforting flavors that danced on their tongues.

Amidst the crowd, Harry spotted a stall with vintage records, a treasure trove for a music enthusiast like him. The crackling sound of vinyl filled the air as he carefully flipped through the stacks, his eyes lighting up. Y/N watched with admiration as he held the record in his hands, his enthusiasm contagious.

Their pockets filled with festive treats and newfound treasures, the couple found a quiet spot to take in the enchanting atmosphere. The market's ambiance was a blend of laughter, joyful chatter, and the melodies of street performers playing classic holiday tunes.

As the day unfolded, Harry couldn't resist the urge to pick out a special trinket for Y/N. In a hidden corner of the market, he found a stall adorned with delicate handmade jewelry. His eyes fell on a dainty necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake – a symbol of the uniqueness and beauty he saw in Y/N. With a smile, he purchased the necklace, envisioning the moment he would gift it to her.

The holiday market adventure wasn't just about shopping; it was a celebration of love, laughter, and the magic of the season. As the day drew to a close, Harry and Y/N found a quiet spot to watch the market come alive with twinkling lights. The ornaments, scarves, and trinkets they had collected told a story of a day filled with shared joy and the simple pleasures of being together during the most magical time of the year.

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[thefutureisus2020]

Love Unveiled Amongst the Shelves

Using this prompt from my other Melissa Schemmenti post "She won’t admit this but she fell in love with you the moment she saw you. It was your very first day as the new Librarian at Abbotts."

It was a crisp autumn morning as you stepped into the quaint town of Abbotts. Leaves of gold and crimson danced in the breeze, welcoming you to a new chapter in your life. With a determined smile, you gazed at the charming library building that stood before you. This was your first day as the new librarian, and you were eager to dive into your new role.

As you entered the library, you couldn't help but be in awe of its beauty. The shelves were filled with a myriad of books, their spines a tapestry of knowledge waiting to be explored. You took a deep breath, the scent of aged pages and adventure filling your senses. Your excitement was palpable, and you could hardly contain it.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of curious eyes watched from behind a bookshelf. Melissa Schemmenti, the reserved yet enigmatic assistant librarian, had been observing your every move. She had seen many librarians come and go, but something about you struck a chord within her.

Melissa's heart raced as you moved about the library, arranging books and greeting patrons with a warm smile. She was captivated by your grace, the way you effortlessly navigated the stacks and engaged with readers. She admired the passion that radiated from you, a passion she had buried deep within herself.

Days turned into weeks, and Melissa found herself stealing glances whenever you were around. She marveled at the way you brought life to the library, turning it into a place of not just learning, but also of connection and community. Your laughter echoed through the hallways, creating a harmonious melody that filled the hearts of those who entered.

One evening, as the sun cast a golden glow over the library, you found yourself alone at a table, engrossed in a book. Melissa mustered the courage to approach you, her heart fluttering like a delicate butterfly. "May I join you?" she asked, her voice a soft, melodic whisper.

You looked up, a surprised yet welcoming smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Melissa. Please, have a seat."

As the two of you chatted about books, life, and dreams, an unspoken connection blossomed. Melissa was drawn to your kindness, your intellect, and the way you seemed to understand the hidden corners of her heart. And you, in turn, were captivated by her quiet strength, her vast knowledge, and the way her eyes lit up whenever she spoke about the stories she held within.

With each passing day, your bond deepened. You shared secrets, hopes, and fears, weaving a tapestry of intimacy that was uniquely yours. And all the while, the library became a haven where your love story unfolded amidst the whispers of old tales.

One evening, as a gentle rain tapped against the windows, Melissa finally mustered the courage to reveal her feelings. "There's something I need to tell you," she confessed, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I won't admit this, but I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. It was your very first day as the new librarian at Abbotts."

You were taken aback, your heart skipping a beat. Gazing into Melissa's eyes, you realized that the feelings you had been harboring were reciprocated. With a soft smile, you reached out and took her hand in yours. "Melissa, I feel the same way. From the moment I walked into this library, you've held a special place in my heart."

Tears glistened in Melissa's eyes as she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the love that had blossomed within the walls of the library.

And so, amidst the pages of timeless stories and the hushed whispers of books, your love story continued to flourish, a testament to the magic that can be found in the most unexpected of places. The library, once a repository of knowledge, had now become a sanctuary for two hearts that had found their forever home in each other.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Glaze Lily ~ Baizhu x Reader

Summary: Baizhu and reader have been childhood sweethearts, all the way into adulthood, to the point that everyone calls them the perfect couple, and they scold him for not proposing already. They don’t know the suffering that each of the two harbour deep in their hearts, nor the strings of fate shackling them and pulling them away from each other.

At age four, Baizhu went out with his mum to play in the flower field. Here, he saw the most beautiful flower of them all, a flower princess no doubt, one that was capable of putting to shame anything which could have the attribute ‘pretty’ attached to it. He looked up at his mum and tugged on her sleeve, asking how he could start talking to her - He was shy, and had no clue what to say! His mother smiled at him tenderly and told him to pick the flower he liked the most, and offer it to her, as a token of friendship.

With a happy grin on his face, Baizhu started running around the field, until he spotted a glowing flower of a particular light blue hue, similar to the azure sky, but much more unique. Happy with his gift, he went in front of the girl sitting on the ground - She was so beautiful that Baizhu forgot how to speak. His cheeks went flush with warmth, and he looked down bashfully. The long, luscious hair, made out of flowers, and pretty long dress she was wearing, the lovely melody she was humming... And those eyes... Those sparkling eyes like the most previous gems in the whole country...

“Hi! My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you!” even her voice was so gorgeous! She was speaking to him! “M-My uh... My name is Baizhu. I... I think you’re very pretty! Can we be friends?!” he asked, closing his eyes shut as he shoved the flower in her face. “Oh, a glaze lily, how lovely! Thank you so much, Baizhu!” she giggled sweetly, gingerly taking the flower from his hand and putting in in her hair. “We can be the best of friends!” she continued, getting up and putting the flower crown she was working on, on his head. “You are the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen! Maybe you can be my boyfriend.” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his red cheek. “B-Boyfriend?! O-Oh, I--I... Y-Yes, I-I’d like that!” though his heart was beating fast, he breathed out an exhale of pure relief - He was the happiest he’s ever been. With a gleeful squeal, Y/N clinged on his arm, and they walked together through the field - Though Y/N was the one speaking for the most part, Baizhu couldn’t help but steal glances at her face, shining with the warm caress of the Sun rays.

At age seven, Baizhu found his sweet lily on the ground next to a tree, whimpering and holding her knee. Looking up, he saw a single ripe fruit, somewhere on the top branch, and he realised Y/N tried to climb up to snatch it, only to fall due to a withered branch and injure herself. “Don’t cry, my dear glaze lily. I’ll make the pain go away.” he reassured her, taking out the first aid kit his mum prepared for him, in case something happens while out playing, and he took out a napkin, wetting it with a healing toner to clean the scrap on her knee, before applying some marigold and sweet flower ointment and bandaging it carefully.  At the end, he placed a soft kiss where the injury was, and when he looked at the girl, he noticed her sweet blush. “Here, I kissed it better.” he said, before urging her to hop on his back.  “H-Hey, let me down, you can’t get me all the way home!” she protested, her face buried in the crook of his neck. “Just let your boyfriend take care of you.” the green haired boy chuckled, feeling her grip tighten slightly from embarrassment. He loved seeing how cute she could be.

At age eleven, Baizhu went over to Y/N’s home, wanting to study together under the tutelage of her mum, who was a renowned herbalist, but as he got on the premise, he heard her beautiful voice singing a melody. Following her tune, he found her dancing in the flower garden, wearing the prettiest blue dress there ever was... But something peculiar was happening, as uncontrolled shapes of water were being bent in the air with every wave of her hands, and with a controlled amount, the flowers were being wet and fertilised. It seemed that Y/N received her Hydro Vision, and she was using it the best she knew - To tend to her dearest garden. “Among flowers, the glaze lily.” he found himself praising her. Y/N stopped her dance, surprised at the interruption, and the water dissipated in thin air. “Among men, the scholar.” she smiled sweetly at him, revealing the blue noctilucous jade tassel that she attached the Vision to, and put at her sash. “You are the most special flower in the entire Teyvat.” he couldn’t help but adore her. “And soon, you will be getting your Vision also.” she encouraged. “After all, we are soulbound, you and I.”

At age thirteen, Baizhu’s chronic illness became evident, and there was little any of the healers could do to cure him, except for making his day to day life easier to bare with. Y/N’s mum would concoct all the most revolutionary potions, yet nothing worked completely. Y/N would visit the boy daily, and would cuddle into his side, resting her head on his chest to hear his beating heart and make sure he was doing alright - Though the crepitant noise that rumbled his lungs as he coughed only made her cry with fear - She was so afraid of losing him, that she didn’t want to be pried away from his side. Since then, she’s been trying desperately hard, to the point of fainting from exhaustion; What was the point of having a vision that had the power of healing, if she couldn’t even save her soulmate?  “Please don’t be so upset, Y/N, I will be fine. Maybe I can’t go run a marathon, but I’ll still be around for as long as you’ll have me.” he would caress her silky hair “I want you by my side forever. I don’t want to imagine a life without you in it. That is no life - That is just an illusion.” Baizhu couldn’t help but smile, his heart melting with love for the girl. “Don’t worry, my sweet glaze lily. Even when the twilight is gone, I will never leave you.”

At age fifteen, Baizhu received his Dendro Vision, and began practicing his new-found powers; Much to his pleasure, he was perfectly capable of healing also; And though he was unable to cure his condition, his body felt a little stronger - Stable, at least. The mere notion that he could, in the future, open a pharmacy or hospital of sorts and run it together with Y/N, then he was sure the people of Liyue were going to be happy and accounted for. Out of sheer bliss, he ran over to Y/N’s place, coughing slightly from the effort - And as soon as he saw her, he cupped her face and kissed her tenderly and full of passion, making her mind go completely blank. That playful smile, as he leaned back, only made her feel dizzy from emotions. “Give me your mornings and give me your Sun, and when it sets, give me your darkest nights too, because I am ready for anything, just to be with you, for as long as we roam this earth.” and he kissed her again.

At age seventeen, Baizhu was proud to admit he learnt everything he could from the healers of Liyue Harbour, and found a new master, with whom he would travel the country far and wide, and study new things, so controversial, so different from everything that he’s ever been taught. It wasn’t easy, staying away from the love of his life, though he knew, at the end of each journey, he will return to her, and will kiss her even more lovingly than the time before, and each time, he will make their time spent together even more meaningful. “Worry not, my love - When you return, I shall be waiting for you with open arms. Not till the mountains crumble, or the earth mingles with the sky, will I ever cease to love you. You are the love of my life, and our souls are one.” hearing her sweet confession, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes gleam with tears, and he kissed her the whole night, to last for as long as he will be away.

At age twenty-five, Baizu’s fellow apprentice, Jiangli, had already left and settled down with her husband, and their master had died an early death. Standing over his grave, with the white snake wrapped around his neck, he realised how fleeting human life is, akin to the petals of a beautiful flower.  Why should physicians die so early? They save others, but who saves them? And Changsheng, also, should she continue being passed on and on, from pact to pact, to the point of disappearing out of this world? The pact says the master and the pact forger are in complete balance, and Changsheng can balance out the qi in his body; She can help transfer life force, toxins, poisons from one body to another, a most important power that only those like him can possess - But at what cost? Thus, Baizhu was set on ending the vicious cycle that surrounded them. Everything will stop with him. Once he manages to create the perfect Elixir of Immortality, there will be no reason for people to mourn his death, nor will Changsheng need to either die, or be forced to make another pact to survive. The wheel of life and death will stop be stopped in time.

At age thirty, Baizhu had already opened the renowned Bubu Pharmacy, together with his childhood sweetheart, and they were working together each and every day. The old ladies were scolding him for not proposing to Y/N already, saying she can’t wait forever for flowers wilt, but he’d only chuckle at them dismissively. Y/N was his most precious glaze lily, whether young or old, her beauty will never wither. “Though the seasons of our hearts and bodies may change, I will still be holding you in my arms all the same.” he would tell her, sealing that promise with another kiss. Y/N remained unquestioning when it came to Changsheng, the talking white snake, yet he was not going to admit to the truth any time soon; She was going to remain a simple companion. With the addition of the little zombie child that he saved and took under his wing, people would now joke that Qiqi was their child, and they were a beautiful family together - Y/N seemed to love that idea and was quickly on board with it, but he, once again, simply smiled and remained silent.

Baizhu was now thirty-three of age, and though his healing work was in a glorious uprise, his relationship with Y/N was degrading quickly. Perhaps it was his illness, or the fact that Changsheng was loose-lipped and told the secret of their pact; Maybe it was the way his health was deteriorating with each of the more difficult cases he had to treat, or simply, that she couldn’t take seeing him outright killing himself, in an attempt to reach the ultimate knowledge of immortality. They began arguing, even publicly - Or rather, it was her who was arguing, as he remained quiet; His heart was shattering, every time he’d see the depressed and desperate look on her face, and the tears of agony her soul was shedding, all for him. He had promised her willow blossom dreams, only to find sorrows hidden on the moon. He was such a hypocrite. “Y/N, please don’t forget that all of my tomorrows belong only to you, my love.” he would attempt to approach her, only for her to step back. “The way you are continuing living your life, you hardly have any tomorrows to offer at all, Baizhu! If it were humanly possible, I would have gladly traded all of my days, just to spend a single more night with you - But even with that, you are not satisfied. You want it all - You are greedy, you think yourself capable of achieving something that even Gods cannot dream of - But Baizhu, you fail to accept your own position; You are just a human, nothing more! We were made to live a short yet plentiful life, and then perish! From the earth we rise, and in the earth we return. You have become obsessed with this idea of immortality - But nothing, not the skies, not the earth or the oceans, not even the rocks or Heaven itself - Nothing exists forever! That is the law of nature, Baizhu, understand already! All that you are doing is feeding your own delusions and forgetting to live this life! You are killing yourself to save others, but who is going to save you?! You are saving others the grief of loss, but what about those who love you?! What about ME?! Am I not going to mourn you? Am I not allowed to weep, watching the love of my life destroying himself, for the sake of others?!” Baizhu would hang his head and sigh deeply; how he hoped to somehow find the proper words to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be okay, and that he will surely find the solution to all of their woes; He wanted to fall to his knee and ask for her hand in marriage - He’s been wanting that for thirty-one years already, when he first offered that glaze lily to her - They were soulbound, one without the other couldn’t exist... Yet the way he was now, he was doing nothing but hurting her - The sole reason he dismissed each and every attempt at remaining as close as they used to be, was out of fear of hurting her with dreams and hopes for the future, only for that future to be snatched away from them, just like his master’s tomorrows had been cut short. “If rains from the Heavens can save the Earth from calamity, then surely, so can I, right?” he found himself speaking impersonally, almost soulless even. “Victory is only for those who are willing to pay the price.” “After three decades, you would sacrifice even our love, just for a stupidly idealistic delusion that’s been poisoning your mind.” her words cut him deep. “You’ve changed, Baizhu. You are not the same man that I fell in love with. You are just the shell of him. The Baizhu I knew would not have abandoned me and everyone he loves like this.” he took a sharp inhale, his eyes widening in realisation at her words. Abandoned her? Has he truly pushed aside the one he loved the most in this life, because of his obsession with saving everyone around him? “I cannot do this anymore, Baizhu. I said I was going to wait for you for as long as it took - But there is nothing but desolation to wait for. I am getting old, I cannot continue wasting my life begging for an illusion to become reality anymore. I have to accept that my soulmate died and is never coming back. You have becoming nothing but fire and ice, and the touch of you burns my hands like snow.” he couldn’t help but watch Y/N turn around, tears running down her face, as she left the Pharmacy. “Farewell, my lost love. I will never forget the precious memories we lived together.”  “Y/N, please wait--” yet he remained with his arm hanging in the air, his fingers missing the empty grasp of her sleeve - He was unable to catch her and stop her from leaving him.

The Sun went down, and the silver moon was gracing the dark sky, and Baizhu was all alone to walk home. He looked up, gazing at the graceful celestial body, and a tear escaped his beautiful eye. He was alone. Truly alone. Alone as he’s never been in his whole life. “The moon reminds me of your grace, all the love I can’t repay... Live on and now that I will pray, farewell, my dearest soulmate.” a hand was clenched tightly over his heart; His chest was burning with a searing agony that he’s never felt before. There was a hole inside of his, like an abyss, numb, yet also suffering. He felt himself rooted to the spot, unable to move his feet anymore. Changsheng also sighed, nuzzling her head onto his cheek lovingly. “If I were the rain that binds together the Earth and the Sky, whom in all eternity never mingle... Would I be able to bind two lost hearts together once more?” her wondering seemed to only bring more sorrow to her healer. “Y/N was right, you know? Long have you been agonising yourself with a noble yet silly task you’ve proposed yourself, and in this journey you set on, you’ve lost track of the important things in a mortal’s life.” the snake scolded him tenderly. “I appreciate you thinking about me and all the people in the world... But Baizhu, my friend, is it worth it? Your health is quickly deteriorating, and your years are depleting. You aren’t getting any younger, and neither is Y/N. There is only so much humans can live... Is it worth throwing away all your happiness, and denying Y/N, when she’s the only reason you’ve been smiling ever since I met you?” Once again, Baizhu found no viable words in his vast vocabulary to reply to his companion, and instead, with yet another sigh from deep inside his damaged soul, he found the inner strength mustered to return to his empty home and rest. His soul was empty, his house was empty, his bed was empty... Yet his mind was busier, more crowded than it’s ever been. Thoughts were running rapidly through his brain, all of them regarding the love of his life and how he managed to alienate her, to drive her away, after so many years spent together, with the most utopic, idealistic love there was, something so pure and true, like the beauty of the glaze lily she resembled.

There had to be something capable of convincing her to return... Yet with each day spent apart, it made him wonder, if there was any hope of reunion for them. He must have truly shattered her heart, and though they were both healers, there was no way to mend a broken soul.

Fate has brought them together, and fate was going to separate them, with the cruel claw that ripped them away from one another. He feared death keeping them apart, yet it was his own actions that accomplished something that none could ever foresee.

A rather peculiar situation brought upon by the Traveler herself and her own white fairy companion, and this child seeking his lost father. He quickly guessed that this man was the husband of Jiangli, his previous fellow apprentice, and soon, his suspicions were proven; She was giving away her life to create a cure for him, from demonic essence - It was expanding his lifespan, at the cost of his memory... And her own life. Twice now, in the custody of his Pharmacy, had he treated this man by extracting the poison in his body and getting it in his own bloodstream. Even Changsheng balancing out the qi in his body was incapable of keeping him on his feet, and he was feeling the worst he’s ever did, unable to even stand for the whole day. He was glad, for once, that Y/N wasn’t there to see the pitiful state he was in, sweating and wincing in pain, his joints aching from exhaustion, his head muddled and foggy. “Aiya, Baizhu, Baizhu, you’re going to reach your limit soon if you continue this way. Have you learnt nothing, truly? Are you still so hell-bent on that Immortality dream of yours?” the man could only pant, changing the cold, wet napkin from his forehead to keep his mild fever down. He lowkey wished Y/N were there to heal him, to make him feel better, to smile at him and dispel all of his worries... Alas, that would simply be selfish of him, and he’s already abused her kindness enough as it was. “You are a hopeless fool, but a fool in love.”

Much to his dismay, before he could properly rest, the Traveler went to visit him, check on his health and well-being... And once again, that snake of his had to tell the truth of their pact and his condition. How annoying - He disliked having people worry so much about him. Still, with the help of the father, they went together and found the cave from where Jiangli was taking the demonic essence with which she was creating the temporary cure for her husband. Alas, the more she spent around this essence, the less time alive she had, and there came the dilemma that woke him up to reality - The reason for him wanting to achieve the cure of immortality -

Jiangli was willing to sacrifice her life to help her husband continue living... And her husband was ready to die, just to spare her from torturing herself for his sake. A love so pure, so true... A love much like his own with Y/N... A love so agonising... Like the story of Romeo and Juliet, only fated to end with despair and heart ache.

Before Jiangli could wake up, the husband held her in his arms, confessing his endless love for her before ordering him to destroy the source of the demonic essence.  Baizhu had Qiqi make another elixir for him, to keep him alive after death, an artificial half-life that would ensure a few more brief moments together... Enough for a farewell, he said... But was it truly? Was any amount of time enough for a farewell, when humans were a most greedy race, and once they got their hands on something, they needed more and more, insatiable to the core?

Jiangli scolded him for neglecting that which is most important to him - His own happiness and his thirst for living, though there was little she could preach, when she herself was guilty of the very same sin. She was so desperate to keep her loved one alive, that she was willing to sacrifice her own life - And he was doing the exact same thing.  “Neither you nor Y/N is in any danger of dying soon. Don’t follow Jiangli’s path if you don’t need to!” Changshen, once again, reproached him, before they followed to the small feast. Baizhu, though he kept a passive, polite smile on his face, remained silent for the most time, allowing his snake companion to speak in his place. His mind was set only on Y/N, and his love for her.  Was it worth living an eternity, without the love of his life by his side? Even if he gains immortality, would he be able to bring him with her? Could he bare seeing her wither away and die, while he is cursed to live who knows how many lifetimes to come?

That night, guided by the graceful night of the moon, he searched for Y/N. She was not at home, but sitting on a rock by the river flowing. Next to her, a bottle of osmanthus wine, and a cup in her hand. He silently sat by her side, and though she hadn’t looked his way, she handed him her cup to drink from. Long ago, it was a tradition for couples to drink wine from the same cup during their wedding, such an intimate moment they shared together for so long, that it became a regularity in their lives, only to be destroyed by his own fears.

“Though I withdraw my sword to cut the water, it still runs. I toast to dispel worry, and create more worry. The water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrow returns, though we drown it with wine.” she muttered, looking up at the moon with the void of emptiness that became her heart. “I was foolish to cast away my reason for living, in an attempt to reach a forever life, but what is the point of living, if my soulmate isn’t there to hold my hand throughout our shared journey? We have been soulbound since before the creation of times, and will remain so, even when we become flowers in the ground. That is the tragic course of life - Or so I thought it tragic, until I realised that there is nothing more painful than losing my very heart.” Baizhu’s words seemed to make Y/N turn her head to look at him, the small tears gathering in her eyes sparkling like diamonds from the silver, gentle light of the moon. “I am selfish, and I am greedy, just like you, Baizhu. I cannot imagine a life without you... I cannot imagine having to live so long, watching you give away bits of your own lifespan to others, until the day you die before your time. How can I bare with that? I cannot. You drove me away, fearing hurting me, yet in doing so, you only made me suffer more. What is the point of going on with a long life, if there is no reward and no happiness? Surviving and living... They are different words with different meanings. I do not want to just survive, I want to live... And I want to continue loving you. But I can only do that if you live - In the present - With me. No more sacrificing yourself for the sake of others. For once, just live - For yourself, as well as for me.” Baizhu smiled at her, and shifted his position on the ground so that he was on one knee, his hands holding gingerly her own, kissing them tenderly.  “Then, my most beloved glaze lily, if you have it in your heart to forgive me and take me back, will you allow me to ask if you’d like to marry me?” the instant change of emotions pooling in her eyes, from a anguish and loneliness, to pure love, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. “If we were to be reborn a hundred thousand times, I would choose only you to spend all of my days and nights with, until the earth is no more.”

At thirty-five years of age, Baizhu was now happily married to the love of his life, Y/N, and together, they kept successfully running Bubu Pharmacy. They lived together, and loved each other, for as long as they remained alive. They took care of Qiqi for as long as she had, and even when she was no more, they continued to live, not just survive. Though the dream of immortality was still lingering in his mind, tweaked around with every wrinkle that appeared with the years coming, he was content with the beautiful memories that he was blessed with.

Life was finally the way it was supposed to be.

Happy.

[cnnmairoll]

I’m glad to hear that!

In that case, can I ask for Tingyun, Gepard, and Welt with a very energetic reader? For example, a reader who loves to run around and is basically bouncing off the walls?

Thank you again! (/^▽^)/

-🌸

Sparks of Enthusiasm

Character(s) : Gepard, Tingyun, Welt Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing🌸anon! So sorry I couldn't finish this sooner 😭But I hope you enjoy this ! And I hope I bring Tingyun to justice! (Welt too bc i cant rlly write him)

You had always been a whirlwind of enthusiasm, and this day was no different. As soon as you spotted Tingyun beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, you couldn't contain your excitement. "Tingyun!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing through the tranquil grove.

Tingyun looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly in surprise before a playful smile curved her lips. "Ah, my spirited friend, what brings you here today?"

You wasted no time in answering. Instead, you darted forward, your energy propelling you towards her like a force of nature. You practically skidded to a halt in front of her, barely managing to stay on your feet. "I wanted to see you!" you declared, your words rushed and breathless.

Tingyun chuckled, her laughter as melodious as a songbird's tune. "Well, you've certainly succeeded in that," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Would you care to sit with me for a moment?"

But sitting was the last thing on your mind. You began to pace back and forth in front of her, your hands gesticulating wildly as you spoke. "I've had the most amazing day! I ran through the forest, climbed a tree, and chased after butterflies. It was incredible!"

Tingyun watched your animated movements with a mix of fascination and amusement. "It sounds like you had quite the adventure," she remarked, her voice laced with admiration for your boundless spirit.

You couldn't stay still for long. With a sudden burst of energy, you took off running in a wide circle around Tingyun, your laughter filling the air. "And guess what?" you exclaimed, skidding to a halt once more. "I found a hidden waterfall! It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen!"

Tingyun's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "A hidden waterfall, you say? Tell me more."

And so, you launched into a vivid description of your discovery, your words flowing like a river in full bloom. Tingyun listened with rapt attention, her fascination evident in the way she hung on to your every word. Your energy was contagious, and as you spoke, she couldn't help but become swept up in the excitement of your tale.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you finally settled down next to Tingyun, your energy waning just a bit. "Sorry for being so hyper," you said, suddenly self-conscious.

Tingyun placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her smile warm and reassuring. "No need to apologize, my dear. Your boundless enthusiasm is a gift. It's like a breath of fresh air in this quiet grove."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of your exuberance dissipate. "Thank you, Tingyun. You always make me feel so comfortable."

Tingyun's gaze softened as she looked at you. "It's because you remind me of the vitality of youth, the spirit that often gets lost in the routine of life. Embrace your energy, for it's a precious treasure."

You smiled back at her, your heart warmed by her words. "I'll remember that, Tingyun."

As the two of you continued to chat beneath the blossoming cherry trees, Tingyun couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for your infectious spirit. Your unique energy had breathed life into her world, and she couldn't wait to hear more of your captivating tales, for it was in your lively presence that she found a renewed sense of wonder and adventure.

You bounded into the courtyard, your steps light and energetic. It was as if you were powered by an endless reservoir of enthusiasm, and nothing could dampen your spirits. You greeted everyone with an infectious grin, your laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Gepard watched you from a distance, perplexed and slightly bewildered. His normally stern countenance betrayed hints of curiosity and perhaps a touch of bemusement.

"Gepard!" You darted over to him, your voice brimming with cheerfulness.

He turned his gaze towards you, his brow furrowed. "Yes?"

"I bet I can outrun you!" You declared with unwavering confidence, ready to challenge the formidable captain.

Gepard blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Outrun me? In a footrace?"

"Yep!" You nodded vigorously, your eyes sparkling with determination.

With a faint shrug, Gepard accepted your challenge. After all, he couldn't resist a direct challenge to his abilities. He couldn't help but smile just a little as he lined up next to you, his towering figure contrasting sharply with your smaller, exuberant form.

"Ready... Set... Go!" You shouted and bolted forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Gepard took off at a more measured pace, his long strides quickly eating up the distance between you. He couldn't help but admire your boundless energy, but he knew that he had the advantage in terms of speed and endurance.

As the race progressed, you continued to bounce around him, your excitement undiminished even as he steadily closed the gap. Gepard couldn't help but chuckle as he finally surged ahead, crossing the finish line with a triumphant grin.

"I win," he declared, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion.

You pouted playfully, catching your breath. "You're really fast, Gepard!"

He chuckled again, a rare sound that seemed to lighten the air around him. "Well, I do try to stay in shape."

Your boundless energy seemed to have no effect on his meticulous nature, but it had certainly brought a smile to his face. As you continued to chatter and bounce around the courtyard, Gepard found himself enjoying the novelty of your presence. In your exuberance, you had managed to bring a touch of warmth and spontaneity to his otherwise regimented world, and he couldn't help but appreciate that about you.

In the end, your boundless energy had managed to crack through the stoic exterior of the Silvermane Guards' captain, revealing a glimpse of the endearingly adorable dork hidden within him. And as you continued to share your enthusiasm with him, Gepard couldn't deny that he found it oddly charming.

"Have you ever tried climbing trees?" you asked suddenly, your eyes shining with excitement.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Climbing trees?"

"Yeah! It's so much fun," you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and leading him toward a nearby tree.

Gepard hesitated for a moment, but your enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself following your lead. With surprising agility, you scampered up the tree, finding footholds with ease. Gepard, on the other hand, struggled a bit, his armor making it a clumsy endeavor.

"You're doing great, Captain!" you called down, encouragingly.

After a few more attempts, Gepard finally managed to reach a sturdy branch beside you. He couldn't help but chuckle at his own awkwardness. "I never thought I'd find myself in a tree."

"That's the spirit!" you cheered, swinging from a branch with reckless abandon.

As the day wore on, you introduced Gepard to a myriad of activities he had never imagined himself participating in. From cartwheels in the courtyard to a friendly game of tag with the guards, he found himself stepping out of his comfort zone and embracing the joy of the moment.

Welt had been looking out the window, sketchbook in hand, capturing the ever-changing landscape below. He glanced up when he felt a sudden burst of enthusiasm nearby.

You bounded over to him, a whirlwind of excitement. "Welt! Welt! Guess what? I saw the most amazing cloud formation just now! It looked like a dragon chasing a unicorn, and I thought you might want to sketch it!"

Welt couldn't help but chuckle at your exuberance. "You never cease to amaze me with your boundless energy. A dragon chasing a unicorn, you say? That sounds like quite the sight."

Without waiting for another word, you grabbed Welt's hand, dragging him towards the edge of the deck. "Come on, Welt! Let's see if we can spot it again!"

Welt, ever the calm and collected one, found himself swept up in your enthusiasm. He allowed you to lead him to the perfect vantage point, all the while secretly enjoying the thrill of your contagious energy.

The two of you scanned the skies, and when you finally spotted the elusive cloud formation, you cheered triumphantly, clapping your hands. "See, Welt? It's right there! Isn't it amazing?"

Welt smiled warmly at your sheer delight. "Indeed, it is. Thank you for sharing this moment with me."

But your excitement didn't stop there. With renewed vigor, you tugged Welt along as you darted around the parlor car, pointing out various landmarks and wildlife you spotted from above.

"Welt, look at those majestic mountains! And there's a flock of colorful birds!" You exclaimed, not pausing for breath.

Welt couldn't help but admire your zest for life. He followed your lead, sketchbook forgotten for the moment, as you both reveled in the beauty of the world unfolding beneath the airship.

As the day turned into night and the stars filled the sky, you finally slowed down, your energy waning just a bit. You plopped down next to Welt, who had resumed his spot by the railing.

"Sorry, Welt, I guess I got carried away," you said, a sheepish grin on your face.

Welt shook his head, his brown eyes filled with warmth. "No need to apologize. Your energy is infectious, and I wouldn't have traded this day for anything else."

You leaned against him, both of you gazing out into the night sky. In that serene moment, you and Welt shared a deep sense of contentment, brought together by your boundless enthusiasm and his quiet appreciation for life's wonders.

And as you watched the stars twinkle overhead, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having Welt as your companion on this grand adventure.

[amerricanartwork]

Hello hello! For the little rw questionnaire, how about 7 and/or 17? :]

I'm so sorry this took so long to get around to, but thank you for the questions Ghost! As always, here's the original questionnaire for reference, and here we go!

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7. What is your favorite song from the soundtrack?

I've already answered this one with "Pictures of the Past" and "The Cycle", so I'd suggest just checking that post out for an explanation of those. But here, I figured I'd go into some other tracks I like! Just a forewarning, I actually haven't listened to the entire soundtrack much outside of when tracks play in-game, so I might have a bit of a limited perspective.

Also, another preface, most of the music I enjoy in general is usually not just because I think it's catchy, but because it's unique sounding in some way, and more importantly because I think it does a really good job of painting a particular image in my head and/or capturing a certain idea. Most of my answers here will have that factored in.

But anyway, first up, when it comes to soundtrack songs I like to listen to in-and-of themselves, "Floes" always comes to my mind first! I just love how it opens with these long, beautiful, melancholy strings before the synth-y beat kicks in. It's just so cool-sounding, and really captures that vibe of stepping into this dark and mysterious, yet once holy and important citadel. I always love hearing it when going across the bridges in Shaded Citadel, and I think it's honestly such a great way to introduce the region when you first travel over the lighter bridge after Shoreline, then enter the darker depths.

Next, threat themes! My favorite of these so far is the Pipeyard theme! It's super catchy, even just the percussion parts on their own, and it definitely captures that feeling of a spear-filled battle with a strange creature in this land of rusted metal. The synth is really what gets me here, because that part alone almost gives the vibe that I'm battling some ancient piece of advanced technology, or some old godlike being that's starting to transcend my comprehension of it. It's such an odd melody, which makes it stand out a lot, so even though the Pipeyard theme isn't thematically that special to me, it's super iconic and fun to listen to!

Then there's the Waterfront Facility threat theme, which comes at a close second for having greater thematic connections while still being catchy! As much as I don't like the region nor its eventual result of Shoreline, ever since I realized the Precipice was the bridge connecting Pebbles to Moon and the big structures in Shoreline were its broken remnants, I've found this region really cool conceptually, and I think its threat theme captures that best! I love how it has the same melody as the Shoreline threat theme, yet has that more bass-heavy, more technological echo to it, which is fitting since it exists when Moon hasn't yet collapsed. It's just really cool in my opinion!

Next is the Chimney Canopy threat theme actually, which is honestly just cool all-around! The arpeggios super catchy of course, and they're unique in how they sound both like something tumbling down from a high place (perhaps rocks slipping as slugcat climbs the smokestacks) and like someone climbing higher and higher into the sky. But honestly, what draws me to this song is the hissing noises in the background, which always remind me of smoke and gas being blown out of machines. It never fails to remind me of how cool Chimney Canopy always seemed to me conceptually — this high-up place right next to Five Pebbles's superstructure, filled with who knows what kinds of smoke and fumes clouding the air. And of course, the hissing gas chambers of vultures soaring above, who are still my favorite creatures in the game! As much as I've grown to dislike traversing Chimney Canopy, I can't deny it's always caught my eye, and its threat theme perfectly captures why!

Finally is the Outer Expanse threat theme, which also reminds me of the region's cool concept! Something I never really noticed until Outer Expanse was the major lack of legitimate/normal trees in the regions. Sure, there's all kinds of flora around, but nothing I'd call a "tree" (except maybe those funky blue plants in Sky Islands). That being said, the presence of trees in Outer Expanse makes me feel it's perhaps the only true "forest" in Rain World, and with the unique wet and sylvan-sounds of its threat theme, it really sells that rainforest vibe well! Sunken Pier is also amazing with the low waves, which really sell the dark, dank, moist, overgrown atmosphere the subregion probably has.

So yeah, for now, "Floes" is my favorite standalone track (besides the ones I mentioned before), and the Pipeyard, Waterfront Facility, and Outer Expanse ones are my favorite of the threat themes! Some honorable mentions also include: "Garbage City Shuffle" for being really catchy and conveying that feeling of slugcats and scavengers starting to form new civilizations from the remains of the old ones, "Lost City" for sounding just like a lament for the dead Metropolis city, "Ascent" for being such a magical intro to the scary, yet beautiful depths of Submerged Superstructure, "Halcyon Memories" for being chill yet packed with so many narrative feels and somehow being really wistful and loving at the same time, and the Sky Islands threat theme for having really iconic radio noises that add to the theme of the region being a center for iterator communications!

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17. Do you prefer to fight other creatures or sneak past them?

Finally a question I can give a (relatively) short answer for! It really depends on what mood I'm in though.

Generally speaking, now that I've gotten good enough at the game to not die constantly, I actually have like fighting most other creatures, especially vultures, and I find it pretty fun! Though there are still a lot of things I won't mess with as of now: red lizards and red centipedes because of their sheer speed and one-hit-kill attacks, Miros birds because their habitats and tendency to travel in groups makes successfully fighting them pretty much impossible in almost all instances where I encounter them, Miros vultures because besides also appearing in very sub-optimal situations they're just scary and broken (seriously, what genius Ancient thought this bird needed the power to shoot laser-targeted bombs from its mouth???), inspectors because their aim is too good and I don't have very good maneuverability in zero-gravity, scavengers because they have too good aim and are often too numerous so I'm scared of actively making enemies with them, and leviathans because no.

But otherwise, I like stabbing lizards of all shapes, sizes, and colors, will gladly duel a vulture or king vulture anytime, I like stabbing monster kelp and pole plants (especially since they give food as Spearmaster!), will try my best to dispatch centipedes when they're being annoying and blocking paths, and out of general impatience I often find myself resorting to good ol' violence when creatures are just being annoying or inconvenient.

However, if I have slugpups with me, need to transport something and/or travel somewhere specific, or are low on Karma during an expedition, or are otherwise just trying to accomplish something non-violence-related, I try my best to (often very un-sneakily) run past them. And of course, if I've died multiple times in a row and just wanna stop dying for once, I'll avoid fights when I can to get a break.

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Mutual Devotion

In the enigmatic world of BDSM, where power dynamics, trust, and exploration intertwine, discussions often center around the expectations placed upon dominants. The pillars of loyalty, consistency, and reassurance are heralded as essential components of a dominant's toolkit in fostering a secure and fulfilling dynamic with their submissive. However, what tends to slip through the cracks of these conversations is the vibrant reciprocity that exists within BDSM relationships and today we will explore the often-overlooked dance where submissives, too, become maestros of loyalty, consistency, and reassurance in a harmonious exchange with their dominants.

Dominants are often seen as the guardians of loyalty, weaving a tapestry of commitment to their submissives. Their consistency, akin to a steady rhythm in the BDSM symphony, provides a foundation upon which trust and exploration can flourish. Reassurance, a gentle melody, is skillfully orchestrated to comfort and guide the submissive through the complexities of their journey.

Amidst the spotlight on dominants, the subtle yet powerful serenade of the submissive is revealed. Loyalty from the submissive is not a passive act but an active declaration of devotion, a dance in step with their dominant. The consistency they provide becomes the heartbeat, syncing with the dominant's rhythm to create a seamless connection. Reassurance, not just sought but also offered, becomes a melodic exchange, soothing both partners in times of vulnerability.

In the dance of BDSM dynamics, loyalty, consistency, and reassurance manifest as a reciprocal tango. Submissives, in their own right, become the guardians of loyalty, standing steadfastly beside their dominant. Consistency is their graceful movement, responding to the lead of their partner. Reassurance is a shared embrace, a mutual promise that echoes through the intricate steps of their journey.

Just as a dance adapts to the ebb and flow of music, BDSM dynamics find harmony in the reciprocal exchange. Loyalty, consistency, and reassurance become the steps that partners navigate together, creating a dance uniquely their own. The power dynamics become a shared choreography, celebrating the beauty found in each partner's contribution.

In the grand ballroom of BDSM dynamics, where dominants are often celebrated for their mastery, it is essential to illuminate the dance of reciprocity. Submissives, too, are maestros, weaving loyalty, consistency, and reassurance into the intricate steps of their shared journey. As both partners contribute to the dance, the ebb and flow create a symphony of mutual devotion, revealing that in the world of BDSM, loyalty is not a one-way street, but a dance where both partners hold each other close in the embrace of trust and commitment.

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©TLK2024

[sotcwcrp]

SECRETS OF THE CLANS, JANUARY OPENING!

In celebration of our January 14th - January 28th opening, we're going to be highlighting each of the clans, to give you a better idea of what they're like / how different they are from the books!

Today's clan is...

Windclan

ART CREDITS: carnationcarnivore on discord!

Among the gorse and heather, you see a dip in the earth, shaped almost as if some starry paw had carved it out of the moor. A great rock stands in its midst, and the figure atop it beckons you forward, into the skies and earth and the warmth of a Clan. Will you follow?

Tread well, traveler; you could very well find your family — your true home — with the breeze-blown cats of the moor.

To be your eyes into Windclan Territory, Shrimpskip a Windclan monarch is here to interview some of his clanmates! Take it away Shrimpskip!

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"Tell me a bit about WindClan territory!"

“Its big!! And so open, or closed depending where you go- you can see the fields of heather or even some nice ponds. And the tunnels are crazyyyy, there’s so many twists and almost identical places it’s sometimes hard to differentiate. I love that I can always see the stars the most about it though!” - Bluebelldancer

WindClan’s territory is spacious and expansive, not only aboveground, but below it. On the surface, the moors are covered in heather, gorse, and more plants than any one cat could ever expect to learn. The sky overhead is wide and, on finer days, makes it feel as if you could run across the territory and never find its end; at night, the stars shine down bright and close enough to brush against your whiskers. Below ground exists another world, carefully carved out and maintained by the Clan’s tunnelers. These tunnels weave below the surface, opening up into caverns and hideaways and cave systems speckled with the shining light of glowworms. 

Whether your paws take you across the moors or into the tunnels, WindClan’s territory is full of beauty and wonder—and a testament to the strength of a Clan that thrives among the elements.

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“What's your favorite spot in WindClan territory? Could you tell me a bit about why?”

“I am partial to the moors, for my heart has chosen the path of a moor runner. However, the glowing trail was where I first found myself with the opportunity of finding a new home and meeting my family. It is a place where the stars never cease to shine. A place of dreams and hopes. It is a cavern with a slow stream singing day and night lit up by the glowing blue stars on the ceiling. Of course I will also add a second favorite place, the hillside watch. A place just beyond the borders of our camp, where heather covers the grounds with a purple tint, and where the wind sings melodies as you watch the stars from the high point before it starts sloping down. Truly a place to gaze at the stars, have a chat with another, or wonder about all the questions that have yet to be solved in your mind.” - Stormweaver

Split between the wide open moorlands and the otherworldly views of the tunnels, Windclan has plenty of interesting views for one to witness. Moor runners and tunnelers often have differing opinions on what they believe to be the best view across all of Windclan, but one thing remains consistent: their love for the territory they call home.

What a variety to pick from, after all. Some spots hold a history of powerful triumph over dark times, such as the deep meadow and echoing cavern. Others whisper of times when twolegs were settled just an arch’s crossing nearby, or even dug underneath the earth just as the tunnelers do. Do you enjoy sheep-watching? Sitting atop Outlook Rock at night to watch Silverpelt gleam overhead? Taking a dip in the underground lake? Even the simple comforts of camp can appeal more than what lies outside of it, from the gentle twinkle of the bells which hang from the grand tree on the camp’s outskirts to the milkscent of the kit den. Windclan is home to many, and the unique ways each Windclanners connects to their home is a thing to take pride in.

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“What's a favorite memory you have that's taken place on WindClan territory?”

"Well y'know about the magpie fight right? Oh, it was awesome! I decked so many of those birds! My friend Fireflycry was there with me too, that day we were unstoppable. Ha! Those birds will never be coming back, I'll be sure of it!" - Auburnridge

Windclan has had a running rivalry with the local magpie population for going on three years irp! It started from Goosepaw [Now goosefang] being chased into camp by an irate bird. Now was the years have passed the fighting has become more and more intense; until recently an entire flock of magpies descended upon Windclan’s territory and camp! The fighting was intense, but in the end Windclan defeated the legion of birds and sent them packing for another year. If history is to be considered, next newleaf or greenleaf we shall see a return of those pesky birds.

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“What's one thing you'd like others to know about WindClan's culture?”

“We have the funnest holidays! The Day of Many Breezes is super cool, we all play games and hang out. We're also always collaborating - I've trained with so many different warriors and it's great to interact with everyone!” - Crabpaw

WindClan's culture is a familial, welcoming one. Many a cat has wandered into the moors and chosen to remain, appreciative of the Clan's hospitality and willingness to care for strangers as if they were one of their own. Outsiders are an important part of the Clan, for it has been Windclan’s willingness to take in strangers and welcome them into its ways that has kept the Clan so open and determined to do right by one another, no matter the differences between them. The openness of the moor and tightness of the tunnels make the close bonds between Clanmates ever more important—who, if not a Clanmate, will literally dig you out of a problem when one occurs? Many a tunneler and moor runner can attest that when something goes wrong, it’s a group effort to fix it. Besides, there are few things better than being welcomed into a "cuddle puddle" of your family, friends, and Clanmates at the end of a long day, when all you want is a warm place to rest your paws. 

WindClan's determination is notable, too! Without the shelter of the trees, WindClan cats have learned to persist even in the worst weather conditions, proud of their enviable proximity to the stars each night. And underground, where the territory is littered with rabbit warrens and badger dens, WindClan learned to make use of these features to provide for the Clan and keep it safe and secure, even in the most dire of circumstances. Adaptability and determination have kept Windclan alive through tough times, but what’s just as important is their refusal to back down from helping each other through it.

Where Windclan is weathered and strong-standing, they are also artists. Song and dance are common ways to show deep love, appreciation, or merely something to brighten one’s day. Tunnelers have perfected the art of communicating with song alone, so it isn’t uncommon to hear melodies echoing far underground. Flowers, rocks gathered from deep underground, and even the more recent addition of magpie feathers can be spotted adorning a Clanmate’s pelt, jewelry woven together from pieces of heather or long blades of grass. 

Another such art that Windclan holds dear to them is storytelling. Given how frequently wanderers come in and out of Windclan, exchanging tales and legends have become a useful passtime for Clanmates to bond through, learn more about each other, and pass on their ways of life by coming together. Stories from those who once resided beyond the Clan, stories from those who have lived their whole life within it, stories to keep kits and wide-eyed apprentices awake at night. All can be found within Windclan, if you know who to ask and where to look. Perhaps you can share tongues with the elders, or perk your ears up at a Clanmate’s tale of monsters who once roared across the thunderpath when you pass them by. With a Clan that is so tightly-knit, word travels fast. 

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“What's your opinion on your council?”

“We have been a cohesive and effective team at leading WindClan through the struggles of life. I wonder, were you expecting to find gossip? You will hear nothing but kind words regarding my fellow healers from me; Beetlenose is our collective mentor, knowledgeable and staunch in her values, the others were all mentored by us, and I shall spare you the time to hear about all five, only that they are all kind and proficient healers I am proud to have taught. As for our leader and deputy, Whisperstar cares greatly for all our clanmates... though the moons have weathered his soul, he keeps up with his duties. Shrikestorm is our deputy, though he will be retiring soon. I thank him for all he has done, he has been a reliable and steadfast presence in our council.” - Morningwatcher

WindClan’s council, for all its shifting in size, has carried its Clan through many downfalls and upswings in the passing seasons. Whisperstar sits at the helm of the Clan, having served as leader ever since he was led to the Clan on a many-moon journey by StarClan itself. Don’t let his scarred surface fool you—there’s a reason many cats see Whisperstar as an additional grandparent, and it isn’t just because he’s rather old. Deputy Shrikestorm, though close to retiring, has used his expertise and wisdom to keep WindClan safe and fed ever since his appointment, moons ago. Whoever steps into his place will no doubt have a worthy legacy to uphold in his place. 

The healers, too, have seen WindClan through great strife and great triumph, ensuring the safety of their Clanmates through sickness, wars, and the daily incidents of life on the moors and underground. Their communication with ancestors and those that have departed is essential, even if Windclan’s opinion on the power of Starclan has grown weary over the past few moons. That the entire Council holds great love and appreciation for their Clan is clear—yes, even when the healers are delivering long lectures to unwilling warriors.

[amethyst-aster]

My Dearest Aster,

As I sit down to write you this letter, my heart swells with emotions that overflow like a river brimming with love. From the moment we met, my world has been illuminated by the brilliance of your presence, and I find myself continually amazed by the depth of the connection we share.

In your eyes, I have discovered a universe where acceptance knows no bounds, where the beauty of our love is reflected in the sparkle of every shared glance. Your laughter is the melody that dances through the chambers of my heart, and your touch is the gentle caress that sends shivers down my spine, creating a symphony of sensations that only our souls can comprehend.

Together, we have navigated the winding paths of life, hand in hand, supporting each other through the highs and lows. Your strength inspires me, and your vulnerability touches the very core of my being. In your embrace, I have found a sanctuary, a place where I am free to be my truest self, unencumbered by judgment or fear.

Our love is a celebration of authenticity, a testament to the courage it takes to be true to oneself and to the profound beauty that arises when two souls intertwine, regardless of societal expectations. Each day with you is a canvas painted with the vibrant hues of joy, passion, and understanding, creating a masterpiece that is uniquely ours.

As we continue this journey together, I want you to know that you are my greatest confidant, my unwavering support, and the love of my life. You are the reason my heart beats with purpose, and the source of the warmth that fills my entire being. Loving you has been the most profound and exquisite adventure, and I am grateful for every moment we share.

In your love, I have discovered a home, a place where I am accepted, cherished, and understood. Thank you for being my anchor, my muse, and my greatest love. I look forward to a future filled with countless more shared smiles, laughter that echoes through the years, and a love that continues to grow with each passing day.

Forever Yours,

Anonymous

Dear Anon,

Thank you. For everything.

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Lukanette February 2023 - Love Songs

ao3

Hello again everyone!

I know this sounds weird but the reason I am posting a Valentine's fic right now is because that Lukanette February collection I wrote earlier this year was received so positively...Like I am literally confused as to why it was received so positively but...Because I am so grateful, I found a another oneshot from the event that I didn't finish, and I decided to finish it as a thank you.

Really, thank you for the support! It keeps me going!

I hope you enjoy this extra treat! ;)

~~~~~

After the third failed relationship, Marinette swore she would give up romance because she was tired of crying until she felt sick.

This time, she just curled in a ball in her dark bedroom and scrolled mindlessly through videos on her tablet.

But by sheer accident, YouTube switched her to a random music video.

A boy with blue hair holding a black guitar was about ready to perform. He looked just as dejected as she was.

"This one goes out to the brokenhearted," he said in a suave voice.

He played a heart-wrenching melody with this guitar that spoke to her shattered heart. But his song also understood her, and every gentle chord that filled her ears put a bandage on her broken heart.

When the boy finished his song, his ocean eyes glittered as he smiled brightly. Marinette smiled with tears in her eyes before pressing her forehead against her tablet.

She saw his name in the video title was Luka Couffaine, a name she would never forget—much more than Paris' obnoxious golden boy Adrien Agreste.

"Thank you," Marinette whispered.

"Thank you, Luka."

~~~~~

Weeks later, it was announced that the teenage guitarist Luka Couffaine would perform at a coffee shop. Marinette wanted so badly to get a ticket that she would do anything. Thankfully, her parents knew how much she admired the young musician and managed to surprise her with a ticket to his concert like an early birthday gift. But for Marinette, this was better than any birthday gift. She thanked her parents a thousand times, and her parents only asked her to say hello to Luka for them.

On the concert day, Paris was covered in soft white snow, and beautiful snowflakes in all sorts of unique shapes fell in spirals. Marinette put on hot pink snow clothes with fluffy white decorations and left plenty of footprints in the snow as she excitedly made her way to the coffee shop.

But when Marinette finally arrived, she noticed the coffee shop was packed with excited fans, and she was starting to get a bit nervous as her rising body temperature was harsh while wearing her winter coat. However, she soon became just as excited as all the others, and it was finally her turn to order a drink.

She thought about how she wished she could buy Luka a drink. And since she wasn't good with words, she would show affection by gifting him a delicious hot chocolate with heart-shaped marshmallows. And then, her thought bubble burst when she realized the people around her were eagerly waiting their turn, so Marinette asked for a coffee with a splash of strawberry milk. She found an empty table she was most comfortable in and drank her delicious hot coffee that smelled like strawberries. Marinette enjoyed her coffee as she waited in anticipation with the others, and then the lights dimmed.

Everyone's eyes darted to the stage lit by spotlights. Marinette was blown away seeing the adorable blue-haired guitarist up closer. He looked so calm and professional for a boy around her age. Luka took a moment to run his fingers through the guitar strings, causing everyone in the audience to quiet down.

"Hello everyone. Happy Valentine's Day. I hope my songs reach you and comfort you on such a chaotic holiday."

Marinette heard a few girls silently squeal, and Marinette blushed as she placed her hands over her heart. It was almost like a dream.

Luka started playing his song on the guitar, and it was like beautiful musical notes filled the room. Marinette felt like she was floating in her seat hearing Luka craft beautiful melodies with his guitar strings.

If you just walked away

What could I really say?

And would it matter anyway?

Would it change how you feel?

He sang each lyric with so much sincerity. Luka's ability to touch other people's hearts with his music moved everyone in the audience. And Marinette was crying tears of happiness because he truly healed her wounded heart with his music.

I am the mess you chose

The closet you cannot close

The devil in you I suppose

Because the wounds never heal

But everything changes, if I could

Turn back the years, if you could

Learn to forgive me, then I could

Learn to feel

Marinette was about to melt in her seat. Luka's new song filled her ears and calmed her mind. She also couldn't help but try to focus on his beautiful aquamarine eyes, even if he was on the stage away from her.

Sometimes the things I say

In moments of disarray

Succumbing to the games we play

To make sure that it's real

But everything changes, if I could

Turn back the years, if you could

Learn to forgive me, then I could

Learn to feel

Marinette couldn't help but stand up with her coffee mug and smile at Luka even if everyone else was sitting down. She could've sworn Luka looked in her direction as he played the final chords. It didn't matter because when Luka finished playing his song, everyone got out of their seats for a round of applause.

Luka smirked as he saw that his audience was overjoyed. He waved to everyone as they cheered as loud as they could.

"Thank you everyone!" Luka said.

"Thank you Luka!!!" Marinette cried.

"Yes!" One of the girls in the audience cried. "Thank you Luka!" A large group of girls in the audience shouted.

Marinette fell in love with every song Luka sang afterward. Still, soon it would be time for everyone to present the young guitarist with Valentine's gifts. She only hoped hers would be good enough.

Luka had to leave soon after his performance was done. He would've loved to sit down with a sweet cup of hot chocolate, but he had to do young celebrity things.

Marinette was practically at the end of the line of kids her age wanting to add to the pile of Luka's Valentine's gifts, and she had to leave as well. She promised to help her parents in the bakery and to tell them how the concert went. She was anxiously hoping that everyone else would be a bit quicker. But the line moved fast enough for her to place the blue heart card with a lace border on the top of the pile and quickly make her way out of the cafe to head home.

Luka quietly took some time for himself backstage. Still, when he heard everyone was done piling on Valentine's cards, he tried to make his way to the table casually. A few girls quietly showed excitement and hoped he would pick their cards. Luka smiled down on the pile. There were plenty of pink and red hearts. But the one card that caught his attention was a blue card that said "For Luka" in fancy handwriting.

He picked that one card up and opened it to see what was written inside.

The reason I still adore love songs is because of you.

~Yours Truly, Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Luka was busy trying to ensure young struggling people had a beautiful Valentine's Day.

But at this moment, a mysterious girl who seemed to have a sincere melody made his Valentine's Day.

~~~~~

After a day of work and fun, Marinette sat by her window in her fluffy pajamas as she watched the snowfall. There was nothing but peace in her adorable room, with all her art and memories of Luka Couffaine's beautiful songs echoing in her ears. She was going to rest for the night as she scrolled through Instagram and giggled at the beautiful things her friend shared, but eventually, one of the posts surprised her.

It was a recent post where Luka was at the same cafe where he performed, and in the caption, he was thanking his fans for all the Valentine's cards, but he was holding one card in particular close to his heart.

Her card!

He was holding her blue heart card and was still at the cafe for some reason!

Marinette couldn't just fall asleep now!

She got up and quickly put on some outdoor clothes before putting on her warm winter jacket with the gloves and hat. Her parents heard her rush out of her bedroom from the living room and saw her about to run out the door.

"Marinette?" Tom asked.

"What's wrong dear?" Sabine asked as well.

Marinette turned to her parents, and they saw her determined look.

"I'll be back later! I promise!" Marinette cried as she headed out the door and closed it. She was leaving her parents dumbfounded. But they raised this girl and always knew when she was up to something big.

~~~~~

The night was so cold, and her teeth chattered as she ran. Her breath was also harsh as she panted. She would've enjoyed the beautiful snow falling slowly on a quiet night, but she had to ensure she would reach him on time. Luckily, the cafe was pretty close.

The cafe owner invited Luka again because they were such a huge fan. Luka didn't mind practicing music in the peaceful empty cafe for a moment. Still, he also played his guitar outside, even if his fingers felt frozen. And eventually, he heard a girl who sounded like she was short on breath.

He was also breathless when he opened his eyes and saw her bluebell eyes for the first time. Both of them were locked in eye contact and were left breathless at the sight of each other.

It was still cold out, but they still blushed at the sight of each other while the entire world was quiet. But eventually, Marinette blinked and took a step closer.

"I knew I would find you here."

Luka's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice. It was such a beautiful energy. Such a beautiful melody he had yet to discover fully. And it made him smile softly.

"You showed my Valentine's card on your Instagram," Marinette cried delightfully.

"Oh!" Luka said as he unzipped his jacket and revealed he was hiding the card safely. "You made me this?"

Marinette giggled. "Of course! I needed to show the appreciation deep in my heart."

Luka moved closer with an unwavering smile, and Marinette nearly felt at a loss for words as her face heated up. He smiled down at her, and Marinette got a closer look at his beautiful aquamarine eyes.

"I'm happy my song reached your heart," he said.

Marinette turned away to hide her blushing face and to twirl a lock of her hair with her finger. "Of course! Your music truly was a bandaid for my broken heart."

Luka opened up the card again. "So you're Marinette Dupain-Cheng, from the Dupain-Cheng Bakery?"

Marinette squealed. "Yes, I am!"

Luka blushed. He could get used to saying that poetic name over and over.

"I always wanted to go there but was always busy with shows and practice."

Then Luka felt a rush as she swiftly took his hand with hers.

"I can take you! It's freezing out. I can make you a delicious hot chocolate!"

Luka grinned. Honestly, this sweet girl could take him anywhere she wanted.

And it certainly was the best Valentine's Day Luka ever had, where he felt so much joy as Marinette made hot chocolate while beautifully humming one of his songs. And presenting him with the most flavorful hot chocolate he had ever drank with plenty of heart-shaped marshmallows.

It was the start of something new, something beautiful.

And while he was the reason that Marinette still loved listening to love songs. She would be the inspiration for writing many more beautiful love songs in the future.

~~~~~

Author's Note: The song Luka sung in the fanfic is "Everything Changes" by Straind. I kind of chose that song at random but looking back it fits. Sweet guitar ballads suit Luka.

Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope to write more awesome Valentine fanfics for Luka and Marinette next year! See ya later!

[thelifeofthewhimsical]

𝗘𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲: 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥

Life is an unpredictable journey, full of twists, turns, and surprises waiting around every corner. At times, it can feel like we're navigating through a labyrinth of uncertainties, unsure of what awaits us at the next bend. Yet, amidst this chaos, there exists a certain magic – a whimsical essence that adds color to our existence and keeps us on our toes.

Embracing the whimsical nature of life is all about surrendering to the beauty of unpredictability, finding joy in the unexpected, and allowing ourselves to be swept away by the serendipitous moments that sprinkle our days with delight. It's about letting go of the need for rigid control, and instead opening our hearts and minds to the wonder that surrounds us.

I'm learning that one of the most enchanting aspects of embracing life's whimsy is the opportunity for spontaneous discovery. When we relinquish our attachment to plans and expectations, we create space for serendipity to work its magic. Whether it's stumbling upon a hidden gem in a bustling city, striking up a conversation with a stranger who becomes a cherished friend, or finding inspiration in the most unlikely of places, these moments of spontaneity remind us of the joy that can be found in the unexpected. Allowing room for adventure and spontaneity and adventure, give the Universe open opportunity for divine timing to take place in our lives.

Embracing life's whimsy invites us to cultivate a sense of wonder and curiosity about the world around us. When we approach each day with open eyes and an open heart, even the most mundane moments can become infused with magic. The way sunlight dances through the leaves of a tree, the laughter of children echoing through the streets, or the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from a neighborhood bakery – these are the small moments that remind us of the beauty that exists in every corner of our existence.

Embracing life's whimsy encourages us to adopt a playful attitude towards challenges and setbacks. Instead of viewing obstacles as roadblocks, we can choose to see them as opportunities for growth and adventure. Like characters in a whimsical tale, we can approach life's trials with resilience, creativity, and a dash of humor, knowing that every twist and turn adds depth to our story and leads us towards personal growth.

Embracing the whimsical nature of life invites us to celebrate the beauty of imperfection. In a world that often values perfection and precision, there is something liberating about embracing the messy, unpredictable nature of existence. It's in our quirks, flaws, and idiosyncrasies that the true magic of life resides – for it is these imperfections that make us human, that make us unique, and that make life infinitely more interesting.

So approach each day with a sense of wonder, curiosity, and openness to the unexpected. It's about dancing to the rhythm of life's unpredictable melody, embracing its twists and turns with grace and gratitude. Let's dare to wander off the beaten path, to follow the call of adventure wherever it may lead, and to revel in the enchanting whimsy of life. After all, it's in the most unexpected moments that we often find the greatest treasures.

[celesteskiess]

(1) whispers of enchantment and shadows

pairing: hongjoong x reader/oc

fandom: ateez

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: when a pirate's arrival shatters trust, Lyra discovers a wounded boy on the forbidden shore, prompting a journey that challenges her kindness against past fears

a/n: hii im rain^^ this is my first ever fic on ateez so pls be nice hihi. decided to go with an oc as i felt like that fit in the most with the story i was trying to tell. feel free to imagine yourself in her position. as of right now the only warnings for this fic is mild violence. hope u guys enjoy ♡

ch1 under the streets of heaven

As the moonlight bathed the gathering in it silvery glow, Lyra’s words lingered in the air like the softest of melodies, a reminder of the delicate balance between magic and reality, and the importance of protecting the realms of the mystical from the world of humans. 

After the storytelling lesson, Lyra found herself sitting beside a glistening pond, its waters reflecting the moonlight like a thousand sparkling diamonds. Nearby, Selene, a water fairy with translucent wings, flitted gracefully among the water lilies. 

“Selene,” Lyra called softly, her voice carrying the weight of the tale she had just shared. Selene turned her head, her eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Do you ever wonder about the humans? About the world they live in?”.

Selene alighted on a lily pad, her features pensive. “Sometimes, I do,” she replied. “I’ve heard tales of their cities, their inventions, and their vast landscapes. It’s hard not to be curious about a world so different from ours.”

Lyra sighed, her wings fluttering in a restless manner. “But you’ve also heard the stories of how they’ve altered their landscapes without thought for the consequences. How their desire for power and wealth has led to destruction and suffering.”

Selene nodded solemnly. “Yes, I have. It’s true that their actions often bring harm to the very world they inhabit. But not all humans are like that, Lyra. Some have kind hearts and seek to protect the beauty of nature.”

Lyra’s gaze was fixed on the moon’s reflection in the water, her thoughts deep and contemplative. “I know that’s true, Selene. I know that there are humans who would appreciate the enchantment of our world. But can we really trust that their influence won’t lead to chaos?”

Selene fluttered her wings and floated over to Lyra, her presence reassuring. “It’s a delicate balance, I admit. Our world is fragile, and the humans’ actions can have far-reaching consequences. But what if, just what if, there was a way for us to share the beauty of our world with them? To show them the magic that exists here, in the hopes that they might become our allies in preserving it?”

Lyra looked at Selene, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “That’s a beautiful thought, Selene. But it’s also a risky one. We’ve seen the damage that can come from human interference. How can we be sure that they won’t exploit our world for their own gain?”

Selene gently placed a dewdrop-covered hand on Lyra’s shoulder. “I don’t have all the answers, Lyra. But I believe in the power of friendship and understanding. If we could find a way to communicate with those humans who genuinely care about the environment, maybe we could work together to protect our world.”

Lyra considered Selene’s words, her heart torn between caution and the possibility of a better future. As the moon continued its slow journey across the sky, casting its silvery glow over the pond, the two friends sat together, their thoughts mingling like ripples on the water’s surface. In that moment, they were united by their love for their enchanted realm, their friendship, and the dream of a world where fairies and humans could coexist in harmony. 

-

In the heart of the Enchanted Woods, a vibrant community of fairies thrived, each with their own unique powers and abilities. Beyond Lyra and Selene, there were fairies like Carina, whose fiery spirit could conjure flames that danced in hues of crimson and gold. Shayla, the weather fairy, possessed the power to summon storms and gentle rains alike, nurturing the land with her ever-changing moods. 

These fairies, united by a shared bond with nature, lived together in harmony within the confines of the Luminous Glade. This magical realm was alive with the whispers of ancient trees, the songs of hidden brooks, and the shimmering dance of fireflies. In this ethereal world, diversity was cherished, and the fairies’ powers complemented each other in ways that brought balance to the delicate ecosystems they protected. 

At the heart of the Luminous Glade was the Fairy Court, a gathering of wise and respected fairies who helped govern the community and make important decisions. The Court was led by King Thalor, a regal figure whose aura radiated both wisdom and strength. Alongside him was his daughter, Princess Elvenia, a beacon of light whose gentle yet powerful presence reminded all fairies of their responsibility to protect and nurture their world. 

The fairies’ decision-making process was unique, guided by a deep respect for nature and the interconnectedness of all living things. In the middle of the Glade stood the Tree of Voices, an ancient oak whose branches shimmered with ethereal light. When important decisions were to be made, fairies would gather around the tree, allowing its magical energy to guide their discussions. The tree would resonate with the emotions and thoughts of each fairy, creating a harmonious exchange of ideas. 

One day, as whispers of change began to stir in the Glade, the fairies gathered beneath the Tree of Voices. King Thalor’s voice carried through the air as he addressed the assembly. “Dear fairies, our world is a sanctuary of magic and wonder, a realm woven from the threads of nature’s beauty. As our powers intertwine and our strengths combine, we must decide whether to extend a hand of friendship to those humans who seek to understand and protect our world.”

Lyra, Selene, Carina, and Shayla exchanged glances, each representing a different perspective on this delicate matter. As they spoke, their powers resonated with the Tree of Voices, weaving a tapestry of thoughts that reflected their shared concerns and aspirations. 

“We must remain cautious,” Lyra cautioned, her voice soft yet resolute. “The world of humans has brought both wonder and destruction. We should ensure that any interaction we have with them is carefully considered, with the utmost respect for the balance of our realm.”

Selene nodded in agreement. “I believe in the potential for harmony between our worlds. But we must approach this with open hearts and the wisdom to discern those who truly care from those who seek to exploit.”

Carina’s fiery spirit ignited as she spoke passionately. “Our powers are gifts that can inspire and protect. If we can teach humans to harness their abilities for good, we may pave a path to coexistence.”

Shayla’s voice echoed like a distant storm. “Nature’s rhythms are sacred. Let us remember that even as we share our world’s magic, we must always honour it’s delicate balance.”

As the fairies’ thoughts intertwined, their decision grew clearer. King Thalor nodded, his eyes filled with pride for the diverse voices that had come together in harmony. “Then let our actions be guided by both caution and hope. Let us seek those humans who hold reverence for the natural world and are willing to lear from our ancient wisdom.”

And so, the fairies of the Luminous Glade embarked on a journey to find allies among humans, guided by the lessons of their past and the dreams of a future where the realms of magic and reality could coexist in harmony. With each step, they carried the legacy of their world, the powers of their beings, and the enduring belief that through unity and understanding, even the most delicate of dreams could become reality. 

-

With the decision made to cautiously welcome humans into their realm, a sense of anticipation filled the air in the Luminous Glade. Fairies buzzed with a mix of hope and trepidation, while Lyra couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement for the unknown that lay ahead. 

The sun's rays filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor as Lyra and her friends prepared to receive the human visitors. The air was charged with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity, and Lyra could see the reflection of her own feelings mirrored in the eyes of her fellow fairies. 

But as the hours stretched on, the anticipation turned to unease. The humans hadn't arrived as expected, and the sun began its descent towards the horizon. Just as uncertainty began to take hold, a rustling sound reached Lyra's ears, causing her to turn her attention towards the edge of the glade. 

Emerging from the shadows of the trees, a small band of pirates appeared, their clothing tattered and their eyes gleaming with greed. Lyra's heart sank as the truth became clear—the humans they'd hoped to meet were not the allies they had envisioned. These pirates had heard of the fairies' magic and sought to claim it for their own. 

The leader of the pirates, a rugged figure with a twisted grin, stepped forward. "So, these are the little magical creatures we've heard so much about, eh? Seems like we've stumbled upon quite the treasure." 

Lyra exchanged a quick glance with her friends, her eyes locking with Selene's. The tension in the air was palpable, and Lyra knew that they had to protect their realm from those who sought to exploit it. 

The pirates' intentions were crystal clear as they advanced, their eyes gleaming with malice. Without a word, Carina stepped forward, her fiery power ignited. Flames danced along her fingertips as she summoned her magic, her gaze unyielding. 

"You're not welcome here," Carina's voice was steady, a fierce determination burning in her eyes. 

But the pirates were undeterred, and the clash that followed was fierce and swift. Selene's watery tendrils lashed out, attempting to bind the pirates and quell their advances, while Shayla summoned winds that howled and raged. The forest itself seemed to rise in defence of its fairy guardians, as vines snaked out from the undergrowth to ensnare the pirates' feet. 

Amidst the chaos, Lyra's heart raced, her own power coursing through her veins as she leaped into the fray. Yet, despite their efforts, the pirates proved to be formidable foes, their weapons and cunning giving them an edge. 

In a desperate bid to protect her friends, Carina unleashed a torrent of flames, sending a wall of fire crashing towards the pirates. The searing heat and blinding light halted the pirates' advance, and they screamed in pain as they stumbled back. 

But victory was not to be theirs that day. The pirates managed to retreat into the depths of the forest, nursing their wounds and nursing their wrath. The fairies watched them disappear into the shadows, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and resolve. 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Luminous Glade, Lyra and her friends gathered to tend to their own wounds. Their realm had been tested, their trust shattered, and yet, their unity remained unbroken. The encounter had shown them the importance of their caution, the value of their bonds, and the need to protect their world from those who would seek to harm it. 

And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Lyra gazed up with a sense of renewed determination, her heart filled with hope that even in the face of adversity, the magic of their realm would endure.

-

Years flowed like the gentle stream that wound its way through the Enchanted Woods, carrying with them a sense of wary watchfulness. The fairies of the Luminous Glade had grown more cautious, their once hopeful hearts now tempered by a deep-rooted fear of humans. Whispers of danger, fueled by the memory of the pirate encounter, had woven their way into the very fabric of their existence. 

Yet life continued in the depths of the forest, and on this particular day, a sense of tranquility hung in the air. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a mosaic of shadows on the forest floor. As Lyra walked along the familiar paths, she passed by friends who greeted her with nods and smiles, their wings shimmering in the dappled light. 

Selene was tending to a crystal-clear brook, the water tinkling softly as it flowed over polished stones. "Lyra," she greeted, her voice a gentle melody, "have you felt the breeze today? It carries a sense of calm." 

Lyra nodded in agreement, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. "Indeed, Selene. The breeze whispers secrets of the world beyond, reminding us of its beauty." 

Further along, she encountered Carina, her fiery aura a stark contrast to the cool shade of the trees. "Lyra," she called, her voice tinged with both warmth and determination, "remember to be cautious in these times. Our magic is precious, and we must protect it.”

"I know, Carina," Lyra replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But I also remember a time when we thought humans could be allies. It's a difficult balance.”

As the day wore on, Lyra found myself drawn to a massive oak tree towards the outskirts of the glade. Its gnarled branches reached skyward, as if yearning to touch the heavens. Lyra settled beneath its sheltering branches, feeling the cool grass beneath her and the gentle pulse of the earth. 

Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, allowing the magic of the Enchanted Woods to flow through her. The soft rustling of leaves above her seemed like a chorus of whispers, each one carrying a message of the world's hidden wonders. The breeze wrapped around her, carrying the scent of blossoms and the promise of adventure. 

In that moment, Lyra felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. It was a connection to the ancient magic that bound us all, the very essence of the Enchanted Woods that flowed through every living thing. Her wings trembled with anticipation, and as she stretched them out, they glowed with a soft light that mirrored the energy that flowed within her. 

Amidst the whispers of leaves and the rustling of creatures, Lyra realised that while fear had seeped into the hearts of her fellow fairies, the magic of our realm remained steadfast. The Enchanted Woods were a realm of wonder, of delicate balance, and of unity with nature. As long as the fairies remained true to these principles, the magic would endure, waiting to be discovered by those who truly understood its significance. 

And so, Lyra sat beneath the ancient oak, her heart a mixture of caution and hope, knowing that even in the face of fear, the enchantment of their world persisted, waiting to be shared with those who could see its beauty beyond the shadows of doubt.