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arijackz · 29 days

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PICK A CARD: What Will Your FS Admire Most About You?

⚤ “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, disregard any pronouns that do not apply to you.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✠ Pile One ✠ (King of Cups,Page of Cups,The World,7)

✧ Cards went wiillldddd. You stir up so much emotion in this person, it’s crazy. Your heart chakra is front and center here. You are picture-perfect harmony and universal love to your spouse. Your love can’t be contained, you love them, your friends, your favorite mug, worms out in the rain, strangers, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.

✧ All I see is a wide-ass smile, the biggest, wateriest eyes, and full cheeks. Your spouse thinks you’re sunshine-incarnated.

✧ This will sound corny, but your heart and love for the world and all its diversity make you appear angelic; God’s gift to humanity. The emotional depth you have is nothing shy of divine. Your ability to understand and reconnect your person with their inner dreamer makes you irreplaceable in their eyes.

✧ I feel like your future spouse had to navigate around a lot of emotionally stunted people who left scars that prevented them from forming healthy relationships. Your empathy and desire to make space for peace and unity in this world give them hope that true love is alive and they are the lucky son of a bitch who gets to call an angel, theirs.

✧ I smell salt and hear waves. (I bet you’re tired of the cheesy poetry but HEY, me and your boo are OBSESSED with your energy) You truly are as beautiful and powerful as the seven seas.

✧ You know the Ouroboros, and how it's sometimes depicted as a snake wrapped around the oceans, holding onto its tail to keep the world together? Yea, that. To your future partner, you hold the key to their world. You add so much color and vibrancy. You turn over their inner ocean and awaken so much repressed child-like wonder within them.

✧ Wow. Your spouse loves the depths of you.

✧ Check for water placements, signs, and houses, in your natal chart. Some of you have insane intuition and have clairsenses. Clairaudience to be specific.

✧ Some of you are active in charities or aspire to make a difference in society. Maybe you’re into esoteric practices or anything else metaphysical.

✧ I even have a few philosophers here. Okay, KANT! (somebody please get this joke)

She Excites the Seven Seas

✠ Pile Two ✠ (Ace of Pentacles,8oW,The Emperor rev., “I Want”)

I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me

✧ Of course, you don’t have to be a woman but that TikTok sound SCREAMED at me. Your future spouse is lowkey intimidated by you and they love it.

✧ You have big dreams. Big plans. But most importantly, a million and one ways to get you where you need to be. Your ability to say “I want this,” and then actually go out and GET it?? Your spouse is like the meme that goes “I’m a little scared, but I’m turned on.”

✧ I also see that you’re unconventional. If people have been doing whatever you want to do a certain way for years, you'll find ways to do it differently, just cause. You’re a true trailblazer. Your self-conviction is so damn alluring. Even for the people who struggle with insecurity sometimes, once you get over that hump and decide that you desire something, you fucking get it. Your partner sees you like magic. They are impressed by just how quickly your desires are set in motion for you. They feel that you are powerful and bring a great deal of power to them from just being in your proximity.

✧ You are also the “I don’t take shit from nobody” type. Not from strangers, not from your friends, your family, not even from your partner. In their eyes, you know your worth and have a strong self-foundation that nobody can tear down. There is genuine admiration and respect here. I even get the “I want to be like you when I grow up” mentality.

✧ There is a speediness to you they find very attractive. Either the way you behave, speak, or just stress about time, your pacing holds a special place in their heart. (or maybe, despite all of your responsibilities, you manage to find stillness in the chaos and slow down when necessary)

✧ The way you speak drives this person wild. It's like your voice narrates their thoughts and is the source of all of their arousal. Do with that information what you will...(don't be cruel, you make this person so nervous).

✧ I shuffled through a playlist and E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!! by Corpse came on and one of the lyrics goes,

She just look into my soul with them Shinigami eye Coke in my nose and a blade on her thigh. Man, I think this girl is really trying to plan my demise

✧ Yea, you put the fear of God into this person, but in a good way! Your presence can be chilling sometimes. Fire energy for sure. There are definitely people here from pile 2 of my first pac, “What are your most alluring qualities?”, check that out if you want to.

✧ Okay, this energy has me needing to take a LAP, bye.

"Man, I Think This Girl Tryna Plan My Demise"

✠ Pile Three ✠ (10oW, 9oW)(no other cards wanted to come out, real stubborn)

✧ Okay so, this feels specific?... and maybe even a lil off topic but I feel called to say this

✧ I sense that you and your person are psychically connected and share the mutual feeling that the two of you are meant to cross paths. The both of you have gotten your fair share of fuckery in this lifetime and this union feels like divine justice.

✧ This sounds a little fucked up, but you guys flourish amid trauma. Dark energy alchmaziers. You best wield your potential while you’re going THROUGH it.

✧ You had to “die” and bury yourself a dozen times to get where you are today.

✧ You are a very evolved individual. Throughout your life, traumatic events and relationships have forced you to bear a lot of weight on your back and it’s like the pressure has forged you into a diamond. With each curveball life threw at you, you stood tall and pushed to make something of yourself, proving your worth after a lifetime of strife and instability.

✧ Scorpio/Capricorn and 8th house/10th house placements. (check midpoints).

✧ A lot of you have tense shoulders, upper back, shoulder, and neck pain from the unease and anxiety your body carries. You have insomnia and may even struggle with nightmares.

✧ This person you’re coming into union with is so healing.

✧ This is something the both of you broke down and prayed for on your darkest days. This is a true partner, the soul that kept yours warm when the world was so cold. You had to put your dreamier side on the back burner to survive. This person will make you feel safe to dream again.

✧ I don’t have anything specific to say because you and your person feel so secretive You two recognize each other’s pain and are the only people you guys trust. Like not even lil ol’ me can really get through to y'all. Y’all ride AND die for each other, in this life and the next.

✧ If you’re into astrology and already have a feel for who this person is, check your guys’ composite chart. Strong Scorpio energy here.

✧ Coming into union with this person will feel like a wish fulfillment.

✧ (short pile, it felt like a quick message for those of you who feel this connection telepathically. This is probably a secondary choice.)

"I Want To Caress The Piece of Me Within You"

✠ Pile Four ✠ (Queen of Wands, 9oP rev., 7oP, 4oP rev., the high priestess, queen of cups, “I will”)

✧ You’re a bad bitch, truly. Your fs isn’t calling you a bitch, buuuttttt she a baddie, she know she a ten! She a baddie with her baddie…. wait a minute…

✧ You may not have a lot of friends? You keep your circle tight-knit because you have been deeply hurt in the past and you guard your peace fiercely. For some of you, your home life was quite tumultuous and you struggle with financial security and inner happiness. It seemed like the world did not want you to feel good about yourself or succeed.

✧ Do you know that viral display of a deer’s ribcage with a spear through it, and how even though an attempt was made on the deer’s life, he managed to survive and lived for years after that event; all while still growing bone marrow with a giant fucking spear through its ribcage?

✧ “A close encounter with a hunter left the deer with several broken ribs and part of an arrow embedded in its body. Remarkably, the animal survived, and bone grew around the shaft and arrowhead lodged in the creature's side."

✧ "The deer lived with the arrow inside its body until years later, when another hunter killed the animal, cut the deer open, and discovered its amazing secret…As the tough tissue formed over the arrow, it acted as a splint for the damaged rib cage, strengthening the deer's injured body.”

✧ I highlighted some words that needed emphasizing. That’s how your partner sees you. They are in complete awe of the resilience and sheer tenacity you hold. They look at you and can’t believe the person before their eyes. The troubling history you usually try to hide from your romantic partners is exactly what allures this person.

✧ You won’t ever lay on your belly and cry about life passing you by. You aren’t the type to victimize yourself and “woe is me” your way out of self-improvement.

✧ You are quite ambitious and aim to push forward, even if the odds are stacked against you.

✧ I get the message that some people in this pile have struggled with self-harm over the years. Your partner wants to kneel down and kiss your scars like a white knight, and vow to protect you emotionally and physically for as long as you’ll have them.

✧ The spear-deer imagery is so interesting. The deer represents virality. It is a symbol of piety, gentleness, devotion, and fertility. Especially with the queen of wands, the high priestess, AND the queen of cups, you provide profound love, passion, and insight to this person. However, even as a deer, you are quite badass???

✧ You are as gentle as a strand of hair but as strong as wool. Dainty but unbreakable.

✧ They have no desire to infantilize you because they know you are already your own greatest warrior. But they don’t want you to feel that you have to fight alone. Whatever burdens are on your plate, they take away as much as possible because they want to be a piece of the paradise you fight for.

✧ This is meant to be a short pac, a Tumblr post won’t do the unbelievable strength in your character much justice. Just know that your fs is so fucking in love with you and wants to spend their life by your side because of just how awe-struck they are by you.

✧ I mean c’mon… will YOU ever forget the story of the coolest fucking deer in existence??

"I Yearn To Be the Name You Call Out in Victory"

#pac #pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #astrology observations #pick a pile #arijackz

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amelee23 · 11 months

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I didn't accidentally love you | Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: Hopelessly romantic fluff, angst, poetry, a little comedy

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: reader is an insecure poet, heartbreak, bad self esteem, poetry clubs, Hyunjin is dripping charisma, shameless flirting, reader thinks hyun is a jerk for like a second, reader.exe stops working multiple times, reader gets shy, i just HAD to be funny at the end OKAY

Synopsys: Your friends forced you to become part of a poetry club, and when you receive a task to write a poem about sadness, you realize you accidentally write it about Hyunjin, the guy you had a crush on and tried to forget about. And he finds out.

A/N: I promised @astraystayyh to write this, here you go sugar <3

Artists have many moments of weakness.

Those moments when you start to question your craft, whether you're even worthy of being called an 'artist' or you're just a fleeting talent that is going to wash away with time, just like the hobby or interest of a preschooler. You inquire if you're worthy staining pages with ink, using the words of the dictionary just to feel the high of belonging - the high of doing show and tell with your emotions like it's a new toy your parents gifted you; or you should just remain a consumer, and observe the beauty that lies in others, the beauty others can create. Could your craft ever rise to all these expectations?

But what else is there to life, if not making art?

Perhaps you've always been clinically insane, but you've only truly felt alive when you felt the beauty of the world - dark and bright alike - conveyed through you in the form of poetry and words, sent by the angels above for a mere human to toy with. So you pick up the pencil again.

The paper before you is blank, and you're frankly uncomfortable in the position you are in, notebook on your thighs, back curved over the page as if you're shielding unwritten words from the sun itself to not read them. But you've always felt more at ease writing outside, under the natural light of the sky, with the clouds passing by carelessly, like they don't have doubts about their worth like a human would. But the stares of the students passing by are not exactly comfortable. You take a breath and urge yourself to focus; they don't care about what you're doing, they're just heading to their classes, living their lives (hopefully) with that same hunger you have for art, for their chosen subjects.

You face your paper again and remember the prompt you were given - writing a poem involving the feeling of sadness - that you're supposed to hand over to the club in a couple of days. Insecurities and procrastination led you to keep putting it off, but the dread of a deadline has always been a great motivation for humanity. Your friends urged you towards this, to join the poetry club of your university - it's a small, non-profit club put together by a bunch of random art and literature students. It's so non-profit in fact, that it barely has any funding at all. They had to fight tooth and nail to be allowed to host the club meetings every week in the sculpting room - and that, late in the day, when the cleaning staff unlocks the doors for their cleaning sweep. You sit on awkward, stained chairs, and make sure to raise your feet up one by one to not stand in the way of the mop and brooms. But the club members would withstand anything, and would pretty much commit homicide to keep the club running. One more reason why, when faced with the passion and fighting spirit your club mates have, you wonder if you even have a space with them. You had to be shoved - one could say even blackmailed - by your friends to take the step forward and join, so you could be able to share your craft with others. You were perfectly happy letting your poems stack up in endless notebooks on top of your dusty bookcase. You didn't feel the need to share them, per se - but everyone else insisted it would have been a crime to keep them to yourself selfishly like that.

Sadness, sadness. You need to embody sadness for this prompt. You look around for inspiration, but there is no sad sight to see. The sky is clear, in colors of baby blue and soft whites, the branches of the green, young trees are barely even swaying in the wind, and there's college students laughing all around. Has anything sad happened in your life lately? Not really, nothing to inspire poems at least. Not that you are bursting at the seams with happiness, but you believed no one really is. There's a lot going on behind the cover of every human passing by, and even if all you can feel is the slight shoulder brush of a stranger, you do know those shoulders carry as much, if not even more weight than yours.

That's it. You start writing, and word by word they flow, one line, two lines until you have seven of them - you even managed to rhyme! It's not much, but it's honest work. Since there is no one close by, you begin to read the poem out loud softly. Hearing what you wrote always helps you perfect the rhymes, the punctuation and change around words if they sound too awkward. After erasing, rewriting and erasing again just to end up redoing the whole last two lines, you finally thought it was good enough.

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Here and now, I must take a vow:

You'll never hear me confess, that in the depths of my weary chest

Underneath the smile I wore, there's a sadness in my soul;

Nothing's wrong - it's my biggest lie, hiding a muffled cry

Just behind a giggle and a laugh, acting is my biggest craft;

I loved you - but heard the ticking of the clock and thought

No more. It's time I stopped and gave you up.

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You smile, because for a split second you actually think your poem sounds really good. But then, the insecurities crash on top of you again. Your club mates are probably writing long, heart-wrenching poems that are going to make you cry when you read them. Your idea will surely seem shallow and rushed in comparison to theirs. With a sigh, you wish to be able to just give yourself this one. Tell yourself you did good enough by trying and move on - brush it off and think progressively, that your next poem is going to be even better than this one. But you don't truly feel that way, so you begin to beautify the first letter of every line with calligraphic letters to overcompensate for the lack of skill you feel you have. The capital H at the beginning of the first line, the capital Y at the beginning of the second line and so on; you turn them into beautiful, aesthetic calligraphy as much to your ability. In the end, you just think you've made a mess, and that there is simply too much ink on the page now.

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Here and now, I must take a vow:

You'll never hear me confess, that in the depths of my weary chest

Underneath the smile I wore, there's a sadness in my soul;

Nothing's wrong - it's my biggest lie, hiding a muffled cry

Just behind a giggle and a laugh, acting is my biggest craft;

I loved you - but heard the ticking of the clock and thought

No more. It's time I stopped and gave you up.

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Oh no.

Your eyes open wide and you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

The first letter of every single line, from top to bottom, spell HYUNJIN. The name of the boy you swore to yourself you've moved on from.

Hyunjin, who spoke about life as if it was art itself and spoke about art as if it was life itself.

Hyunjin, with the calm and warm voice - quiet and observant and yet, from the ocean in his eyes, bathed in a soft moonlight, it always seemed like his mind was in faraway lands, dreaming, humming, sighing before a field of lilies in the middle of the night.

Hyunjin, who seemed like through every song he listened to and sang, every poem he read and wrote, every painting he saw and painted, he dicovered all the secrets the universe had. As if human life was a melancholic, nostalgic memory to him, life experiencing itself all over again - he seemed so kind, so unfazed, so utterly in love with existence.

Hyunjin, who read every single one of your poems and told you he'd never allow you to leave the club. He was always so warm, you could hardly believe he wasn't doing it out of habit, spreading his magical touch over the wounds in your heart just like he would with anyone else. But it wasn't his fault you always questioned your worth.

Hyunjin, with whom you've fallen in love with gravely. For every smile he showed around you, for every squeal-like laugh he gifted you, for every time he held your hand gently to calm your nerves, you added one more day to the delusion of hanging on to him.

Hyunjin, who was merely a pipe dream.

He is the co-leader of the poetry club you're in. That's why you've always considered his compliments and encouragements to be just him doing his job - and yet they continued to fuel that foolish fire of yours for far too long. You never confessed to him, of course. But there would be nothing wrong with you two dating, from an ethical point of view. This is just a poetry club ran by students, it's not like having a crush on your boss. But still, the title of co-leader put him above you in a way you couldn't describe. Maybe it's the fact that he has more experience in art. Maybe it's the fact that he's more skillful. Maybe it's the fact that he's taught you many techniques and actually became a figure to rely on. Therefore he was still above you in a way, and so was the leader.

The leader of the club, she resembled Hyunjin in an almost eerie way. People do say, someone who is beautiful on the inside will always radiate beauty on the outside, too. That was a clear description of both of them. She too, was a romantic and an artist, she had a feather light laugh, star like freckles dusting her face, and eyes that could hold galaxies. She was the end of Hyunjin's sentences and the beginning of his thoughts. They made an incredible pair and their teamwork was impeccable as leaders. They weren't dating, but your heart kept telling you, that one day they will. It would be simply impossible for two souls so perfectly woven for each other to simply separate and go their different ways. And yet, you still foolishly had fallen for Hyunjin and every single week, the pain in your chest grew.

Oh, it hurt. It shouldn't have, really. You were just a newcomer being silly and they were fit for a lifetime. You had no chance nor the courage to hope and dream a miracle would land you in Hyunjin's loving arms. She wasn't to blame, he wasn't to blame, your pain was fully your fault. You fell in love and you had to fix it. So you made an oath with yourself to let it go, get those heavy rocks off of your lungs and allow yourself to breathe. There will be other boys in your life. They will not be Hyunjin, but other boys will exist.

You thought you were done with the tears, with the heartache and the love-sick poems. But it seemed you did have one more poem left in you, and it bubbled to the surface.

If the sun wasn't that bright, you wouldn't even have noticed the shadow of someone looming over you. You heard a melodic hum above your head and when you looked up, your heart dropped.

"What do we have here?" He teased, snatching your notebook right out of your hands. You couldn't even react in time, he was already standing up before you, reading the contents of your poem. His lips hung slightly open and he let out a gasp, and you really thought poetry was perhaps the only way to describe the look on his face. You watched his eyes travel the page, his chest deflating very rarely as if he was holding his breath. He looked surprised, but it wasn't an anxious type of bewilderment, nor an excited one either. He was looking at your notebook as if it was some sort of mythical creature, something that shouldn't possibly exist-

And then his eyes found yours. They wrecked you from the inside out, a brown so blown out, so dark, unalike what you've seen before. There was no more serene skies and calm seas in his eyes, there was a storm, a hurricane - a complete blackout. He looked frightened. Maybe he was in fact, still shaken by the secrets of the universe. Maybe humans are not supposed to know what mythological creatures actually look like. Maybe denying their existence would be easier on the collective-

"I can explain!" You jump up from the bench you were seated on. "That was an accident - it's not what it looks like!" He's not listening to you. His mind has gone to those faraway lands again, and he's dreaming while he glances at the page. You move to take the notebook away from him, but he raises it above his head. He's too tall to reach, so you don't even try.

"Well." He speaks, softly, anxiously, awkwardly. He softly lowers the notebook, but he holds it tight to his chest. He won't let you take it back. "I think now it's only fair I dedicate my poetry to you as well." Now it's your turn to remain with your mouth agape. You're blinking at him, and you don't realize you're looking at him exactly the same way he looked at you a minute ago. You're both scared and yet in marvel, and he takes a step closer. You inhale sharply, but it gets stuck in your throat. You can't breathe, your stomach is tense, and a shiver is shaking the fingers of your hands. His eyes are transfixed on yours, and he moves even closer, he's too close - and he asks for permission. "If you'll allow me?"

He's asking you to become his muse.

But you couldn't answer him even if you wanted to. It's embarrassing, but the only thing you can muster is a whimper.

He continues to stare at your face, until slowly and gradually a smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he lets out a giggle. He waves a hand in front of your face and cocks an eyebrow, in an attempt to bring you out of your daze. You're so confused you could die.

Was the last few minutes just a joke? Was he just mocking you-? He must have been. Nothing is as good as it seems, and Hwang Hyunjin couldn't be any different. Maybe he was just a self centered jerk under the dreamy romantic aura he carried. It would be easier to start hating him than to continue helplessly liking him, right?

You barely register Hyunjin putting your spiral notebook down on the bench to gently rip out the page with the poem. He folds the page in two and then hands you your notebook back.

"As the co-leader of the club, I reject your entry. You must write another poem, I'm confiscating this one." You cock your head. What is he saying? Is this still, all part of the joke?

"What- what are you- what are you gonna do with it?" You manage to spew out a sentence, not that it was the most important question to ask. Hyunjin raises his shoulders.

"Put it on my wall? Tape it in my journal? I'll find a place." He answers nonchalantly. You see his eyebrows dance on his face as he thinks for a second, then his expression tells you he got an idea. "Or... I could give it back to you... If you visit the seashore with me."

You side eye him and furrow your brows. "To do what?" He raises his shoulders again.

"I need inspiration for all of the poems I'm gonna start writing about you." He's calm, almost too calm as he says it, and he begins to smile once more as he watches your mouth hang open again.

"Are you making fun of me?" You finally ask, and Hyunjin looks downright offended. He raises his eyebrows, and comically cranes his neck back, pointing a finger at himself and then at you.

"ME? Make fun of YOU? Why? I'm... asking you out on a date..." And you're somehow supposed to process that information without finding a million excuses why this shouldn't be happening and wouldn't be happening. But it is happening.

"So you're not joking?"

"No?" He replies shaking his head.

"You're being serious."

"Yeah.." He replies, this time nodding his head.

"Seriously?" He laughs, finding you adorable.

"Seriously." Suddenly, the situations is a little too real and too much to take. Your hopelessly romantic and yet heavily insecure brain almost ruined a moment you could have only dreamt about, and you almost thought Hyunjin was a jerk. You hide your face in your hands and let out a muffled whine. Hyunjin is extremely amused, and feeling a little playful, he comes closer and cocks his head close to your face. You can't see him, but you peek through your fingers when you hear him speak again. "So is that a yes?" You watch glimpses of his face between your fingers and nod back at him. "Great then!" His face is so bright, and you can't hide your eyes from his anymore. Today, you saw how his eyes looked with a storm in them, but now they look different once more - like a sunrise above a beach, it's all so golden and full of life, sweet like honey and rich like gold. Warmth spreads through your chest, and he places a hand gently on your arm. His thumb caresses your bicep for a few seconds. "I'll text you the details."

You feel drunk, as his touch leaves your body but still lingers. He walks away to his next class, but he turns around briefly to remind you of your task.

"And don't forget you have to write a new poem until Thursday!" He waives the page he stole from you between his fingers and laughs his ass off at the exasperated sigh you give in return and the angry squint and pout.

You're pretty sure he didn't believe you when you said that poem was an accident. And he never will, even when you try to explain it to him on your first date. And on the second date you swear it wasn't on purpose, and on the third date you tell him for just how long you've liked him and how you tried to let him go. And on the fourth date he tells you he knows your poem wasn't an accident no matter what you think or say. And on the fifth, you agree with him.

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geppettospuppet · 6 months

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pino affection hcs<3

a/n: two hc posts in a day bc i'm insane I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! ok hope u sillies enjoy

ok remember how i said in my last post pinocchio would be gentle?

OWIRJALDJJRAAAAHAHAHHEJAJAJA *EATING SHEETMETAL*

yeah so anyway that 100% includes how he interacts with his lover

actually, pino would go out of his way to learn to become more gentle and empathetic for the person he developes feelings for (once he learns what empathy is ofc)

because he isn't very vocal, don't expect him to say "i love you" too often

i mean HE WILL!! but with the way his mind works, he'd rather just show you that he loves you through actions

one of the biggest things for p is quality time

i've seen some people on here have the reader read stories to pino and oh my gosh i absolutely love the idea

not only would he listen to you read stories to him, but he would also just be a great listener in general

whether you're telling him about your day or ranting about a pet peeve

he will always listen to you intently because well!!! he loves you and you could never annoy him

not that pino gets annoyed often... unless it's at gemini...

another thing i can see that pretty boy doing is kiss his partner periodically without warning

and he will do it EVERYWHERE

be prepared for surprise kisses

but pino isn't the type to be aggressive about it at all. it's more like... you'll be doing something mundane and p will just come up and kiss you softly on your head/hand/cheek/lips/ect

tbh this is giving me a oneshot idea

he also loves to cuddle, but was super hesitant to do it at first because he's so heavy that he's nervous you'll just feel uncomfortable:(

but over time i can def see him crawling into bed with you and snuggling after you gave him a talk about it

"pino you never make me uncomfortable when you cuddle with me!!! now get in bed!!!" and he just obeys and the topic never gets brought up again

also, i hope you're not freaked out by people staring at you

because tbh... pino would absolutely stare at you intently over everything you do

but the boy is just so enamored by you and your beauty HE JUST NEEDS TO LOOK AT YOU ALL THE TIME!!!!

im sorry he's kind of a weirdo </3

also? because he's learning what it means to be human what better way to do it than to just watch it happen in real time!! and from his favorite person at that!!!

another thing i can see p doing is giving you random things he finds while adventuring

sometimes they're really cool things like extra parts from a giant puppet he fought!!

other times... it would be trash

but nevertheless, you still accept it because it truly is the thought that counts

and if it's cool to him and brings him joy, it brings you joy too!!

overall this boy just adores you and and would give you the world if he could. you're just so delicate and precious to him💞

#blushing and giggling as i type this #hes just so dreamy I CANT!!#gentle lover pinocchio best pinocchio #lies of p #lies of p headcanons #lies of p x reader #lies of p imagines #pinocchio headcanons #pinocchio x reader #pinocchio

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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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Yoriichi saving you just in time from getting killed by a demon

Pairing: Yoriichi x midwife!reader

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: Your job takes you to the poor Kamado family, who are expecting their first child. But instead of a joyful birth, you are greeted by the cruel claws of a demon. What luck that an extraordinary swordsman shows up on this fateful evening.

Warnings: near death, injury, child birth, I'm not a midwife mystelf so this part isn't that detailed, lots of angst but comfort, this is my first demon slayer fic EVER so please show some support, I really appreciate it 🤍 (added 2 additional pics into the fanfic because I'm so amazed by the insane quality of these ai pics)

Tags: @froufrousnowman

„Excuse my rude interruption, but is this the Kamado residence?”

You are exhausted, sweat dripping from your forehead on this warm summer day, the sun shining down on you with all its strength. But you were called here, so you came. After all, this is your job. As a midwife by heart, you fear no weather when it comes to aid another woman by delivering her child.

“Yes, I am Sumiyoshi Kamado. Are you the midwife we were calling for?”

The man in front of you smiles at you kindly. You can tell by one look into his inviting eyes that he’ll be an amazing father. But before that, you have some work to do.

“That’s right, my name is (y/n). May I see your wife?”, you ask kindly, taking off the package of tools you were carrying on your back.

“She’s sleeping at the moment, but please allow me to lead you inside. Would you like to eat or drink something? I just cooked dinner!”

The excitement dripping from his voice really warms your heart. In times like these, gifting a child into the world seems like a burden, like an impossible task. It was in no way granted that an expected child was in any way welcomed. You’ve seen it all, the horrible things father and mother would do to prevent the new life from existing, how fate itself decided to stretch its hands out and take the child away from this earth way too soon. You’ve seen tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of despair. But oh, just one loving look of fresh mother and father into their babies’ tiny face is enough to make it all worth it for you.

“How did your wife feel within the last days? Did she complain about pain, especially in her back? Bleeding? Did she have to defecate more often than usual?”

Carefully, you place your tools onto a white cloth and disinfect your hands with strong alcohol when entering the room.

“She looks very peaceful, that’s great”, you hush.

What a beautiful woman she is, laying on her side with her hands covering her belly even while she sleeps safe and sound. Instinctively you kneel down next to her, gently caressing her cheek.

“This is your first child, isn’t it?”

“Yes. And I am beyond grateful you decided to help her even though we aren’t able to pay you decently. I wish I could give you more-“

“Please, don’t worry about it. I really enjoy being here. And if it helps your wife, no coins in the world are a better reward”, you interrupt with soft voice, looking down at her one last time before getting up and silently leaving the room along with her husband.

Your eyes dart towards the small window. How lovely the sunset looks today. Is it already this late? You must have been traveling for quite some time. As if on cue, your stomach begins to rumble. Well, maybe a cup of tea and something warm to eat would be a blessing right now.

“I am a little nervous. After all, I know nothing about the birth of children and how to care for them afterwards. But I love my wife so dearly, imagining a little child with her eyes truly makes me feel whole. Do you have any children yourself?”

What a kind man he is, sitting opposite to you with a cup of tea in his hand and his eyes glistening in the down-going sun. Despite the cruelness of the world, the tales of demons hunting down humans with what seems like no aim, all the bitterness and tears, this man was able to keep his warm smile and optimism.

“No. While I do adore children, I am not married. It’s hard to find a man willing to marry a midwife”, you explain briefly.

There is no sense in denying the fact that you are of low birth, a self-taught midwife since no man was willing to teach you. And in a world full of gorgeous young girls with skin like porcelain and kimono’s worth more than your housing, you will never catch the attention of a male. But somehow, you’ve found your inner peace with that. After all, helping other woman to finally receive their own little family fills you with enough joy to overlook that you’ll never have a man or a chid by your side yourself.

Confident knocks against the wooden door rip you out of your conversation.

“Are you awaiting someone?” you question.

Within the village you live in, it is told over and over to not leave the house after sunset. And while you don’t consider yourself superstitious, not going out when it’s all dark always seemed plausible enough for you. But now, the sun almost set, the trees around you barely lighten by the weak beam.

“No, but maybe it is someone who needs help.”

You get up from the ground, mindlessly holding onto the cloak in your hands tightly while holding your breath. It might be someone in the need of help. But out here in the woods, who knows…Shivers run down your spine, eyes staring at the door filled with curiosity.

The sight in front of you isn’t one of a robber, an old lady in distress or a demon though. Your orbs widen slightly. No, this is a man. And what a man he is.

The way he carries himself with so much peace and elegance. He looks…majestic. His fuchsia eyes lay upon your host. And even though you don’t understand from afar what they are talking about, you can tell that his firm but calm voice could tame entire oceans. What a remarkable perfect face he has, the only interruption being a scar covering his forehead. So elegantly clothed with a katana attached to his belt? You draw a little closer, take in his sight a little clearer. He looks like one of the men you’ve seen before in your village right after a whole family was brutally killed during night. He was armoured with a katana too. Could it be?

“Are you a demon slayer?”

You want to curse yourself for speaking to him so ruthlessly, for interrupting their conversation so harshly. But you’ve got so lost in his sight that it seems your mouth opened itself.

“Indeed. This is a riskful area. Keep your doors and windows locked during night time and do not leave your wife unattended. Please don’t roam around the house on your own and stay with your husband”, he instructs towards both of you.

Why does he look at you while calling you “wife”? You blink a few times when realization slowly but surely hits you. Oh. Your face reddens instantly, eyes snapping towards your host in pure shock.

“Oh, you misunderstood! She isn’t my wife, but the midwife that will help my wife delivering our firstborn. She’s sleeping at the moment”, he explains calmly while smiling at you.

The stranger’s eyes lock with yours, you can’t help but hold your breath. From all the men you’ve seen come and go in your lifetime, he definitely is the most captivating one. Is it because of his flawless appearance, because he carries himself with so much elegance? Or is it the calmness that radiates from his voice, the power you’re able to sense on him? Maybe nothing, maybe both.

“That is very kind for you. I will stay in this area tonight, but please look after yourself”, the stranger continues, glancing at you one last time before turning around and heading back into the woods.

“Thank you!”

“What an interesting man!”, your host comments towards you, closing and locking the door like he was told you.

“Do you believe in demons?”, you question.

His eyes darts towards you, the positive spark in them gone for the split of a second.

“I’ve witnessed a lot of deaths that happened during the night, terrible massacres with no one surviving. I am firmly convinced that a human being could never to something like that.”

“Humans can be cruel too”, you argue, pictures of all the horrible things you’ve seen within the years you’ve been working as a midwife flooding your mind.

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder who the real monsters in this world are. The demons, the wild animals? Or humans who pretend to be on top of the world, who tear down everything and everyone when they feel like it?

“That is correct. But we are trying our best, right? And that is all that matters for me.”

“It’s getting late, I should look after your wife. Is it alright if I rest with her for today?” you mumble, fingers fumbling with the white cloak to distract your mind from the stranger, from his words, from this whole conversation.

“Of course! I will prepare everything!”

You sign to yourself, gaze glued onto the woman laying in front you sleeping peacefully. Everything will turn good, right?

-at night-

Your eyes shoot open immediately, roaming around the dark room. There they lay, bodies intertwined with each other while being fast asleep. What was that fade away rustle you’ve heard, then? As quietly as possible you lift yourself off the futon Kamado-san prepared for you, naked feet greeted by the cold of the wooden floor underneath. Maybe you just dreamed it. Or is an animal outside? Given the fact that you are located in the middle of a forest, this wouldn’t be a surprise. You furrow your eyebrows, a fade away cracking from outside catching your attention all over again. No, something is off, you can sense it by the way your guts turn.

Instinctively, your hands grab the knife with which Kamado-san prepared your food just a few hours ago. You are by no means an experienced fighter, you have been skilfully avoiding situations like this your entire life. But waking up both of them over nothing would be ridiculous. Just a little glimpse outside the door, just to check on what’s probably a deer. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, palms sweaty in response.

With your free hand, you grasp the handle of the door. Breathe in, breathe out. Tame your pounding heart, get a hold of yourself. With a swift motion, you swing it open.

And get greeted by a pair of venomous red eyes.

There is no time to react any further. Not too late you are able to escape his grasp, naked feet carrying you further inside the forest.

“A demon! There’s a demon outside! Get into safety! A demon!” you scream on top of your lungs.

Please, let Kamado-san hear your desperate cries, let him drag his wife into safety. The disturbing tall and crippled figure of the demon draws closer to the house, closer to the soon to be family.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Sympathy, a protective instinct? Whatever it is forces you backwards, right into the claws of the demon.

“I can’t allow you to harm a single soul in this house”, you hiss through gritted teeth, holding onto the knife in your hands for dear life.

How is it even possible to kill a demon? Do you even stand a chance against it? It doesn’t matter now. You slash forward with a cry of determination, aiming for its carotid artery. The cut doesn’t have to be deep if you hit him with enough precision, your muscle strength should be enough.

But before you are even able to come close to his body, his claw slices open your right arms with ease. Your eyes widen in pure horror, body unable to move even an inch. It moved so fast you weren’t even able to see its hand moving, sliced you open so effortlessly while you’re gasping for air like a fish on land.

Your body falls to the ground, the demon positioning itself on top of you. No, you won’t let it end like this. After all, you still have plenty of work to do, Kamado-san’s wife didn’t deliver her child yet. With full force you push your arms against it, trying to keep your keep your face out of its gaping mouth.

With one push you free your arm, yanking the knife into its eye. Now or never. While its loud groans fill the air with fright, you get off the ground, run deeper into the forest, desperately try to stay alive. You can’t die like this. Not you, not Kamado-san, not his wife, not their unborn baby.

But the demon is right on your tracks, hunting you down the dark forest without any mercy.

“Ouch.”

A moment of inattention is enough for you to stumble over a thick branch, knees meeting the floor harshly. Is this your end? All you can do is stare up, glossy eyes widen in the dim moonlight with a tiny trail of its blood on your face. Hopefully the demon slayer from last evening will return soon enough to at least safe Kamado-san and his family. If not you, at least they need to survive.

There you kneel, face gone emotionless, orbs directed towards the frightening creature that lunges towards you. One hit. One hit of its claws will be enough to behead you. One second and your life will be nothing more than a fade away whisper in the darkness, ended way too soon just like so many others. You never thought it would be you, that of all the people you’d get killed by a demon slayer. After all, you were always so skilled in avoiding trouble, never allowing yourself to get into danger.

But oh, now you are. And it will cost you your young life.

Yoriichi can’t catch his breath, feet carrying him so rapidly to the scene laying itself out in front of him that the trees around him merge. He told you to stay inside, to keep windows and doors shut. Why are you outside? Where are the man and his wife? Please, let it not be too late, let him be able so safe those people.

Finally. With a determined slash of his blade, the demon in from of him gets beheaded, its ashes raining down onto the ground. You look…uninjured. Frightened, in pure shock, but uninjured. And unbelievably lovely with the dim moonlight highlighting the delicate features of your face.

“Are you alright?” he questions softly, slowly approaching you and stretching out his hand.

Carefully he lifts your trembling limbs off the ground, your hand holding onto his for what seems like dear life while your sharp and heavy breaths hang in the cool air.

“Yes”, you finally breathe out.

“Are the other two alright? Did someone get hurt?”

“There are inside. It was only this one. I lured him away”, you huff.

Yoriichi swore himself to never get close to another human being again, to fulfil his duty in silence. But you…Did you really risk your life for a family you didn’t even know until yesterday? Did you run into the woods so selflessly to distract the demon? What a brave woman you are, truly remarkable.

“I was hoping for you to return”, you add.

His warm hand feels almost therapeutic against yours, calming down your tingling nerves and beating heart. You survived. Is this really possible? While kneeling down and staring right into the face of that frightful demon, you already accepted your fate. But that he’ll show up like a knight in shining armour, saving you just before getting beheaded…It seems like a miracle to you.

“I came here as fast as I could. This area was full of these creatures”, he explains briefly, fuchsia eyes resting on you.

“(y/n)!”

A thick stone falls from your heart. It’s him.

“Kamado-san, is your wife alright? Are you alright?” you blabber, the man sprinting towards you as if his life depends on it.

“You saved us. Even though you don’t even know me and my wife, you risked your own life to save ours. And you…You really came. I’m beyond thankful.”

He falls to his knees, leaving you completely speechless.

“She really was outstanding brave. Normally the sight of a demon alone is enough for most humans to lose their minds. You are exceptional, (y/n).”

It sounds so strange, hearing your name out of this charismatic stranger’s mouth. But the way his eyes lock with yours sends shivers down your spine, makes your heart pound against your ribcage all over again.

“What is your name?”

“Yoriichi Tsugikuni.”

Yoriichi. What an exceptional name that matches his majestic appearance perfectly. It seems so easy to get lost in his eyes, to study every inch of his face. And his smell…

“I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, but I think my wife will deliver her child soon.”

Your eyes dart towards Kamado-san immediately.

“Why are you saying so?”

“Since she woke up from your screams, she seems to have contractions.”

You don’t think twice. As fast as your feet are able to carry you, you sprint back into the house, back to the reason why you originally came here.

-the next morning-

“Sleep well. You deserve it”, you whisper into the woman’s ear gently, wrapping her up inside a blanket before leaving the room discretely.

The birth went smooth and faster than you expected for a first born. Not long after you arrived by her side, she delivered the baby with tears of joy running down her face, her husband telling her over and over how much he loves her. It was bittersweet, seeing in front of your very own eyes what you’ll never have. Just after encountering him, just after those strange feeling that he triggered in you.

“I’m glad to see you are alright.”

You stop in your tracks, staring at the back of him in disbelief. There he sits, facing the sun while his broad shoulders catch your attention all over again.

“I’ll make some tea”, Kamado-san discretely announces before hushing into the house.

“I am in no way responsible for the miracle that happened tonight. That was you and Kamado-san’s wife”, you explain briefly, sitting down next to him.

The sun caresses your skin gently. You never thought its hot beams would calm your nerves before the incident of this night. You smile at the little bundle of joy Yoriichi is holding in his arms. Oh, how well it suits him. Someone like him must be a good father.

“I’ll be leaving after I had a cup of tea. It wouldn’t be right to keep eating for free here”, he announces all of the sudden.

“Don’t say that.”

Out of instinct, you place on hand on his firm shoulder and wrap the other around his strong biceps.

“You saved our lives tonight. It if hadn’t be for you, not only would we be dead, but this child you’re holding in your arms wouldn’t be born, either.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Your eyes freeze, unable to tear away from his beautiful sight. Why does he make you feel this way? What is it that makes this stranger so special? Is it his sword skill, his ability to fight? No. In fact, you couldn’t care less about that. It’s the way he carries himself, the elegance within every step he takes. It’s the fact that he sacrifices himself for others.

Just like you do.

“Like what?” you hush.

“As if I am some kind of special person. I don’t deserve the affection you hold in your gaze.”

“You deserve every spark of affection for your being”, you argue.

“You’re wrong about that. I failed to protect anything that was important to me. And throughout my life, I was unable to do what I was supposed to do. I am worthless.”

“How could you even say something like that? How could you talk about yourself so negatively after saving four lives this night?”

“Because of the countless lives I failed to protect.”

“So what? Does it make be a bad midwife that I wasn’t able to save every single child? The losses are tragic and never forgotten, but as long as we are doing our very best, there is nothing to regret. Tonight, you were able to save a young family. You should be proud of yourself instead of talking you down.”

He stands up, handing you the new-born carefully before grabbing his sword.

“Are you about to leave?” Kamado-san questions from afar, storming outside with tea in his hands.

You thoughtlessly hand him is son, eyes directed towards the charismatic man in front of you.

“I have to leave now. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Wait!” you shout all of the sudden.

You don��t know what has gotten into you, but there you are, running after him and grabbing his hand just like you did this fateful night.

“Will I ever see you again?”

For a moment, time seems to stand still. He can’t believe his ears, usual tame heart almost beating out of his chest. When was the last time a woman ran after him, the last time a female even looked his way? He can’t remember. But especially you…Why would a woman like you be interested in a broken man like him? What do you see in him?

“Why would you want that?”

“I can’t tell. I just know I have to see you again”, you reply automatically.

The air between both of you seems thick enough to get cut by his knife, your eyes almost piercing through the back of his head. Please, just say something. Just move, turn around, smile. Just do anything besides standing still. Never in your life did you even think about the possibility to get to know a man better. Why him? Why a man you didn’t even know before last evening? Why someone who seems so unapproachable?

“You will see me again.”

And with that, he’s gone in the wind, leaving you with your feelings all over the place.

-a few months later-

“I almost thought you wouldn’t come”, you comment, resting your head against the cool grass.

The weather changed. As soon as the evening arrives, it’s getting way too cold outside to stay for long. But when he’s here, none of that seems to matter.

“You know I always do. How was your day?”

He lays down next to you, closing his eyes for a brief moment while you position your head on his shoulder. Oh, how much you loved these innocent little meetings. After you returned to your little village, Yoriichi found you wherever you went. Always keeping an eye open for you, staying longer from meeting to meeting. Until you randomly laid down in the grass the whole evening, talking about your life and eventually, got even closer. Innocent touching, him drawing circles on your back while you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

“The baby I delivered today, they were actually twins. Two healthy girls, the father almost fell unconscious when he found out.”

Your cute little giggle lights up the air around him and fills his heart with joy he hasn’t felt in a long time. Being happy seems so easy since he got to know you.

No. It’s far more than simply knowing you. The feelings he holds for you go far deeper than that.

“I love you, (y/n).”

Your heart skips a beat, gaze darting towards him the second those magical words leave his lips. Did you dream that? Are you really resting in the meadow with Yoriichi telling you none other but that he loves you?

How much you longed for this sweet moment, how often you thought about saying those words too. Without hesitation, you press your lips against his.

While the world around you seems to fall apart, at least this is fine. Yes, laying here in Yoriichi’s arms while tenderly kissing him like you’ve always imagined makes everything around you whole again.

“I love you too”, you whisper against his lips.

Who would have thought going to work and almost getting killed by a demon would turn out this nice?

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I’m so curious about Wizarding fashion. JKR isn’t very physically descriptive- we just know that wizards wear robes, which are outlandish to muggles, and pointy hats, but what does that really mean? What kind of robe? Magical fashion clearly isn’t very gendered, since Harry remarks on a man at the Quidditch World Cup wearing a dress and insisting that it’s unisex (certainly not the case in Britain at the time), but we don’t have any other parameters. Keeping in mind the uniform from the movies, and the fact that in SWM, Snape isn’t wearing any trousers, here’s what I think wizards wear:

1. Flowing silhouettes and cloaks; clearly, wizards love a good statement cloak. Think tassels and frills (not like Ron’s Yule Ball fit!), massive extended sleeves and lots of draping.

2. Skirts: let’s be honest, just one singular robe, without any layering, doesn’t give us much to work with. Skirts go with the general silhouette, explain why the World Cup wizard thought muggle men wore dresses, and keep with the no-trousers thing from SWM. I’m South Asian, so I like to have a little fun with it and think of wizards in ghararas (my favourite item of clothing); the Wizarding World is quite insular, travel is relatively unrestricted (hello, they have magic!), everyone has a common enemy in muggles (and other species- goblins, house-elves) etcetera, so race probably doesn’t function the same way and I headcanon a lot of cross-cultural exchange. Plus, wizarding fashion isn’t restricted by weather- they have warming charms- so wearing clothes made for hot climates in England, for example, wouldn’t be a problem.

Plus, I actually think saris are a natural fancy dress option- flowy, drapey, colourful. Speaking of which-

3. If there’s one fanon idea that I hate (aside from fanon!Sirius, of course), it’s this image of wizards (specifically high society wizards) as reserved. Sorry, did we read the same books? Wizards, even posh, rich wizards, like the Malfoys and Blacks, are camp and very outlandish. They do house-elf taxidermy, they keep their wands in canes. Just because Hogwarts uniforms are black doesn’t mean that people dress like they’re in mourning all the time. People can be total snobs and obsessed with their image and still wear bright pink, insane robes, because guess what? They have different social conventions than we do. Men and women dress basically the same, so there is no reason to believe that a man wearing a flowing robe would be against the norm. I say this as someone who believes misogyny and homophobia are well and truly alive in Wizarding society, especially in pureblooded families where the emphasis is on continuing the line; they definitely exist, but they probably look different.

4. My personal obsession and headcanon: rich wizards wearing bones. Look, I might not think of them as racist in the traditional sense, but they are undeniably speciesist, if that’s a word? They think of themselves as superior, and other sentient magical species either work under (goblins) or are enslaved (house-elves) by wizards. We only see Veelas very briefly, but despite them being admired for their beauty, I doubt wizards treat them very well. So- show me blood-purists wearing corsets made of goblin bones and teeth. Show me Veelas being hunted for their blood to stain and dye clothes with. Show me exotic “magical creatures” that are humanoid and capable of reasoning and should have rights, like mermaids and werewolves, being hunted for their scales and pelts while also being ostracised for being ‘non-human’. It’s terrible, but that’s the kind of archaic jewellery and fashion the old families that the fandom likes to fetishise would like to wear.

#harry potter #wizarding fashion #wizarding world #meta #hp

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x011011x · 2 months

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Ma Douce Souffrance

Yandere!Rook x Lovesick!Reader Angst

Trigger warnings: Murder, gore, hunting, animal taxidermy, human taxidermy, smut, mentions of pregnancy, hair pulling, uses of nicknames, lowkey stalking, Rook needs a trigger warning of his own

Word count: 11.4k+

IT'S DONE!! IT'S GODDAMN DONE!! And it's GRUESOME. Lowk sexy too cause of the sex scene but yeah. IT'S SO HEARTBREAKING, HEART WRENCHING (unless you're insane, then it's true love)

"They told me this was a beautiful town with beautiful people. And mon Dieu, were they truthful!" he spoke excitedly, cupping your lifeless face in his hands, eyes glimmering.

You didn't know about much outside of your hometown.

But, it was a peaceful life. The village where you had spent all your life was beautiful. It was abundant in flora and fauna. Most of the village was situated upon a great river that stretched beyond what one could see. Valleys covered with fog swirled around the other side of the village as though it was wrapping the land in a tight embrace, restricting the sight beyond.

The town was remote. The connections it had with the outside world were mostly made because of economical reasons. But this town itself was quite developed, anyone choosing farm work only choosing it for tradition. People were joyous and the celebrations were lined up one after the other. No faces were left unknown, a certain habit of chattiness present in almost every resident in one way.

That was how you spent your dull, empty life till then. Seeing the same old people every single day with very rare variety.

'It's odd', you thought, looking into the distance while walking through a part of the vast forest that seemingly only you knew of. It was one of the rare reliefs from the boring circle of life you had been trying to get used to since the day you were born, filled to the brim with all sorts of eccentricities.

There was a lone cabin that resided at the very end of the woods, but you never saw anyone there. Forget the rare occasions where outsiders came to visit, you never even saw any residents in that cabin. You had knocked on the small wooden door several times before, hoping to hear a voice from the inside. To see who this cabin belonged to.

You realized your attempts were futile when your curiosity got the best of you and after two patient years of visiting without a response you opened the cabin door that never had a lock in the first place to take a peek inside. To no surprise, the cabin was completely vacant. It barely had any furniture and was completely devoid of the sign of life. It was apparent no one had set foot in this cabin for many years. But, it stirred your interest in that cabin further.

You visited that cabin everyday since the day you saw it during one of your solitary walks.

That cabin, mostly covered by a mist like most of its surroundings, was situated on top of a small hillock. One couldn't see how it truly was without climbing up to it. At first glance, it was a simple two-storied cabin. There was a small set of stairs that led up to the lodge which was placed on a higher platform. The main structure was situated within the balcony that went around the whole cabin. The cabin seemed to be mainly built of wood, with some uses of rock seen here and there.

The inside, being mostly empty, still did have some oddities laying around. A worn out sofa at the corner of the room, on the left from the entrance. A glass table a bit further away. A staircase on the right side of the room that led upstairs. A kitchen just beyond the staircase, separate from the empty caricature of a living room and… No.

You had scanned over those things more times than you could care to count, so much so that your eyes became almost tired of seeing the same thing again and again. Your interest lied in other things that were there.

'Really, it's so peculiar', you thought. Those empty mounts, each lacking a head. Those empty cases hung on the wall, obviously meant for hanging either guns or arrows and bows. And the most odd of them all, in your opinion, an album.

You found the album upstairs, a floor that seemed like it was meant to be used as a bedroom, but just like the so-called 'living room', the very bareness of the room put the word 'bedroom' to shame. The only things the room had were a single bed with a white mattress and pillow. Even then, the bed had no bedsheets and the pillow wasn't covered by a pillow case.

Beside the bed though, was a small side table. The first time you came into this cabin, three years ago, you took a note to yourself to not open the two small drawers of the table, choosing to respect the privacy of the people you didn't know. You did well on that note for precisely five months. 'No one has yet to appear. Might as well just look.'

An almost ear-piercing screech ran through the air, the drawer stuck from clearly not having been opened in a long time. A huge photo album sat there, covered in dust and debris. A few bits were, you could connect, insect faeces and remains. It disgusted you in a childish way, so much so that you returned back home that day. Next day, you appeared with tons of cleaning tools. It was clear to you that if you wanted to spend more time, inspecting that album and just generally enjoying your time alone in a place that piqued your curiosity, you really needed to clean things up around there.

You spent the whole day cleaning the cabin. You dusted the stray leaves off the stairs, mopped the floors, wiped the tables and the counters in the kitchen. Everything had an appealing glimmer to it by the time you were done. Pleased with the sterile scent of cleaning products burning your nostrils after you were done, at the very last, you wiped the album of the dirt it had collected over the years it had been abandoned. Finally sliding your gloves off with a smooth motion, you took the album into your lap.

'It has to be empty', you tried reasoning. There was no reason for it to not be empty. From the previous day, the first time you saw the album, you hoped it would be just empty. This lodge belonging to someone, and you not knowing that certain someone scared you. Your heart started beating faster as you slowly opened the first page of the book, anticipating nothing yet almost fearing there would be something. And there it was.

Upon opening the first page, you were greeted with a picture of a young boy. Your heart started thumping. 'Is this the child of the owner of this place? How old is he now? Why have I never seen him?' your heart held all sorts of uncertainties. Suddenly it felt like someone was watching her. Your heart felt heavy, as if someone was tightly and painfully gripping it from the corners and trying to displace it from its rightful place within your ribs.

Yet, your soul of curiousity turned out to be a greater vice than the threat that lied in suddenly being found out. Because 'This fear is irrational anyways, no one came over for years. Why would they come out to question me now?'

Since then, after a long day at your farm, everyday at the brink of dusk, you would return to that mist-covered cabin once again. It became your usual spot to relax and spend time by yourself. you never told anyone about the spot, opting to bask in the serene and peaceful nature all by yourself. You maintained the cleanliness of the cottage, cleaning it up twice a week. you put sheets on the bed and a pillowcase for the pillow.

You put on decorative mats on the tables and side tables around the cabin. You even placed a small flower vase on the bedside table upstairs. You placed a few lilies in the vase. And though they kept wilting, you were happy to replace it again and again. You left some dry foods to snack on in the cupboard of the kitchen. A fruit basket filled with red, ripe pomegranates was also left on the kitchen counter. With that, you had customised the once abandoned cabin enough for it to be a suitable place to spend time in.

But your eyes were mainly somewhere else. You had taken to observing that album everyday. It felt eerie. The people in the pictures must have been still alive. To think you were looking without none of them knowing. You felt like a criminal and knew you had to stop.

'But do I?'

And so still, you turned the rough pages. It was more of a scrapbook than an album, the pictures placed messily with a glue. Yet, the further the album progressed, the cleaner the placement of the pictures became. 'The person who placed these pictures was growing up, huh?'

Those photographs left a lot to be deciphered, yet a lot was clear. There was mainly one person present in the picture. A young boy with blonde hair and eyes as green as the forest you were in, a happy-go-lucky grin plastered on his face. From his youth to his mid teenage years, he had long hair and freckles. The boy was tanned and wore torn clothes. A sudden transition showed that he had grown up quite a lot, his hair in a neat bob cut and his freckles were gone. It even seemed that he had updated his wardrobe.

In his last picture, he was with 2 people and a cat with flaming ears. 'Ah, he must be a mage, we don't see much of those around,' you remarked mentally, impressed.

You learned a lot through the pictures. The boy seemed to be from a family that was collectively fond of hunting. There were guns and arrows present in the pictures. Some photographs also seemed to be memoirs of a hunt. The scenery in the background always seemed to change, switching house to house. It seemed that he had five siblings, based on how similar he and the other five children often present in the vignettes looked.

The more you learned, it seemed to be a fuel for your fire than an ease to your nerves.

You found yourself looking at pictures of the boy who had grown into a young man while longing to know his name.

And like a routine, a clockwork that maintained its time dutifully everyday, you were once again returning to the cabin in the woods. It felt a bit different today. The animals were a bit noisier, as if they were alarmed of a predator lurking around. But, you assumed it was just between the animals, nothing to do with you. You climbed the stairs to the cabin and turned the lights on. Light music played from your phone that was in your hands.

It was… normal. Just like any other day. The sofa and table were where they were meant to be. The mounts and wooden display box seemed normal-

"What is that bow-arrow doing there?"

Your eyes bore into the wooden case that seemed to suddenly have a bow and an arrow placed there. 'Did I put that there?', you pondered, and then came to the conclusion that you must've. For all the things you had decorated in this second home, you must've not kept that one thing empty and soulless. In your hasty inconsideration, you missed the small droplets of crimson splayed on the blade of the arrow as you made your way upstairs.

That's when the real shock came. The bed was as organized as ever, so was the small side table. Yet, there was a charger laying on the table that you had not seen before. It wasn't yours, that was for sure. And then, there was also a suitcase on the floor, neatly placed there as though it was just a decoration piece and not used for carrying clothes and other necessities around during travel. you couldn't believe your eyes.

"Who the fuck…?" you couldn't keep your thoughts to yourself out of pure disbelief.

That same feeling of being watched came over you. Yet, this time it felt like someone was truly chasing you from the behind, and was quite close to catching up to her. Your heart beat so harshly against your chest that a numb pain spread throughout your upper body. your head throbbed in panic of the unfamiliar. The light rhythmic beat of the music seemed to match with the throbbing in your ear.

Five years. It had been five years and this cabin had no sign of life except for that curious diary. Not before you gave this cabin life, the title of secondary but still home. What were all these now? It became clear to you that the bow-arrow was most probably not placed by you. you made quick on your feet and ran to the kitchen. You were overstimulated enough that the mere sound of your shoes sliding against the floor as you ran sounded like a static screech to your ears.

The static reached from your ears to your head, all of the thoughts you had further sounding jumbled and pitched in either tones much lower or higher than your usual note. You blinked your eyes at the beef jerky laying on the kitchen counter. If it was home, you would just grab one and eat it like it was nothing but 'I have never bought beef jerky here.' you were almost tempted to push aside your suspicions about everything and think that you did all of that and just didn't remember but you really didn't bring any of those things you saw in the cabin.

You just knew one thing. Someone came into the cabin, placed all of these odd things here and it was not you.

You felt that you were not welcome anymore by whoever currently residing here. Turning on your heels to lead yourself back to the entrance that was also the only exit, you froze. A slight sound of rustling came from the outside before the door turned. A man stepped through the door frame with his eyes to the ground, but merely a second passed before his eyes locked in with yours. A vivid image flashed through your vision. The smiling boy in those pictures…

There stood a man with blonde hair and eyes as green as the forest you were in, a happy-go-lucky grin plastered on his face. The boy from those photographs.

Observing you for only a few moments, moments that were stifling to you, he opened his mouth, chirping, "Ah, you are the person who took care of this cottage in my absence? Merci!"

His friendly voice cooled your nerves a little. So, you weren't hallucinating and this was a person and not a ghost. But, that realization almost made the situation more awkward. You croaked out an apology, "Oh- um, yeah… Sorry, this cabin is yours, I assume."

"My family's, yes," he explained, his eyes almost twinkling and looking through the miniature house excitedly even though he was essentially talking to a trespasser, "We have many abodes across Twisted Wonderland, but what a shame! It's rare we get to use any of them. Most of us just live in Sunset Savanna."

He then looked at you and said, "You have taken care of this place magnificently! Oh, but it was brimming with radiance and love the second I stepped in even after so many years!"

You kept looking at the man and offered him a disoriented smile, waiting for your eventual cue to leave. But, he was interesting. No other person you knew would take to a stranger managing their home so well. If anything, the man with an odd bob-cut in front of her, was actually pretty friendly. He was babbling about something but you didn't really understand what he was talking about, he was talking so fastly.

After a while, he came to a pause and exclaimed once again, "Ah, where are my manners? I should introduce myself first. My name is Rook. Rook Hunt," he introduced himself and offered his hand in a suave manner.

Your heart skipped a beat. Not because you were falling in love with this random man but because for so many years you longed to know his name. And then you knew it. His last name too, which meant you had an idea on what the names of the other members in his family could be. A genuine, happy smile bloomed on your face as you introduced yourself as well, your hand joined his one in a cheerful handshake, "My name is (Name). I live in this town."

He smiled widened when he heard your name. It felt as though his pupils widened. The tall man looked like a child as he shook your hand in excitement. His happiness was charming. You let go of his hand though you felt as though if you could, you would keep holding onto it. You opened your mouth to confess what you had done in the cabin in the past years. Your eyes blinked faster and your mouth gaped, a bit hesitant to admit to your fascination for the man. But at last, you admitted, "That album… that young boy was you, wasn't he? I've been watching you for years."

Rook looked a bit shocked, which you grimaced at. But, you were glad to see the smile return on the man's face. It seemed as though the other man did not even consider that you were practically stalking him for so many years without his knowledge. He answered honestly, "Oui, it was me. You have a good eye, Trickster!"

You were a bit confused about the nickname but decided not to query him about it. you moved closer to him, not to approach him but the exit and nodded, "Thank you. But, I've overstayed my welcome for about three years now. I'll be then."

The man suddenly grabbed onto your wrists. You were surprised at his strong grip, your (E/C) eyes widening in a small panic. You looked down at where he held you. His forearms were well built and sturdy. Strong enough that it could crush your windpipe without much problem. But when you looked up at him, he was still smiling. It was odd though, he felt so genuine, yet it seemed as though his face lacked something. And you couldn't point out what.

"I won't hold you back right now but do come to visit. I'm on a private work tour. But since someone knows already, I'd rather have company," he explained before pausing. He pondered a bit on what to say before adding with a hearty chuckle, "I'll tell you more about myself, Trickster, I can see you're quite passionate about this cottage and well me. I'm quite familiar with and fond of those qualities."

He sent you off with a wink and a pat on the shoulder. And you were frankly left wondering what the hell was up with him.

It had been perhaps a week since the man who introduced himself as Rook had started staying in the cabin. He said his tour would last half a year. You wondered why it would take that long. You hadn't properly visited that cabin since that day, but when you peeked by during daytime, you could see the cottage was completely empty. And if you peeked by during the evening, you didn't know how but it seemed that the mere sound of your footsteps compelled Rook outside, as he always waved at you. Then you'd have to stop for a while to chat, but never once enter the cabin.

You were in the forest again, walking through the greenery and enjoying the gentle sunlight peeking through the trees just before it would blend into the cold evening. A basket in hand, you were in search of berries. You looked through the plants and were saddened to see empty bushes. You found a poison ivy plant and oddly enough, you felt compelled to eat it. But you brushed that thought away with a light giggle.

Out of nowhere, a rough hand placed itself on your shoulder. You were shocked, jumping as you looked behind your back. The smiling face of Rook greeted you, his lips parted to show a set of perfectly placed, pearly teeth. You sighed of relief as you scolded him in a light-hearted tone, "Rook! You scared me!"

"My apologies, mon amour" he snickered, heartfelt amusement seeping through his enigmatic green eyes. "May I inquire as to what you're doing?"

"Berry picking," you deadpan, pointing to the empty basket, "Unsuccessfully so, as you can see."

He looked curiously down at your basket. You wondered what he felt so excited about from it, seeing as it was completely empty, representing the desert more with its sandy hue rather than something meant for carrying berries of different tastes and colours. He then looked back at you and offered, "Such a shame that you haven't been able to acquire anything yet! Would you like me to assist you?"

At that time, you awkwardly agreed to his offer of assistance. Now it seemed like he was doing all the berry picking and you were doing all the berry eating. He was going on about a topic, the concept of beauty or something as you both walked through the woods. You were listening to him carefully, trying to understand what he was talking but he just talked way too fast. He had a certain sway in his steps, seeming like a little boy as he pranced through the bushes.

"Ah, Trickster, don't you think today is a most wonderful day!"

"I mean, it's just any other day. The forest looks fine an-" you wondered why he was so amazed by a common day, "But what do you think? You like sunsets?"

"Of course! The sun is setting and blending into the sky, signifying the death of a day. Yet for chicks, this is the time that birds return home and feed them, which continues their cycle of life–" he said in one breath, "Don't you think a scene that reflects the cycle of life is most wonderful? I feel as if I'm upon the highest clouds whenever I behold such views."

"You…"

"Hm?" he looks back to see that you were cracking up. You burst out laughing, the loud sound echoing throughout the forest. "Ooh, it seems I have amused my Trickster!"

"It's just-" you said through gasps as you tried to catch your breath instead of continuously laughing, "It's so funny you see it that way!"

"May I ask why?" he asked, interested in hearing your opinion.

"It's just… I've never seen it in such a... romanticised manner. To me the sunset has always been beautiful, but not meaningful in that sense. And the birds? I've never considered them. I'm no poet, Rook. I'm a farmer's girl, like most people here."

"So you see no point in examining beauty? It's much the opposite to me."

He handed you over a few berries while he put plenty in the basket. You plopped the small blueberry in your mouth while you walked, pondering on what to say, "That's true, I've noticed you're a very mindful person."

"Mindful is not the most commonly used word when describing me."

"Then what is?"

"Creepy," he laughed softly after saying that, seemingly amused by the things people said to him.

"I don't think you're creepy!" you stopped to think what you could add, slightly offended by what other had said to this eccentric but very sweet man, "If anything, I'm creepy for coming into your cabin without permission for three years"

"And yet, you're what gave that lodge a lively touch. A soul," his face warmed, his eyes looked like he truly believed his own words by heart

Maybe it was the sweet flavour of the berry that had you in an already good mood because it felt like the gears in your heart had moved a little that afternoon. It would be a lie to say that the man wasn't good looking and it left you a bit red-faced to receive a meaningful compliment like this for the first time. You mumbled out a thank you as you kept following him, not knowing where he would go.

"Where are you going?" you called out when he had gotten too far, confused by his motives that seem to be concrete and yet you knew nothing of them.

"Patience is a great virtue!" he replied back, eventually starting to run. You didn't know where he was going but you ran too, for the berries and for him… Mostly for him.

That day, he brought you to the cliff of the hill, not your usual place to watch the sunset as you had done so from the cabin for the past few years but the view that day was gorgeous. Blue and orange blended into the sky from two sides while small streaks of pink could be seen lightly placed on the clouds. It swirled around in a beautiful spiral.

When asked about it, while you didn't say much except how the wind looked 'hella crazy', Rook went on another poetic ramble about how ,"The spiral represented the spiral that goes upwards or downwards of a human's life in a sickly yet beautifully painful way, shown through the divine medium that is the sky. A promise from the Great Sevens. An enticing message. It even represents beauty beyond humans, the very galaxy we live in being quite spiral-like in shape. How très bien!"

That day, for the first time in your life, you felt moved. You felt like you saw someone who was truly living. Some shackled with work? Sure, but they didn't let that work shackle their heart.

That's the first time in your life you felt free as well.

Just like that, you and Rook became… friends. He was an odd man. But he was passionate and funny. Quite handsome too, you'd have to shyly admit. You noticed that it was actually a habit of his that once he started talking, it was hard to make him to stop. But he filled your lone days with sweet and wonderful memories. He had told you that it was a private job that he was here for, and that's why you told no one about him being here. You wanted to tell everyone about the new person in town, but you made an oath and you felt the need to do good on it.

He really was a hunter, too. Everyday, he would come back with his hunts. You'd scrunch up your nose in posh scrutiny as you saw him kill and gut those animals. And then eventually forget all the complaints you had when he served up delicious food on the table. It was a bit hard to explain to your parents why you stopped having dinner with them, but you managed just fine.

On a common sunny day, he was placing the head of a moose from a recent hunt on one of the mounts after hearing you complain about how the mounts had no purpose at that point. You really wanted him to remove the mounts themselves but he insisted that adding animal heads would be better. It creeped you out but you swallowed it. It often truly did send chills down your spine how easily he killed animals and mutilated their body in various ways.

You understood the need for nutrition but hunting was like a passion to him. Something he was truly invested in. But you were, true to the very core of the phrase, a curious being by nature. As such you kept returning to him to learn more about him, the man you had been observing for three long years of your mere 19 years of life.

Honestly? It was hard to get anything out of him. The green eyes beauty marched completely at his own pace. You could ask him a question and while he was never rude about it, never once showing an ounce of contempt, if he didn't want to answer your question, he would simply start talking about something else. It made your heart long to know more about him. It confused you, really. The questions you asked were rarely personal.

Yet, he became weirdly coy when asked about himself. Even though he didn't seem shy by nature.

You were stirring a pot of penne pasta as you were looking at him placing a head on one of the mounts. At that point, only one mount was left. You wondered what could be hung there as you served his plate. Once again, you smiled a little at how much you had to put on his plate. The first time you made his plate while he was doing something, he smiled sheepishly and told you that it wasn't nearly enough to sate his appetite. After you were done plating, you called out to him, "Rook! Dinner's ready."

It had been four and a half months already since Rook came to town. His job being a secret for whatever reason, you were the one carrying groceries for him from town with the money he gave you. You'd often think that he was stacked, not even worrying about ordering the pricier things in town in favour of making delicious dinner together for the both of you.

The fact that you had a mission to carry his groceries to his place meant you were over weekly. And the fact that you were dying to know more about the man who suddenly appeared in town without a soul knowing about him meant you were over everyday. He liked it, he said. He was never the one to turn down having a partner during leisure, you weren't there anyway when he was out on his job. "It's most magnifique to have the company of a beautiful woman at the end of the day," were his exact words.

While you had originally smacked him on the shoulder for saying that, it was his sweetly-spoken poetic words that attracted you more towards him. It brought you closer, in a sense. Just the way he spoke, the way he looked, the way he carried himself– it was so attractive. Le chasseur d'amour, he liked to call himself, was much of a prey of love himself, too. Well, not to others, who couldn't overlook the fact that he was mostly composed of bizarre personality traits rather than normal ones.

But to you? He was a dream. Why? Because he truly had been a dream, or rather- a medium of your fantasies and thoughts for so long.

You stared at him as he sat down in front of you. Observing that sickeningly sweet, smiling face of his. He looked better with his hair tied back, that's for sure. He said a dear friend of his once stated that bob cuts were high fashion. You had to suck it up that Rook heeded his friend's words over the fact that he would look much better with longer hair. Even better with your fingers laced through them, but that's a conversation left for some other day.

"Your face always looks like it has something missing," you say to him, laughing at the same observation you have made over and over again.

His eyes move up to yours and crinkle in curious delight, "Oh lá lá, you're going to have to explain yourself after saying something like that."

"I don't know," you sighed blissfully, still observing his face as he looked back at you, cutlery in hand. You put your own fork down to lean your face against your hand in thought. You always tried to figure out just what was missing, yet it seemed as though you couldn't. His radiance was too bright, almost enough to pierce your eyes and blind you of the dangers of a stranger. "I suppose it's like a puzzle that has been solved and while the image is complete, it seems as though an entirely different photo would suit the theme better."

"You're suggesting I should get a completely different face?" he asks, chuckling in amusement.

"No! But… you're always either smiling or curious… I was thinking another type of expression would suit you better. Make you look less… incomplete."

"And what do you think that expression would be?"

You struggle to answer that, scratching your head, "That's the thing. I can't figure it out."

The blonde smiled at you, knowingly but you didn't understand what he knew, and if he did, the young man probably wouldn't tell you now if he didn't tell you already. Talking extensively about something else when asked a question about something he didn't want to answer, that was the nature of the man.

"You might not have much time to figure that out, Trickster," he says suddenly after a pause, his usual cheerful tone sullen with a hint of disappointment.

Your eyes widen in surprise. The random thoughts about him in your brain came to a halt as you stared at him. Your heart starts beating faster, already expecting the inevitable though you had never kept that in consideration. But you still had a smile on your face, pretending you weren't too affected by the notion, "Ah, you're leaving soon, huh?"

"Not that soon, fortunately. But, I will indeed be leaving in two months. My work here is almost finished. After that, I will enjoy two weeks here and then leave."

"You gotta give me your phone number then, so I can contact you later," you cheerfully request, though your teeth gritted in dismay.

It had been only near to four and a half with him, yet you had become attached to him. It was inevitable in a sense. He was handsome, very charming. Momentarily creepy and odd? Sure. But, he was the most soulful person you had ever seen. He was loving and caring. It scared you sometimes, he could love gently, praising you with flowery words. But then, he could be lovingly vicious too, expressing his dismay when he had to replace the eye of an animal for painted glass to finish his perfect taxidermy.

An unfamiliar feeling bloomed in your heart that you were scared to admit as you hadn't felt it before. It happened so fast that the control you held over your own heart slipped right out of your grip. You looked at him with eyes filled with hope, praying he would consider your request.

The man shut up at the suggestion. Looking at his plate with a neutral, focused expression. It's the first time you saw him looking like that, except when he was gutting a recent hunt. He tapped his fork against the plate quietly, a relaxing and rhythmic tune playing out. You called out to him again, "Rook?"

"I'm afraid that would be futile," he states plainly, before explaining further, "I change my phone number a lot due to my job."

You were opening your mouth to say something but you stopped. You opened your mouth and closed it several times. At last you just kept your mouth shut, thinking you probably looked like a beached fish. You thought about what to say as you reached your chest, clutching on to it. Breathing heavily, you tried calming yourself down but your shoulders felt a weight on them suddenly. A weight they couldn't carry. You looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears that you didn't realize were there, "Do you have to leave?"

"Oui, I have obligations to fulfill."

You observed him silently. You couldn't hold back your tears as they were streaming down your face already. Your face contoured in a way you thought would disgust him. But rather, he put his cutlery down and pushed his plate aside to reach out and wipe your tears away, looking saddened himself, "Non non, don't cry for me, Trickster..."

He stayed silent before leaning in even closer with his whole body. His face close to yours, he whispered, "I'll miss you, too."

You looked at him in shock as he tipped your head upwards, pressing his lips against yours softly. It was a sincere kiss. But with your skill, or lack thereof, you could only kiss back clumsily. But, it felt right. It was your first kiss but you treated it like it was your last. Closing your eyes, tears still slipped down your now reddened face. It felt so good, so right. You lifted your hands to cradle his face affectionately, desperately.

Your first kiss at 19 was taken away by a 25 year old man. And it felt amazing.

After a few minutes of experiencing what felt like a slice of heaven, you came back to reality when he pulled back, smiling, "I'll come back some day, that's a promise."

It seemed the promise upset you further. Promises were just spoken words after all, giving hope but no guarantee that they would be fulfilled. Weeping and whimpering hopelessly, you stood up to come beside him before wrapping him in a tight embrace. "Please don't leave," you begged.

"I'll come back sooner than you think. When you'll see me, it will feel like the time spent without me has slipped in the blink of an eye."

"But-" you tried explaining, but with how you were gasping, your words broke a few times, "I've already spent so much time without you, looking at you without you even knowing my existence. Now that I finally got to have you…"

The tall man smiled softly at your genuine pleas for him to stay. He grazed his hands along your cheeks before leaning down to kiss your forehead, hugging you more tightly. "I know a thousand kisses wouldn't suffice for how long I'll be away… maybe three years, maybe five. But, this time, it will have to suffice, mon amour."

This time, to his surprise, it was you who kissed him first. It was bold of you, considering you didn't know what you were doing. But what you did was out of pure admiration, and something deeper you were afraid to admit. Something known by the name of 'love'. But he smiled through the kiss, lowering his hands from your waist to hold your hips.

The kiss soon turned into a heated, sloppy one. The open mouthed expression of love exchanged from one person to another. You leaned back for a minute for air as he looked down at you, smiling. You wanted to say something and he caught onto that pretty quickly. He asked lovingly, "Say it, mon amour. I can sense that something is in your heart."

"More," you peeped out meekly.

"More?"

"More", you were awfully flustered, trying to look anywhere but him. That was enough for him to know what you meant when you said 'more'.

He picked you up in a bridal style to carry you to the bedroom of the cabin. He was red himself, a serene smile still plastered on his face when he laid you down on the soft bed. For once, the bed actually felt alright. Not because the bed itself was any more comfortable than before, but your focus was on something else. Someone else. He straddled you, leaning down to press soft kisses to your cheeks as he asked, "Are you sure, ma beaute?"

"Y-yeah," you said, your eyes still trained somewhere else. He took a hold of your chin and made you face him, locking eyes. He whispered, "You're gonna have to look at me if you want me to continue."

You nodded dumbly at his soft-spoken command. He smiled and patted your head like one would a pet, "Good girl."

It felt mind numbing to have him call you that. A certain electrifying sense coursed through you when he expressed his approval of you. You held onto his forearms, relishing in the sturdy muscles flexing against your palm. He pressed his thumb against your soft lips and like it was practiced, you opened your mouth. Wrapping your tongue around his finger, you lapped it up submissively.

He chuckled heartily, a sort of laugh that made you swoon. You pulled out his finger with a kiss to his hand to watch him as he started undressing you like you were a Christmas present until you were simply in your underwear. You were scared and shy as it was your first time being so bare in front of someone. But, you had to leave your suspicions aside when he leaned down to press open mouth kisses on your neck.

It felt weird… good… tingly.. So many things altogether you couldn't really say it in one word. The only thing that left your mouth was a pleasured sigh as you wrapped your arms around him. He left a trail of kisses and soft bites till he reached your tits. His calloused hand fondled one of your breasts as he kissed the other. The size difference between you both was so apparent when you saw him up close. He pressed his head against your soft chest, now using both of his hands to gingerly rub circles into your shoulders.

"It's your first time," he stated as he heard the loud thrum of your heartbeat, quite pleased with himself for having the opportunity to take your virginity.

"Is… is that an inconvenience?" you were hesitant despite hearing his cheerful tone.

"Non, non! It is a great honour actually! I will have to handle you way more specially now, would you not like that?"

You nodded and he smiled before lifting his face back up again. He quickly unclasped your bra to toy with your chest once again, pressing and pinching your nipples. You moaned in delight at his small intrusions, your ears reddening and your vision becoming slightly blurry. He noticed that, feeling proud of himself, he started to talk you through it to make the experience more enjoyable for you, "Oh Trickster, it seems you're quite receptive. Such a beautiful girl."

You nodded in gratitude, feeling even better with each passing second. Eventually his hands started lowering before he grabbed onto your hips. He gave it a playful squeeze and chuckled when you pouted from the teasing. The sweet gasps you made as he spread your legs seemed to inspire him as he pressed two fingers onto the outline of your pussy. Your slick had soaked through your panties, which you felt a little embarrassed about but you were so grateful for Rook's touches, forgetting the weight of what had gotten you here in the first place.

He took off your panties slowly, his eyes widening at the sight of your wet cunt, throbbing for his touch. And he complied, rubbing your clit slowly to simulate you. That resulted in your arching your back, the first time you had the chance to actually experience it rather than just imagining him doing it to you like you shamefully had so many times. His thumb worked its wonder on you while two of his fingers slipped inside.

You gasped at the stretch, it was slightly painful but the adrenaline helped you out, the small pain easily blending into pleasure until you were a mess in his grip. Your stomach knotted, you realized you were close. His other hand curled around your neck, yet instead of choking you, he stroked the sides of your neck affectionately. You tilted your head and he reached up to stroke your face as well. The small yet considerate action had you tearing up again, this time from happiness.

You felt like you were on cloud nine, rolling your hips against his fingers that were still pumping into you. The knot in your stomach had snapped with a groan rumbling from right from your chest. He happily let you ride your orgasm, languidly fingering you before pulling his digits out with a wet pop. He plopped back down, licking his fingers as his eyes crinkled in happiness, chirping "You taste so delightful!"

You shyly mumble out a 'thank you'. You dithered a bit, your nervous face didn't match his cheerfulness, far too shy even though you had already gone so far. "How can I return the favour?" you asked, looking at him expectantly for an answer. He raked your hair, a teasing grin present on his face, "That wouldn't be necessary. I'll take the prize myself now."

He said the last line as he grabbed onto your waist and flipped you on your stomach. You yelped, surprised, looking over your shoulder, confused on what he was doing. Suddenly the realization dawned on you, it made you feel a certain type of way. What was the word? It was just in your head yet you couldn't coherently think it out. Quite abruptly, you remembered the word. Yes, you felt elated.

Nervous but elated indeed, as you watched him unbuckle his belt to lower his pants. The print of his shaft made your eyes widen in surprise. Even with a layer covering it, it seemed so huge and thick. And your expectations came true when he finally took it out of its nearly painful restraint. It was a huge cock, thick and veiny with a red, leaking tip. Your heart thrummed so fastly against your chest that you felt like it would burst out any second. You stammered out, full of concern, "Is that… um- is that gonna fit?"

He brushed your silly concern off with a friendly snicker, "That is precisely what I had prepared you for, mon ange."

He lowered onto you from behind, his tip pressed against your wet hole and his oddly soft lips pressed against your ears. You whined at the sensation both of those created, putting a pressure in between your thighs as you rubbed it for some relief. He instructed you gently, so that you wouldn't feel scared, "Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe in slowly and then breathe out."

You followed his instructions. Closing your eyes, you breathed in. But the feeling of his tip slowly entering you from the back had your eyes reaching the back of your skull, not being able to keep it close. It was painful, really. But it felt so good as well, as if this physical connection between the two of you was meant to be. You wailed against the sheets, gripping tightly as tears watered your lash line.

He observed your reactions with a neutral expression, thinking how to help you through your pain. Though it felt so good to be buried in your heat, something he had imagined for months now. At last, the young man reached in between your legs from behind to rub your clit roughly, rolling it within his calloused fingers to stimulate you. It worked because you called out to him so loudly, gasping and heaving, he was sure it would reach the ears of anything in the vicinity.

The tears streamed down your face and so did a string of drool. The older man almost felt a bit disappointed. If there was a mirror in front of you two where he could see your fucked out face, he imagined it would be better. It didn't stop him in the slightest though, thrusting into you in gentle strokes. Your pained moans had turned into those of pleasure since a while ago. Now, you were bouncing up and down on him to meet his thrusts. You were mumbling out all sorts of obscenities, words mixing with the anomalistic sounds you were making till they were barely coherent.

One of his hands had wrapped around your hair, pulling on it lightly yet firmly, the sensation made your shudder, a pleasurably numbing feeling washing throughout your head that matched that of your lower body. It didn't help that he had picked up his pace once he realized you were enjoying it, now slamming into you with quick and sharp thrusts, accurately hitting all the right places inside of you. The knot in your stomach and the coursing passion throughout your body left you feeling breathless and vulnerable. That's when you decided to confess your feelings,"Roo- mmh, ah!- Rook.. I love you", you said, looking back at him.

He was smiling down at you, still rubbing circles on your clit, groans of ecstacy leaving his lips as he thrust into you. He leaned against your shoulder, and said those words back at you, "Me too, Trickster- haah- I love you too," he slurred through his own strings of moans. The knot on your stomach released as you came all over his cock that was still driving itself into you.

You squeezed down so hard on him, overstimulated, you were practically milking his dick of all it had when he eventually reached his own peak too. Through the process of riding out both of your orgasms, a certain air of bashfulness covered you both. He pulled out of your wet cunt, a pleasant expression on his face. Helping you to turn on your back, moving closer to you to take your face into his lap. Rook stroked your face gently, his emerald green eyes scanning through your body.

You shifted uncomfortably as you felt his spent slipping out, whining, "You came inside!"

"That I did," he said, mischievous grin on his face, "It might turn into a telltale sign that you belong to someone else, courtesy of moi. With how cutely you had expressed your feelings in between our little tryst, I'm certain you'd prefer that."

You listened to his words, half concerned yet half considering it. You rubbed your belly in thought and he chuckled at the sight, earning a pout from you. He choked out through giggles, "My apologies, my heart soared a bit too much when I thought how très bien you would look so full of life."

You both chose to engage in fluffy conversation afterwards, even though the matter of him leaving ran through both your minds. And while you didn't know how it felt for him, you could tell that it was a crushing sensation, a numbing pain that spread from your head throughout your body. Your eyes, heavy and burning, yet you decided to drown yourself in the physical pleasure he provided you, not pondering on what was certain.

Half a year had passed in the blink of an eye until it was only two weeks till Rook's eventual departure. It was monsoon already, visiting that cabin had gotten harder now like it did everywhere. But, those previous years, you visited though you had nothing except your own curiosity to look forward to. Now you had someone special. Someone special who thought you were special too, and looked for you. Balancing on the slippery layer of mud that was draped over the hillock, you continued visiting daily, deriving a certain type of relief from being able to see his face and feeling almost lonesome that you'd lose that opportunity quite soon.

You sometimes wondered what was the true meaning of power if it was all wasted on laborious farmwork and not at all useful in keeping the things that were meaningful to yourself? You weren't a mage like Rook, a lot of things available for you at the click of your fingers. Everything you did was pure hard work, yet when it came to making him stay, you were completely useless.

Rook had changed considerably too, not in a way you minded, you'd suppose. He'd sometimes stare at you, a blank expression on his face when he did. When asked about it, he'd say with that loud guffaw of his, "I was simply enthralled by your beaute, Trickster!"

When he was not silent observing you, he had also become more physically affectionate. Hugging and kissing you more and more gradually. It was hard to explain to the pharmacist, who you knew, why you needed so many packs of condoms, but you concluded that it was just a dare. You had barely escaped a pregnancy spent solitarily once and you wouldn't risk it again.

But that aside, something was certainly wrong. His gaze on you never held even a single ounce of malice yet it often felt sickening. Oddly sickening yet lovingly so. You didn't know what caused you to feel this way and you mostly didn't notice, the feeling only creeping up on you every once in a while. Mostly, you were too engaged with your small blooming romance and saddened with how it'd come to a pause as soon as it got the chance to properly flourish. But, the peculiar changes in his behaviour still peeked through from beyond all your concerns, woes and small pieces of delight.

There were also changes in his behaviour regarding hunting. Previously, he was very interested in doing taxidermy and placing the heads of his latest hunts in the form of a pristinely preserved show-piece. Yet, one mount in the living room remained empty for far too long than what was unusual of him before he started on a new project and when asked about it, Rook would often make the same face as he did when he was silently observing you.

You were packing his suitcase despite his protests, sitting on the floor when you caught him staring at you once again, still shirtless. Your eyes scanned over his toned, muscled torso to his hard and hard chest, observing his attractively muscled arms as you went before stopping at his face. You chuckled sheepishly, "What is it this time?"

It seemed as though your voice had broken his line of thoughts, he looked at you with more focus, answering without his usual cheery face, "Just thinking how long I have to spend without you."

His sombre tone made you stop in your tracks, leaning against the wide open edge of the suitcase thoughtfully, you wondered what to say back, finally asking a question he had never answered before, "What do you even do?"

He took a deep breath in and then sighed. Laughing momentarily, clearly out of awkwardness till the dull expression once again returned on his face. 'Those eyes don't belong to someone like him', you caught yourself regretting ever asking him, as private as he was, but thought it was important for you to know. He stood up to approach you, sitting beside you as he stated, sounding deflated, "Well, my profession is that of a spy. A family trade, in a sense."

You hugged your knees as you looked at him, not being able to believe him yet at the same time believing him full on. It was hard to think what you could ask to keep the conversation going when all you wanted to do was stare at him. Maybe yell at him for keeping this a secret from you. At last, you decided to ask gently, "What were you doing in this town?"

"I was sent here to investigate whether a certain cartel from the Shaftlands operated here or not. There were several reports made which led me to take my time with this investigation but fortunately this town is safe," he ranted straight before hesitating, his breath hitched as he continued, "I already have jobs lined up, one longer than the last. In my teenage years, it was rare I saw my whole family together and now I barely remember the last time I had seen them, without a doubt it has been over two years."

You watched him as he spoke, hands snaking around his, leaning in and brushing against the side of his hand. You whispered, knowing he would still hear it clearly, having the acute sense of a true predator of the jungle, "I wish I could stay with you forever."

"I was thinking of a way for that as well. For a while now actually" he said, his voice sounding dead for a second, dropped to a low pitch you had never heard before, never once malicious but rather hurt, and confused, but determined.

At that time, you were overjoyed. Ignoring his tone as it turned all flowery in the matter of a second. You started to straight up expect a marriage proposal. That never came but the monsoon surely did in its full glory. The rain strong enough to wash away any footprints and any DNA.

The sky was grey though it was barely afternoon. It had been raining once again, with an addition of thunders striking this time. You know you shouldn't be walking through the forest at a time like this where lightning could strike anywhere near you, but you didn't care. You watched the cabin, visible from afar. The rain had absorbed the mist that usually surrounded the cabin. You were soaking wet, something that Rook would inevitably complain about as soon as he saw you.

You climbed up the stairs before you were standing in front of the oh-so-familiar wooden door. You contemplated knocking but decided what use it would be, Rook was leaving in a few hours anyways, he probably wouldn't need the privacy that knocking provides. Thinking that, you twisted the knob of the door, the creak that the door made incoherent through the sound of the heavy rain. As soon as you walked in, you saw Rook, sitting on the sofa, cleaning his arrows.

"You didn't do that before?" you asked, curious because he tended to be the more immaculate one in between you two.

"Ah, bonjour, Trickster", he said, a content expression on his face. "I had not, no. But, I might come across a situation where I need them."

You nodded in approval before going down to sit beside him, you leaned on his shoulder and he let you, "I can't believe you're leaving."

"Believe my words, neither can I," he stopped speaking, a bit more quiet than usual and his eyes still trained on his gears as he continued cleaning his equipment. That earned him a light smack on his shoulder as you whined, "Why are you being like this?"

"Whatever do you mean, mon Cheri?"

"So… quiet? You don't seem distant, but you're acting weird."

For the first time today, he looked at you. His eyes held a type of look you'd never seen on him. A bit fanatic, but the rest of his face looked peaceful. It disturbed you at first, not knowing where it came from. He was acting odd for the past couple of weeks, but you think much of it. Now, you wondered if he was hurt from having to leave you alone for such a long time. He hadn't even uttered a word about the fact that you were drenched. But he had obviously noticed it, from the way he looked you up and down.

Rook stood up out of sudden with bow and arrow still in hand, to lock the door of the cabin. He put the keys in his pockets. It was a sign that the cabin wouldn't be opened anytime soon, it was hard to convince the green-eyed man otherwise when he was set on something. You observed him as he moved in front of you.

Often, you could guess what he was doing. But this time, you were confused on why he was doing it.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

Rook often wondered what was the truest form of beauty. He thought beauty could save the world. It was beauty, after all, that created acceptance. Beauty, that sparked curiosity. Beauty, that made the crime even more ugly. Beauty, that lifted the souls of people. So, he seeked out beauty. In his highschool life, he ran around beauties that piqued his curiosity. Vil, Leona… they were right at arm's distance for him.

Before meeting you, he had slept with many girls, in awe of their stunning countenance, but he never knew the beauty of holding love and dedication towards just one person. But, his first love, oh, it affected him deeply. He thought such a beauty could save him, save his soul from the misery of his job that led him to always leaving everything behind to be on duty, a part of him he tried keeping a secret almost completely because of his dislike towards his profession.

Woefully, the end of this love was decided much before it had even started. Much before he picked up that sweet floral smell in his cabin the moment he returned, realizing that a woman would visit his temporary residence. Long before he realized that the said woman also gave this cottage a hint of life, something it desperately needed. Long before he saw you.

He fell in love with you because despite your hesitations at the beginning, you let him in. All his life, he was never accepted for how he was. Called weird, creepy and a stalker. He accepted that he was all of those, quite happily even. A hunter by heart who could easily become a monster the second his thoughts ran astray. It felt nice though, you were a completely different person yet you loved him.

A child who had grown up looking at the trajectory of people's lives as if they were a beautifully framed picture– he knew himself, but it felt like he only knew a shell that was created upon repetitive patterns and not because he truly knew himself, too concerned about everybody else to have a moment of soul searching.

When he found you, he finally felt like the people behind the glass frame. Observed not to be scrutinised, but to be admired.

So, true to his nature, he decided to be selfish, keep you to himself forever. In what form could that be, precisely, was what he had been figuring out for a while now.

His arms neatly folded behind his back as he gave you an eerily lovesick look. You were scared, already shaking like a leaf. It truly felt like you were just about to be crumpled. It felt like you were an innocent person falsely accused and waiting on a death row with a lunatic of an executioner. You had an idea on what he wanted, his eyes green and with a nauseating lack of soulful reflectiveness that it usually held when talking to you.

You hesitated, thinking you could be wrong, "R-Rook…? What are you planning to do?"

"You know, (Name)" his grin widened.

"Can I ask why?"

"It only makes sense. I can't love you throughout your whole life. So why don't I love you on your last day and then I can love you beyond your death?"

"Are you... serious?"

"Very much so, yes," he nodded, seriously.

You stood up, horrified, but you couldn't take another step further. Your orbs kept observing him. Sweat clung to you uncomfortably as you looked at him, your face red and your breaths hitching. Insanely enough, you were half considering his words. A part of you wanted to sit down and meet your end. Never having felt loved before or loving anyone before, you were obsessed with the crushing grip Rook had you in.

That moment, you realized you had seen insanity in not only him but yourself. Because the part of you that wanted to make a run for it, the part of you that wanted to curse Rook and escape from the cause of your demise– that strong desire to survive, it lost. You let out a soft breath as you sat back down on the sofa again. Collecting yourself as Rook continued watching you. He complimented you, "My! What a darling you are. I understand this is an absurd ask."

"It's okay." you closed your eyes, leaning back till you felt the plush of the sofa. A peaceful smile was splayed in your eyes, "I love you, Rook."

"I wonder if I'm making the right decision," he spoke to himself as he lifted his bow up, an arrow pointing towards you, an easy target compared to others as compliant as you were. Before your last moments, your eyes cracked open to look at him one last time. His eyes held something you couldn't explain as he said, "I love you too, mon Trickster."

'Ah, his face looks complete now.'

"Urkh… anytime now," you choked out blood, spluttering it before the liquid went down in a smooth flow.

Rook had wrapped you in a tight hug, head against your chest, listening to your progressively slowing heartbeat. Your blood dripped down and reddened his blonde strands. He noticed that and giggled. "You're not scared?" he asked, childishly curious.

"I was, not anymore- now that you're with me," you spoke through the flurry of blood and saliva that came out of your mouth, your voice hoarse "That- that was mean though."

You were talking about the arrow that had gone through your neck, not completely destroying your ability to speak and not touching any vital nerves. No doubt, a calculated move from his part. At this point though, you'd die of blood loss. The pain was so unbearable at first, stains of tears down your face was the proof. Now it had settled into a dull throbbing. It flared up whenever you spoke but you didn't want to stop engaging with him, these being your last chances to do so.

He looked up at your face from where he was and smiled at the sight of your slightly swollen face. It was paler and bluer than your usual skin tone. Your eyes were unfocused, though it was clear they were trying to look at him. Your lips were stained red as blood and saliva dripped out from in between them. The wound in your neck smelled of a strong cooper. He had smelt this scent many times before but none of them were as alluring as the scent of your blood.

He licked a slow strip on your neck and you groaned in pain. The salty taste of blood spread through his tongue and he savoured the flavour like it was a rare delicacy, and in a sense it was.

By the time he lifted his head up to look at you to give a sheepish apology, he saw that your eyes had closed already. You had retired yourself to eternal slumber and that's when he realized–

He loves the sight of your dead face, for it meant it was only for him to see.

~♡~

Sometimes, he thanked himself for learning magic.

He had delicately removed the skin from your body and buried you, save your head, by the cabin with a tablet at your grave, digging your name in as 'Mrs. (Name) Hunt'. Your skin was dried through the use of magic as the sun had yet to peek out from in between the stubborn clouds.

He observed your brains, your tongue, your eyes. He had severed them to put preservative chemicals on them. They needed more than just normal muscles, being quick to rot. A thick layer applied so meticulously from how many times he had done it before. He spread the same substance in the inner parts of your head before drying them all with magic. There was a sheen on your face, looking like it had just been neatly varnished.

He felt it would be disrespectful to remove you of your internal organs and just stuff you with wool. Most obviously, wool and glass couldn't replace the softness of your supple skin and the beauty of your charming eyes. As such, difficult as it may be, he did his best to preserve you with all you had. He wondered what to do with the skin he had stripped you off throughout your whole body. Tapping his fingers against his chin, at last, he decides to make accessories out of them.

Your head was placed upon that empty mount. That same mount which left you wondering why it was left empty, even though every other mount had a head on them. Your visage on it looked pretty. Eyes closed, peaceful, so kind that even after death it seemed full of love and life. Your lips felt soft when he touched them with his thumb. He thought it was amazing! He would be able to preserve your beauty in object and in his heart for forever.

So far, he knew no pleasure greater than successfully securing a hunt. This time he learned the pleasure of securing a love in the most hedonistic, animalistic and sadistic way. Straying from the feeling of love and settling admiration into obsession.

Though he had started straying way before you noticed the blank stare in his eyes.

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Vampire villains? 👀

.... time to go insane....

uhh couldn't do Archie (I think he'd die if he couldn't be outside during the day) so sadly Maxie isn't here because they are besties.

cw: vampires, blood mentions, kinda evil moments (well, it's villains),

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Volo, Guzma

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The Flare Boss hails from a family of vampires with both royal and regal lineage. The eldest among their line having lived over three thousand years, even. He was well-equipped and educated upon how to blend in with humans, finding a way to act among them and start a company of his own alongside another organisation. It was little wonder how, with his resources and the sheer length of time, he had to do basically anything. He befriended a certain professor with ease, finding his sense of humanity unfamiliar and almost pleasing for a change. The black-haired man's discussions with the vampire over a cup of coffee brought forth strange feelings.

☕️ Lysandre had developed a disinterest and detachment from humanity, seeing them as a blight on this otherwise pristine planet. He even grew convinced that they would rot what beauty remained on his earth, and his fascination with preserving it was born. It was odd to form a group of either fellow wealthy vampires or humans and convince them to his side. His café was the best place to do so. Many of these sorts seemed entranced by his otherworldly beauty and the passion he exhumed. The humans in their midst were more than ready to give up the sun to join his cause.

☕️ His family's benefit was how few traits they expressed commonly. While fangs were a given, it was rare that anyone outside a dentist would truly notice. His pale eyes did almost seem a touch too far from a natural colour, and they did catch the light much like an animal's would. No one would comment on it to him, however. His skin was a more comfortable colour than a sickly paleness commonly associated with his kind. The only things that ever appeared to attract unwanted attention was his inability to eat food. While he could engage in a drink of whatever he pleased, food simply would make him violently ill. It proved an issue on many business outings.

☕️ That red café of his also brought him a rare person. The professor sat with someone speaking with them over a cup of coffee. Lysandre had heard legends of vampires finding a strange capability in specific humans, but he never expected to experience such a thing for himself. Yet, you sat in his line of sight, and he found himself unable to ignore you. Something about your very essence called him to you. That eldest ancestor had mentioned losing such a person in his time. Apparently, the pain was like no other to part from them. Foolishly, that supposed king had respected their wishes to live a human life and perish from this earth. Lysandre would do no such thing. He was going to remake this earth as a place without humanity's woes.

☕️ It was easy to charm. He was talented in that regard, and felt truly grateful as he worked to woo you. The entire relationship felt like a whirlwind of romance as fast as he could. Terror plagued him more and more as you grew closer to him. The idea of losing you simply was too much. You did not recoil in fear when he confessed his true nature, clearly having developed your own suspicions from time spent with him. Even more surprising was when you had bared your wrist for him to drink from, simply curious to experience something so unknown. It was only natural for him to oblige a simple request. The taste of your blood only finalised his thoughts.

☕️ Lysandre knew that he needed to turn you before his plans were fully set into action, but you appeared distressed whenever his words about making a beautiful world were spoken. It was becoming clearer and clearer that you held no interest in his beautiful world. This unfortunate thing left him lost as to what to do. You must have understood how this world was being defiled more and more… He could feel the tension it brought into your relationship, too. It was dropped as he instead focused on the more important matter of turning you. Perhaps you would understand when you joined him properly…

Whether you accept or deny his request is truly only your decision.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The stoic man was born from a family that simply took its heritage and societal standing too seriously. While he recalled positive memories towards a few of the eldest vampires in his family, his parents directly seemed to only view him as a way to boost their own place among their kin. Enough of it was simply so painful that he felt nothing but relief when he finally separated from them to be on his own. Wealth was abound by his family's connections and history to the very formation of modern Sinnoh, so he easily found a place elsewhere in the region to be far off from where his parents had once been. This self-imposed isolation had caused a few issues on its own, but it had given him that ability to build up his own company.

☄️ He felt entirely detached from this world and uninterested in playing along in whatever role felt forced onto him. Vampirism irritated him, forcing him to have a diet that endlessly caused him problems. Emotions were useless. It was what had caused him such great pain in the first place. Emotions drew from spirit, which in turn made all living things act foolishly, human or not. A group naturally came around the young vampire, and they dedicated themselves to this so called perfect world that he sought to make. At least with the adoring underlings that surrounded him, meals were easier to obtain. Focusing on his work had never been easier.

☄️ His traits felt much noticeable than he would have liked. A gaunt form felt like a dead giveaway for his true nature, but his piercing eyes that shined through the darkest of areas also unfortunately made it apparent. His paleness also did not help, yet most assumed it was due to his work being almost entirely indoors. Few really dared accuse him of being a vampire, at least. Those who did were either ones themselves or hunters and fanatics that simply knew. Though, Cyrus did hear rumours of him having a form of anaemia due to his blood consumption.

☄️ His forced isolation of sorts was not a truly proper one, however. Somewhere in the period in which he first left his home and between fully establishing himself, he had stumbled upon someone as he explored the world of humans. A rainy day was a perfect time to get out and try to understand them more. It was an important part of his facade that had always come just too short. Yet, a single person who had bumped into him changed his life completely. The talks of people that had blood that almost called specifically to specific vampires was always mystical nonsense to him. Though, he was presented with that exact scenario.

☄️ At first, he resisted. It was simply too much to bear when mixed with everything else that he had been through in his life. A romantic relationship… No, even just a friendship felt too difficult for him. But, if there was such a thing as fate, it mocked him. You seemed to find him and relish in his company. Even trying to chase you off by revealing what he was simply failed. You were clearly entranced by him in your own way, too. Everything only forced you both to grow closer and even romantic to his horror. He felt between wanting to reject everything and bury himself in comfort that only you could provide. You even allowed him to drink from you, which he tried to limit as much as he could. Your taste was truly irresistible to him.

☄️ Though his plans may have involved remaking this world without spirit… and likely without vampirism, as well, he felt desperate to keep you at his side. The thought of you perishing from simple human dregs was haunting. Whatever madness had already clouded his mind would only worsen. It began to distract him from his work within Galactic, even. You did not need to know of those plans, but… Cyrus would have to push aside whatever reservations he held about his own existence and invite you to join him in this odd state of existence.

He truly would understand should you reject the offer, but if you agree, relief would only fill me… And, perhaps then, you could convince him against his insane ideals.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant originated from a distinct clan of vampires that laid original claim to the wild lands of Hisui. They were proud of their connection to the creator pokemon and their long-lived lives and powerful natures. Yet, something happened when he was almost too young to remember. Something that left only him and another member around. She had raised him and taught him well on how to blend in among humans. Someone as well-travelled as her clearly knew everything on how to both hide and protect one's true nature. These skills suited him perfectly as he began to work around the humans who had moved into the region.

⭐️ Something inside him loathes humans, desperately wanting to blame them for the events of his past, yet even he knows that they face similar things. Everyone meets things that are painful and heartbreaking… There had to be a better way of managing such things. Volo found himself buried within the many ruins and artefacts laid around the region. His madness truly began to take hold when he recalled the stories Cogita would tell him when he was younger. Myths and legends passed around by his people… Almost nearly lost, had they not both survived. He found himself formulating a plan while going towards a certain cave near a coastline.

⭐️ His traits are noticeable, yet well concealed. Only one eye and a brimmed hat makes it challenging to see slit pupils when exposed to light. Though, anyone who saw his eyes properly likely would not be able to tell the tale. His fangs were disguised carefully and something that he actively had to be mindful of. Thankfully, he at least had a skin tone that was not the sickly shade that tended to make people suspicious and worry. Yet, he had heard some people describe him as an ethereal beauty. That Galaxy Team professor even remarked him as appearing almost like a porcelain doll. It always made him chuckle. Of course, no one was aware of his true nature to his knowledge.

⭐️ Though, when a stranger fell from the sky to apparently stand solely in the way of his plans. They unfortunately caught his interest in three varying ways. At first, he was curious… Another person pulled through space and time to Hisui was something his brain simply could not resist observing. The second was how badly their blood seemed to attract him. Cogita had mentioned this to him, but he truly never expected to encounter it… Well, at least not before he had recreated this world. Still, that had not been it all. You proceeded to frustrate him by unintentionally beginning to foil his plans more and more. Despite his feelings being complicated, he still found it impossible to do anything to actually stop you.

⭐️ Volo opted against the path of rejection. After all, that would be him fighting against his nature. He was more than aware that it would be a pointless endeavour. Instead, he focused entirely on befriending you and having you at his side. It felt all too simple with how distrusting those around you were. His amicable personality could draw just about anyone. You seemed more than happy to fall for his charms. Slowly, he built up something close with you. His kindness being something to break through the overall bleakness you faced. You had even accepted his silent reveal of what he truly was, apparently not even surprised and having had your own suspicions. The blond was also allowed to feed on you, which truly helped him comprehend how strongly blood calling was. There was not a chance he was letting you go.

⭐️ The blond became fixated on how to go about his plans again after you had mitigated his original ones. It became clear that somewhere towards the end that you would likely need to become like him. Though, he struggled to find a good point to convert you while also calling upon Arceus. You could not know his plans until the end… The risk of you turning on him was a haunting one. Losing you would truly be another painful thing he could not bear, either. It became a point of concern after he had to save you from a particularly hostile wild alpha pokemon. He felt as if there was no reason to even give an option after that.

You probably would be caught off-guard. Both by his betrayal and manipulation of you, and how he sunk his teeth into your neck with the full intentions of turning you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The Skull Boss was a recent turning and certainly was not born as one. That Aether woman had offered him it, and he had dumbly accepted, not remembering he lives in a place known for its sunshine and being outside. He had been scolding himself endlessly for agreeing to that, and then his grunts and even Plumeria wanted to be turned to. Something about being even closer as a group. His stomach honestly churned at the thought. Guzma did not want any of them to experience all the difficulties he had been since his stupid act had happened. He had no struggles blending into human society since he had originally been one, but his struggles came with actually doing things related to his vampirism.

□ He often debates why he said yes to her. While he was more than used to staying up late and not waking up until noon the next day, it grew to be unbearably frustrating to do anything outside of Po Town when it was still daylight out. The endless rain in the abandoned town kept him safe there, but the rest of Alola did not offer any such respite. Then next to nothing was open at night… He wanted to just revert back to being a human before he went mad. Lusamine insisted that it would get easier the longer he lived like this, but Guzma swore it only got more annoying. Feeding on blood was not a fun thing, even if the other party consented, and he missed eating normal food. Nanu had also been giving him some strange looks lately, too.

□ He was a bit freaked out to see how much his body and had changed. His eyes eerily glowed in the dark while his pupils seemed to become almost like straight lines. Generally, his whole body felt more aware and light, which disturbed at first. Hearing people approaching from far away was something distressing when he could not tell just how far off they were. Then, his fangs dug into his mouth at first, which hurt. He did like the aesthetic of them, though. It was one of the few things he enjoyed. His strength also increased… which made a situation when he hit a malfunctioning radio, and it broke into pieces. A decision to stop whacking things was made following that.

□ Then, he just had to meet you as some lost tourist trying to navigate back to Malie near Tapu Village. And something about you just made him want to stick to your side, despite how little sense it made. Guzma had never seen you before and literally and just met you, but he felt like he needed to be around you. It was beyond words and at some point, he gave up. Fine. He was now attached to you and determined to make something happen between you both. Being just friends or maybe more was fine, but anything to make his stupid brain get weird when you were not around.

□ It was not difficult to be charmed by him. Sure, he was clumsy and a bit intimidating, but he was also genuine, and his goofiness was a fun change. Whatever warnings about Team Skull you had heard were gone as you simply enjoyed its leader's presence. He was more than happy to oblige and entertain you. Sticking with you seemed to soothe whatever annoyances he found with being as he was. Your relationship definitely had even become a romantic one to his surprise. You did not even seemed turned away about finding out that he was a vampire, just a little bewildered how someone like him ended up as one. An answer to what about you made him so frenzied was given when you let him try your blood, too. He was confused by why your blood in particular tasted so delicious to him.

□ When he had told the Aether Foundation President about what had happened, she seemed amazed. Apparently, that was a known thing among vampires, but she did not really see it as something he needed to know. She did congratulate him and told him that he should probably turn you, too. Guzma froze. That was not at all on his mind. He hated living like this and could not imagine making you join him. Though, losing you certainly was not a thought that made him too happy either. He felt a bit lost on what to do. At some point, he would have to ask you.

If you said yes, he would make it abundantly clear to what you were agreeing to so that you did not end up feeling like he did. If you refused, he would perfectly understand. Honestly, he would prefer the latter just for his conscious not to beat him up about it.

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