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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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dorm leaders when they realized they are in love with g/n!reader please

I'm so sorry for answering this ask so late, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved making it !

Pairing(s) : riddle roseheart x reader, Leona Kingscholar x reader, azul ashengrotto x reader, kalim al-asim x reader, vil schoenheit x reader, Idia Shroud x reader, malleus draconia x reader

warning(s) : I don't think there is anything too angsty or scary, just fluff ! The reader is gender neutral and mostly addressed as 'you'

Dorm leaders realizing they are in love :

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would be in denial about loving you, not because he doesn't want to but because his mother always said that love was a distraction to the rode of success.

No wonder her husband hates her

As much as he found the idea exasperating, rules were meant to be followed so Riddle would push away any personal feelings aside to concentrate on what was 'more important'.

He tried to do so ever since he met you.

He brushes his crush off as platonic to avoid getting distracted by these foreign feelings. You're just a friend he thought to himself, Just a friend and nothing more.

However, it's impossible to not notice the occasional blush that adorn the red head's cheeks whenever he's around you.

The way he stutters when talking to you despite being normally composed with others.

Riddle will also want to spend more time with you, what's better than a nice study session ? If you aren't the brightest, it's ok. He'll still propose to study with you even if you are the best.

In comparison to how he tutors his fellow dorm members, Riddle will actually be a little more strict. He wants you to surpass yourself and he wants to be the one to help you achieve that.

Gets flustered when you get too close to him, will jump a little if you surprise him at a time where he leasts expects it. It stops being funny the moment he yells : "OFF WITH YOUR-"

Trey will quickly realize his dorm leader's fondness for you and will try to talk to him about it. He also tells Riddle to confess at some point because it's possible to never get a chance like this again.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona...I don't know much about how he would react.

The entire thing is quite complicated, he acts as if he doesn't like you but not in a way that tsunderes do. Leona is chill and treats you like he would with others but with more affection and favoritism.

Smooth talker. B*tch knows what he's doing and if you don't pick up on the signals, he's kissing you and waiting for a reaction to come out.

WILL act softer around you, he's not denying it either. "I like the herbivore and so what ? You gonna cry about it ?" Ruggie really envies you, you don't need to deal with as much stress as him...fucker-

He is a lovable *sshole and I'm not taking that back, he'll chuckle when you say you hate him cause he can get annoying. But in his mind I imagine him panicking like :

Wait seriously ? I mean, I hate myself too but really ?

His ears perk up at the mention of your name, very possessive and very jealous but he trusts you wouldn't try to date his sworn enemy.

After all, who doesn't want him ?

Everyone.

Although he acts prideful and confident he does have his doubts about you as well as if his feelings are reciprocated. Brushes it off like its nothing but someone out there is gonna notice that the dorm leader is ticked off.

He'll invite you to nap with him cause a human body pillow isn't all that bad to be honest, lunch at the botanical garden are a must as well.

Won't care of you're late to class, he's keeping you with him wether you like it or not.

Azul Ashengrotto

B*TCH- trynna act cool and composed when he just spits out ink the moment y'all get too close. He cries about it in his octopus pot and says he'll never crawl out of it again only to come back and make a contract with you to get married I mean- go on a date.

That is totally what I meant....He scribbled 'forever' on it though.

Cute octopus, very shy, won't admit it.

He invites you to Mostro Lounge often, wether you wish to come or not is your choice but just know one of the leech brothers is dragging your ass back there.

He only trusts jade with this task because Floyd will not hesitate to tell you his dorm leader is madly in love with you.

One compliment is enough for him to try and impress you by being almost full of himself. He stutters a lot, it's adorable, you can tease him about it but don't go too hard cause the ink projectile is still an option.

"Why hello there [Name], I was wondering if you could work at the Mostro Lounge ? I promise I can give you a generous pay~" "Actually, your heart is all I need to be repaid but thank you for the kind offer."

Jaws dropped, face flushed, glasses foggy, the heart you wanted exploded and Floyd wheezing on the floor.

Azul rn :

Kalim Al-Asim

Sunshine, so obvious, so adorably stupid he can't even realize you know.

He is a very generous person in general so expect a lot of gifts and plenty of attention directed towards you.

Always celebrates your presence with a party the moment you enter in the scarabia dorms. Jamil is pretty much begging you to invite him instead of coming, because he can only cook and handle so much.

If you're more of a flirtatious type, he will get flustered but not as badly as Azul. Just very bashful and proceeds to laugh it off to calm his beating heart.

"[Name] ! [Name] ! [Name] ! How about we hop over to the dorms ? I'm organizing another party and I think you should come too :D !"

He loves to say your name, he can repeat it every day non stop until Viper drags you back to make him shut up since no one had a second of sleep.

It's been three days, he doesn't wanna listen. (rather he can't listen cause your face is clouding his entire mind)

"Oh ! [Name] ! Wanna head to the light music club with me ? I wanna show you a brand new song we've been practicing !"

He spends most of his time with you and will insist you join him in a lot of activities, of course if you don't want to then that's ok as well !

if you want anything special to eat at lunch he'll buy it for you ! Money isn't exactly a problem for this prince.

He isn't all that flustered when he confesses to you, if you reject him he'll be sad but will understand. He will stay your friend though, poor cinnamon roll doesn't want to ruin your friendship.

Vil Schoenheit

Confident and unbothered by the whole situation, you can't even tell wether he likes you or he's constantly trying to insult you.

It may seem strange, but I feel like vil wouldn't necessarily care when it comes to appearances. he just wants the one he falls for to at least take care of their complexion. He wouldn't love someone with no hygiene that's for sure.

Pays extra attention to you, even Rook could be jealous if he was capable of it. Oh and speaking of the hunter :

Get ready to have rook in your shoes for the rest of your life because if he follows vil around then he'll chase you around, bye bye privacy.

Potato this. Potato that. "Your posture should be better." "You need to fix your hair." "You have something on your face." "DID YOU NOT USE THE SKIN CARE I GAVE YOU- ?!"

He doesn't go soft, its the complete opposite for this guy. Vil really tries to bring out the best out of you but he can sometimes become overbearing.

If you lack self esteem, I'm sure he won't hesitate to show you just how beautiful you are.

*Pulls out mirror from nonexistent pocket* YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

He balances his time by your side though, cameras are all around when a famous model attends one of the best schools. Rumors will start to spark and it's gonna be a little hard to ignore those. But he'll protect you from them and just deny the ones who talk bad about you.

You bet he's gonna confess to you when the moon is out. He's just smooth like that.

Idia Shroud

Denial is a river in Egypt-

"No, I don't like anyone love is for idiots that have a social life." "Are you sure about that ?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

He is Meg in Hades form, it's ok to be in love blue haired man. You have a crush on someone blue haired man and it's not the end of the world.

He will avoid you, a lot.

If you managed to become friends before he fell for you it will be even more awkward, he wants to continue playing games with you but it's different now. He's scared he'll embarrass himself in front of you and it wasn't like that before. Ortho is the only one pushing him to talk to you, but how can he even look at you without turning into a fireball ?!

Whenever you manage to have small talk he just immediately switches to his tablet to hide his gorgeous face behind. Flirt with him and it'll be the end of it.

The ends of his hair become pink and he heats up like crazy, you'll kill him one day you know that !

The more extroverted you are the harder its gonna be for him and even worse if you like to flirt for fun because HOLY MOTHER OF THE HEAVENLY GODS STOP LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT-

Is this joke getting old ? Because I still think he is a ticking nuclear bomb that is triggered by strong emotions such as confusion.

God that would explode so easily.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus. Dragon boy. Precious. Just how rich are you-

I'm sure a lot of people have said this already but of course Malleus does not know how humans court other humans.

So he brings you diamonds rubies and other precious stones (necklaces and bracelets too actually) to show how much he fancies you.

Wether you refuse them or accept them is your choice but he gets really pouty when you don't keep it.

Malleus is a little confused, he doesn't understand why you don't comprehend the reason for his actions.

Lilia will probably pop out of nowhere before you meet Malleus again to tell you the meaning behind the expensive gifts.

Just so you know, Dragons are a specie that mate for life, and he chose you to be his partner forever.

"Do you wish to go on a stroll with me, Child of Man ? You would make me a very happy fae if you would ever so kindly accept."

Night walks are very frequent, you can notice the green fireflies peacefully floating around you. It's such a wonderful sight, but the only beautiful view he looks at is you.

"The moon is quite beautiful tonight isn't it ?"

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” is a phrase that means you're telling that person that you love them without actually telling them you love them.

Either you're dense or you just rejected him the moment you respond with a yes and looks at you expectantly but nothing happens.

Not a kiss ?

No ?

....

thank you for reading and lasagna-

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greaterspawnislands · 6 months

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When Forever doesn't respond to his messages, Phil starts to get nervous. He's far out at the phantom farm, sitting on the sandstone with his photos spread out all over the ground while he reorganizes his albums, and Forever isn't responding to his messages asking if he wants to chat about his time in the Nether. If he's changed his mind, that's fine, Phil doesn't need to know, per say—but the lack of response is worrying, to say the least. He looks up at his crows, who have congregated around his photographs and in the stone archways of the colosseum. "Should I go after him?" he asks out loud, not really seeking their response, but keeping an eye on how some of the older crows shush the younger ones, as if they know something he doesn't. "Right," Phil says, putting some pieces together. "So, he's in trouble." The crows who know better just look back at him with black black eyes. Their rustling feathers fall still, leaving the air around Phil deathly quiet. That's all the silent encouragement needs for Phil to pull up his map and start scouring for names. "Where are you, mate..." He's not near spawn, and he's not near his base. Phil starts to think that Forever might have his location turned off, which would be a whole new issue, when he suddenly spots it. By the train tracks that border the Favela, there's Forever's name, flickering into view. Phil wastes no time scooping up his photos and tossing them into his backpack, not bothered in the least by how it ruins the organizing he had just been trying to complete. The instant he stands, he turns on his heel and touches the waystone, warping over to Tallulah's Botanical Garden so he could take off from there. The ground under his feet shifted from sandstone to grass, and Phil was off in a dead sprint, puffing air through his cheeks as he vaulted hedges and ran through rivers. He kept a close eye on Forever's name all the while, watching for any red marks that would signal mobs approaching his location. It hasn't escaped Phil's attention that it's stayed night the entire time he's been awake today. He's not sure what to make of it, and doesn't pay much attention to it beyond recognizing the increased chance of mob spawning. There's more important things to deal with right now, anyways. Sure enough, right by the train tracks, Phil spotted him. Blond hair, torn clothes, crumpled in the grass. His brown eyes were open and glassy like lacquered oak, staring at the sky with an empty expression, and Phil could only just make out the rise and fall of his chest. "Forever!" Phil yelps, crashing to his knees beside the fallen man. At the sound, Forever groans, curling in on himself briefly before his eyes find Phil's and a smile starts to blossom from his chapped lips.

hi um. just know that i thought about the end of forever's stream crashing and the post about someone needed to take care of forever after this nether trap and i kind of blacked out and wrote this in one sitting. not proofread. enjoy!

reblogs appreciated <3 !

#philza #qsmp forever #qsmp philza #qsmp fics #my fics

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hajimeshoe · 2 years

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Here's the request I promised!

Octavinelle with a bottle nose dolphin s/o.

S/o tends to say some really fucked up shit, and does really fucked up shit at times.

They can sing really well, and they sing at the Mostro-Lounge.

Enjoys toying with people and animals because dolphins are ass holes like that!

A bully to any and all sharks in Octavinelle.

They have their moments of purity and kindness, but overall they're a devil disguised as an angel.

Let's just say, damn near everyone is afraid of s/o

This is going to be insane, and Floyd is loving every damn minute of it

Octavinelle with A Bottlenose Dolphin S/O

Azul

Azul, Azul, Azul

Canonically an insecure boyo, he was unsure if you even liked him at first

However, he was absolutely enraptured with your voice. The second he heard it, he knew he needed you to work at the Mostro Lounge - after all, you could bring in so many customers!

(He just wasn't prepared for how many customers you'd drive away either)

It took nearly a year of pining for you two to finally end up together

Between your mixed signals - being nice to him one minute and bullying the fuck out of him the next - and his doubts, nobody was even sure either of you would confess.

Unsurprisingly, you were the one who eventually just kissed him one day

You two are absolute terrors together. He makes deals with poor, unfortunate students and you help the twins make sure those students have no way of fulfilling their end of the bargain

But you and Floyd have only hospitalized a few!

One of those cliche "You're mean to everyone but him" couples

Of course, fights between the two of you have the entire student body hiding for their lives

He'll use his arsenal of spells from contracts and you're just...creative

Lighting his vault on fire when he's out, putting TnT in the oven - no, I will not specify how you got it - all the way to blackmailing the twins to get you a picture of him when he was younger so you could print out more and glue them into every book in the school.

Jade

Jade finds you amusing

You'll be the definition of angelic whenever the teachers are looking, but the second they turn their backs you're pushing students off of their brooms, adding gunpowder to a potion, or charming a students history textbook to shoot glitter into their eyes when they try to open it.

Some of your more dangerous activities have him catching the back of Floyd's shirt to keep him from helping

But this eel loves you nonetheless

...when you aren't making it so they have to get new security sharks in the Mostro lounge each week because you threatened to give them an impromptu C-Section in order to make new meals out of their guts

"Love, I don't care if they were being rude, you can't casually threaten people with homocide-"

"It's not a threat, Jade."

"Goo-"

"It's a promise. Floyd, come with me in case I need more muscle!"

Cue your boyfriend quickly trying to drag both of you to his room before you both get expelled for murder

Floyd

The most fun he's had in months!

Azul and Jade are cursing everything, the students are running for the hills, and the teachers are standing there with fire extinguishers!

You help him to get out of trouble when an authority figure is looking, and he helps you with any student you feel like messing with.

You two absolutely TERRORIZE Leona

Like, he doesn't even like Floyd, but he can't exactly avoid both of you easily

And you messed with his favourite napping spot! He woke up, strung up by his neck with vines in the Botanical Gardens.

"FLOYD! Y/N!"

"I wanted to see if beastmen have claws"

Turns out, they do! Leona was not killed by being hanged that day

You and Floyd will eat Takoyaki while looking directly at Azul

He made himself scarce fairly quickly - Floyd alone? He'd have nothing to worry about. Floyd with your influence? He would not be testing those waters

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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a-mossball-with-a-pen · 2 years

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“Cuddling hcs for a few twst characters”

Characters: vil, azul, ace, leona, and jamil

Genre: fluff, romantic

Pronouns: he/him(all chara), reader is gn

Notes: I need a nap, will I? No :) also slight warning, possibly ooc writing?

“Vil Shoenheit”

In my opinion I don’t think vil is a very touchy lover, in public at least or when he’s gotten himself all dolled up. the most you’ll get in public is most likely hand holding, unfortunately. though there is the moments where he will let you smother him in attention, like at the end of the day for example.

you gently knocked on vil’s door hearing slightly muffled shuffling behind it, signaling he’s in. soon the door opened revealing vil, dressed down along with his hair gently caressing his face, “oh darling? what did you need?” “just wanted to spend time with you vil”. he smiled gently “how sweet of you, come in” he said as he moved out of the way, back into his room.

as he went through he normal routine you two chatted, until he was finally read for bed. he got into bed and he turned towards you, gently opening his arms “would you like to join me in bed, sweet potato?” you smiled gently, “of course, dear.”. you climbed into bed as he threw the covers over the both of you, his arms gently wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. vil rested his chin on the top of your head, as he mumbled a soft “goodnight”.

“Azul Ashengrotto”

I take azul as another person that doesn’t enjoy much pda, mostly because of the reputation he has to keep up. and also the fact that it flusters him beyond belief(but we ignore that), though in more secluded places like his office or the v.i.p room he’s more open towards physical affection.

the monstro lounge’s bustling slowly slowed as night drew near, azul having cooped himself up in the v.i.p room. you sat on the couch of the room periodically watching him work, as you payed attention to your own studies. you let out a sigh and rubbed your temple a headache coming on after all of your work. your eyes flickered over to azul before an idea popped into your head, smiling you got up and walked over to his desk.

you tugged on his sleeve standing next to him, as he looked up “yes angelfish?” he slightly pushed his chair back, to talk to you. taking the opportunity you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. he tensed up before slowly relaxing, a heavy blush resting on his cheeks and ears. he quietly pushed his chair back into place, opting to keep working.

“Ace Trappola”

I’d take ace as someone who likes pda, just to show you off a bit yk? whether it’s hand holding or having an arm around you, he’ll do it. though if you don’t like pda of course he’ll back off somewhat. I just have the feeling that his love language is physical touch. anyways!

ace threw his arm around your shoulder, going off on a rant on who knows what, as he pulled you to him. you yawned softly and leaned against him, thoroughly worn out from the days events, he noticed your tiredness quieting down just a bit. “hey gem, you ok? you look dead tired” he said slightly nudging you, “huh? oh yeah I am kinda tired” you hummed slightly.

“welll let’s get back to the dorms yeah?” you nodded, as the two of you made your way back to heartslabyul. soon you found yourselves in his room sprawled out on the bed. you’re currently trapped in his arms as he wrapped around you, your legs tangled together. you slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice as he goes off on a tangent.

“Leona Kingscholar”

I think leona would be somewhat physically affectionate but in very stubble ways. like brushing his hand against yours or having his tail wrap around your wrist(or something similar). though beware he’d probably tease you if you ask for any pda, maybe.

you walked the familiar path to the botanical garden, where a certain lion likes to rest, a small smile formed on your face as you thought of him. soon you opened the door to the garden, looking out for a tail as you walked in. soon your eyes landed on the brunette, his eyes closed arms crossed on his chest as he slept. leona’s ear twitched hearing light footsteps approaching him, as one of his eyes cracked open.

a lazy smirk raised on his face seeing you “hello herbivore, I was just in need of a pillow” he said a hint of playfulness in his tone. you rolled your eyes “yeah yeah, whatever” you walked over to him sitting down, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. his tail curled around you as he got settled, soon dozing off, with you not too far behind.

“Jamil Viper”

I think jamil wouldn’t enjoy physically affection in public, because I feel like he’s a much more private person. also probably the fact he doesn’t want to malfunction infront of someone/j. anyways he’s much more open in private because he doesn’t enjoy showing his more vulnerable side to the public.

you walked into the kitchen spotting jamil quietly stirring a pot, kitchen counters full of ingredients and dishes. “well this is defending a lot” you mumbled as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his back. jamil only hummed in agreement focused on the task at hand.

hours later after the party and cleaning up, you sat on jamils bed as he brushed out his hair. once he was finished he joined you in bed, both of you laying face to face. hands gently intertwined as your legs tangled together, the two of you drifting to sleep after the big day.

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #ace trappola #azul ashengrotto #ace x reader #azul x reader #leona x reader #vil x reader #jamil x reader #pomefiore x reader #savanaclaw x reader #heartslabyul x reader #octavinelle x reader #scarabia x reader

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dumplingsjinson · 10 months

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Back with a REALLLYYYY long ramble about my love life? (Like, when I say really long, I meant it.)

Or... A lack thereof. I don't know, it's confusing; maybe I'm overthinking and maybe he does want to be friends or... he wants more??? Maybe I'm looking into things a bit too deeply BUT THAT'S WHAT I ALWAYS DO AND I’M AFRAID IT'S NEVER GOING TO STOP AHHA.

SO ANYWAYS. Here's the story.

Prepare for a long ass post lmao, because I'm going the FUCK off again :D So like, if you don’t want to read my bullshit then feel free to skip past onto the next glorious post on your dashboard.

(The TL;DR is at the very bottom of this post if you can’t be fucked reading the whole thing lmao.)

Okay.

So.

I met this dude on CMB (Coffee Meets Bagel). We'll call him... Mixed signals dude. (we’re calling him mixed signals dude because it feels like he wants more with the way he acts, but the words that come out of his makes me feel like… Yeah, no, maybe I’m overthinking this greatly.)

He's pretty nerdy. A homebody. Overreacts to things. Pretty shitty texter but aren't most people? And he doesn't seem to exercise much because we were walking around a lot during our first meet up and he was pretty puffed out after a bit lmao. He's an introvert. He's a bit… Eccentric (and I'm not saying that to belittle him). I'm not pinning any of this against him, though. It just provides a background to what type of person he is.

Either way, he asks me if I'd like to meet up with him "as friends". I say yeah, sure thing, why not? I mean, I’m here to meet people, after all.

So we set a date, the day comes, and I meet up with him. He’s waiting for me at the platform my train stops at. We fall into easy conversation the moment I walk up to him and we start talking. I feel at ease with him even though we’ve just met, and my nerves dissipate pretty quickly.

Funny, because I was literally messaging my friend “Oh God, I’m nervous as fuck” like five minutes before the train arrives at my destination.

It’s nice, we share laughs, and it isn’t like... Awkward? Maybe a little, but it isn’t as bad as the other times I met up with other dudes. Usually first time hang outs are fairly awkward and sometimes boring, but it didn't feel that way with him. Oh, also, he's also the "ladies first" type of dude, always urging me to walk before him AHAHA. I don't know how to describe it but yeah.

So anyway, that's all good. We have a good time and get to know each other more. We go home after hanging out for the whole day, he tells me he had a good time, I say I did too.

We talk over text, and about a week or so passes before he asks me out again, so I say sure. It was pretty last minute; we set it up Friday night and then met up Saturday noon. That Saturday, he had planned on studying for his cert for either work or uni, but he comes out to hang with me anyway even though I insist we could do another day if he really couldn’t hang out (he said he didn’t want to study anyway so I was like, okay. We’ll go, then, if you’re sure).

First half of the "hang out" is pretty normal. We go to an art gallery, then we slowly make our way to the Botanic Gardens, where we kinda stop to rest for a little bit. We’re out here talking and laughing, and when we feel rested up, we make our way to another museum/art gallery. We talk about our dating lives, I tell him about the guys I've talked to, we talk about our personal lives and our families; the lot. We share more laughter, and by this point (and take note because this does become an important point later in the story), I’ve broken the touch barrier with what I’d say is friendly physical contact — light slaps on the shoulder/arm, light pushes, etc. The shit I usually do with my friends in a playful type of manner.

Keep in mind, at this point, he keeps saying “You can’t find someone on the apps, only friends” etc, etc, so I’m like… Cool. He wants to meet people and become friends, and I’m not opposed to that. I could do with more friends. And I’ve basically adapted the philosophy of “What happens, will happen” and I’m not going to try and force shit.

So now, here’s the thing: one thing I’ve been noticing during the first meet up and moreso throughout the second meet up, during our walks, he seemed pretty… Protective of me? I don’t know if that’s the right word but like… I’d complain about the sun shining in my face and he’d try to walk beside me to shield me from it. He’d grab me before I crash into things like the clumsy bitch I am. During the first meet up, he was quick to stop me from walking into oncoming traffic because I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe he has quick reflexes, I’m not sure, but I do need someone to kinda check me on my shit sometimes HAHA.

Anyway, after the museum, we wander around the city for a bit, I buy some Gozleme for us to share (he just started his full time job and his paycheck doesn’t come until like, next week, so he was very thankful about me shouting him food).

After that, we couldn’t really think of anything else to do so I’m like, “Do you wanna go home and study?” and he’s like, “Nah, I will stay for a bit more. I don’t want you staying alone out here” even though I never suggested I’d be staying out there alone, but I was like, “…Okay”. I found that to be pretty sweet of him, ngl.

I kinda don’t want to go home either because well… I’m stuck at home a lot these days because I’m still jobless (hopefully that changes soon or so God help me, I’ve been applying and applying and I’m on the brink of losing my shit), when a sudden idea pops into my head. Before I know it, I’m suggesting we go to the movies, and I tell him we could watch Across the Spider-verse (I’ve watched it already but I wanted to watch it again, so might as well) and he’s like sure, because he didn’t wanna go home and study anyway, among other reasons.

So that works out for the both of us! It’s actually kinda funny that he agreed, because he didn’t watch the first one, but when I ask if he’s sure about this, he says, “Yeah I’m sure.”

(Funny side note: about a day ago, he suggested we watch the first one together on Disney+, via IG call this Saturday but I’m not sure if I’m free then so I’ll probably get back to him about that later.)

By then, it’s around 5pm? I buy the tickets for us (we get a discount for the cinema’s anniversary or whatever event’s going on, so I only had to pay 9 dollars for a ticket rather than 24 dollars so it’s a huge bargain. Again, he thanks me for that and I’m like — “it’s fine.”). The movie starts at 6:40pm, so we stay at the nearby Starbucks to wait for the movie to start. He shouts me hot chocolate, and he uses that hour to study for his cert because he brought his laptop with him.

This is where he starts returning the friendly gesture/touches. He hugs me as a way of thanking me for buying the movie tickets and for shouting him food; he pats me on the head and I’m sitting there like wtf; he keeps touching my knee with his hand — like, he would lightly shaking my knee and would let his hand linger there for a few seconds. And like, I’m fine with it, because again — those, in my definition, are friendly gestures, and I was already kind of doing that to him myself earlier on. And I’m feeling comfortable enough with him, so you know. I didn’t mind any of this. And I guess he’s pretty comfy with doing stuff like that, too.

So ANYWAYYYY, we carry on like this for the next hour. I’m pretty sure I’m distracting him from his studies but he still ends up getting something done, and then we head to the cinema once the time’s up. We sit down, the movie starts, and… It’s fine.

It’s all good. Nothing’s really happening, at least between us.

I lean my head on his shoulder like I do with my friends. I’ll be honest, I’ve been wanting to do this the whole day, so I’m like fuck it, why not?

I literally feel him pause for like a moment — like, he goes still.

So fucking still.

The first thought that pops into my mind is “this is uncomfy.” Turns out leaning your head on someone’s shoulder when you’re sitting in squishy ass cinema chairs isn’t exactly comfortable, so after like, not even a minute of doing that, I sit up properly and fix my posture. I decide to lean forward; elbows resting on my thighs, upper body leaning forward because that’s usually how I like to sit when leaning back into the seat isn’t doing me any good.

And uh… THIS is where something a little more significant happens — he kind of just wraps his arm around my waist and literally scoops me back into him (and in my head I’m literally like “so fucking close, holy sHITTTT LNKEFLEKWNFWKLNFKLEWNKLFEWN”), and tells me to rest my head on his shoulder, saying shit like, “Sitting like that isn’t good for your back.”

LIKE BITCH. HELLO?? THE AUDACITY WLKNFELWKFN. This isn’t my first rodeo, it’s happened before with another guy but THIS GOT ME FEELING MORE NERVOUS RATHER THAN UNCOMFY. Maybe uncomfortable because of the stupid seats but not uncomfortable because of what he’s doing, you feel me?

So I’m like… Okay? He has his arm still around my waist, quite tight I must say, and I’m just kinda awkwardly resting my head on his shoulder while his arm becomes a backrest for my back (which isn’t really that comfortable, to be honest), and it’s kinda just wedged between my seat and my back. And I can FEEL the sudden nervousness coursing through me, distracting me from the movie, so thank fuck I watched the movie by myself the first time around or I would have missed some parts of the movie (because this isn’t the only thing he does — there’s more).

Anyway, at one point, I slightly lean away from him because sitting like that isn’t very comfortable. He still has his arm around my waist, although it’s loosened a little by now.

The movie’s still running, I’m sort of in my own world, because all I’m thinking is SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT, when he kind of starts… rubbing his cheek against my shoulder?? That’s the best way I can describe it lmfao, and my fried writer brain isn’t HELPING.

AND I’M LIKE OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD and that’s when my heart starts beating erratically. LIKE BRUHHH. And then he asks, “Is this too much?” (or he asks “Is this okay?” but I can’t exactly remember which one it is so you’re just gonna have to believe it’s either of them) and ahahahahaAHAHAH…

My dumb fucking ass responds to that with an, “Uh, your arm around my back is a little uncomfortable.” BECAUSE IT’S TRUE, OKAY??? But I’m feeling too awkward to pull away AND I’M ALSO FEELING TOO AWKWARD TO MAKE MYSELF MORE COMFORTABLE BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN I’D HAVE TO LIKE… FIDGET AROUND AND SNUGGLE UP AGAINST HIM TO MAKE MYSELF COMFY AND MY CHICKEN ASS COULDN’T DO IT LKNFEWLKFNEK (even though I wANTED TO UGH. THIS IS THE PROBLEM. I WANTED TO DO THAT SHIT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME—)

So yeah anyway, aha… He kinda pulls away from me fully, and stays in his seat and doesn’t really lean over again.

And I’m thinking… Well. Nothing else is going to happen, I guess.

Cool.

I guess.

…WELLL, BOI WAS I FUCKING WRONGGGG HAAHAHAH.

Throughout the rest of the movie, he’d grab onto my arm during the more tense scenes; he’d link arms with me and pull me closer to him; he’d lean against me, head on my shoulder, and I’d just kinda… lean my head on his head at times LMFAOOO (returning the favour HA), and my heart was being a fucking asshole half of the time and beating a hole through my chest and I was like oh gODDDD PLEASE DON’T LET HIM HEAR THIS SHIT PLEASE DON’T LET HIM HEAR THIS SHITTT—

Anyway.

He’d pull away when I’m not reacting to his touch, but then he’d come back in for more. Sometimes I’d react by reciprocating, sometimes I won’t.

There is one point when I felt his fingers brushing against my knuckles while our arms are linked, and I’m ngl, when he was doing all of that stuff prior to this moment, I was thinking OH GODDDDD is he gonna hold my hand is he gonna hold my hand is he gonna hold my hand— AND LO AND BEHOLD, MY THOUGHTS KINDA CAME TRUE.

AND THE CRAZY THING IS: I WANT TO LET HIM HOLD MY HAND, but my hands are sweaty and disgusting because I’m feeling so fucking nervous for whatever reason, and so I just pull the fuck away before he could hold my hand LMFAOOO 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

AGAIN. Not my first rodeo. I’ve had another guy do this (the same dude I was talking about before) but in a much cringier way, and I was definitely not as comfortable with that dude than I was with THIS guy.

So uh. Yeah. That happens. He kinda leans away after that, and I’m thinking… Hm. He isn’t gonna initiate any more physical contact, is he? But nah. I was proven wrong on that department, once again. He’d grab my arm lightly at times, but I kinda just didn’t react by that point because I’m like…. UH. whAT IF HE TRIES THAT AGAIN AHHH.

Like, don’t get me wrong. I want to hold his hand but ALSOOO PALMS SWEATY KNEES SPAGHETTI FRRRRR.

But anyway, the movie comes to an end, we get the fuck outta there and I feel relief washing over me because JESUS, that was intense.

It’s like nearly 9pm at that point, we’ve spent a whole day together and I’m out here feeling a little flustered after all of that.

He starts apologising profusely, saying he’s sorry, etc, and I keep telling him it’s fine, he’s okay, he’s not a creep (he kept calling himself one). He’s like, “You told me about that guy who was being too much with you and I didn’t want you to think I’m like him” (it’s the other dude I talked about before — the one I felt uncomfy with). And I’m like, “You’re not like him, please don’t worry.” (Because for fucking one, while I was definitely nervous when he pulled me close to him in the first instance, I wasn’t like… uncomfy with it because of him. Like, I would honest to God have stayed like that and let him hold me if the cinema seats weren’t so uncomfortable for leaning against someone LMAO, but oFC HE’S NEVER GONNA KNOW THAT.)

So we walk out of the cinemas and onto the streets, and there’s this like… Performance going on, with a small crowd surrounding the performer. So, me being a curious little motherfucker, kinda beckons him over, saying, “Let’s go take a look,” and he agrees (side note: I’ve been noticing this guy is very agreeable. Like, I’d say “Let’s go into this store to check this thing out”, he’d be like “Sure” and tag along. When I go into these clothing stores, he would follow me into those stores instead of waiting outside, and when I see he’s tired I’m like, “You can sit down, you know?” but he would be like, “It’s fine,” and continues following me around. It’s kinda sweet ngl, but I do feel a little bad when he’s all huffed out and shit lmfaooo).

We linger there for a bit, trying to see what’s going on. Mind you, it’s cold; there’s a continuous breeze blowing against our backs, and he kinda just… Stands behind me (while complaining about how it’s freezing) and I didn’t think much of it then but now I’m like… Is that his way of keeping me from the cold OR AM I JUST IMAGINING THINGS?? AM I GOING FULL ON DELULU???

AND ANYWAY, we’re still there, watching, when he gets closer to me and leans his head on my shoulder and rubs his cheek against my shoulder. So I’M LIKE AKJBFEWJLBFJKFEJK, and I rest my head on his (i COULDN’T RESIST, OKAY???) and we kinda stay like that for a moment, and it feels so nice. Annnnnnd then I’m pulling away and suggesting we go home. It’s been a long day, and the night’s only getting colder.

So we make our way to the train station, he apologises more, I say it’s fine. We gotta get on different platforms to go home, and FOR A VEERRRRYY BRIEF MOMENT, I consider hugging him before we part ways BUT I DIDN’T. I FUCKING DIDN’T AND I WISH I DID, BECAUSE I REALLY WANTED TO.

I wanted to hug him is the problem here, and I’m not usually someone who wants to hug people, unless they’re family or close friends so like… BRUH.

I get on the train, and then I receive a message from him — and he’s apologising AGAIN for being a creep and I’m like bruh it’S FINEEEEE. YOU’RE FINEEE. OMGG. (Not like that, though. I was more using the standard “It’s fine, please don’t apologise”.) We text for a bit and then, mustering up all my shitty courage, I ask him, “Did you want to hold my hand at one point?”

His answer: “PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT.” lkneafklefnklnwfe LMFAOOO, such a shy boi HAHA.

We’re kinda touching on the topic of boundaries, he’s telling me how he’s a physically affectionate person, so at one point I’m like, “Well, we can hold hands as friends, ya know?” Because these actions don’t have to be romantic. They can be platonic. Annnnnnd he agrees, and basically tells me, “Next time, hug me first. And you can hold my hand too, if you wanted to.” (I feel like a giddy high schooler typing all of this out LMFAO.)

SO YEAH. TO SUM IT UP, I’m in a dilemma because I can’t tell if he actually wants to be just friends (he kept stating that at the start, but his actions and body language are like… contradicting what he’s saying), or if he wants something more. Maybe I’m overthinking this. Maybe he’s just a really, really affectionate and protective type of friend, and is like this with fuckin’ everyone.

I DON’T KNOW.

BUT ANYWAY. THAT’S ABOUT IT. He’s still dry over text, but he’s good to hang out with, and it seems like he wants to continue to hang out with me. Oh, and also, he also keeps sending me selfies of him lmfao.

And now idk how to feel because I kinda ended up reconnecting with long distant dude (it’s a long story lmfaooo, a lot of my prompt lists are made because of him) and like… I might have lingering feelings for him? BUT NOW I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT BE DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR THIS MIXED SIGNALS DUDE. OR MAYBE I’M TRIPPING??? LIKE I went into this thinking, “Oh, he’s probably gonna be someone I’m gonna meet up with once and that’d be it” BUT HERE WE ARE, WITH HIM SAYING HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS AND THEN PULLING SHIT LIKE THAT AND THEN MAKING MY HEART AND HEAD GO WNFLKEWNFKLENWFLKN—

THE FUCKING AUDACITY!!

And it’s only been such a short while tooooo OMGGG, and I understand it’s only the second time we’ve met up BUT JESUS.

I don’t know what to think or feel or do and I’m juST WLKNFEKN BECAUSE NOW HE’S THE ONE WHO’S GOT ME WAITING FOR HIS GODDAMN TEXTS LIKE A FUCKING DUMBASS UGHHH. And I already wanna see him again sooo… HOW FUCKED AM I AHAHHAHA FJSJSJJSJ (As that one song says: This is the part where I’m gonna get HURT, LMFAOOO.)

Though, to be FAIRRR, I did tell him briefly about long distant dude and he was like “awww, you guys are like soulmates” SO IM LIKE AHAHHA 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 (he did switch topics pretty abruptly when I tried to talk more about him lmfao, but he skips over shit pretty frequently so maybe that’s just how he is). Perhaps I am over thinking this AND MAYBE HE DOES WANNA BE FRIENDS ONLY but imma see how things progress 😃👍

Now, I’m going be serious for a second: he just got out of a two year relationship three months ago so MAYBE he’s craving physical connection which is why he was acting like that? So I could be completely wrong and he genuinely does want to be friends only so… Yeah. I’m gonna tread cautiously, despite everything I’ve said before. Like, I’m open to whatever happens, but I’m also not looking to get my feelings hurt again.

With that being said, we’re seeing the Barbie movie next week. It’s kinda funny because I did mention it when we met up last week, and he was groaning about it.

Earlier today, I messaged him and was like, “Imma buy tickets, did you want to come along or no?” (because if he didn’t want to come along, then I’ll just buy a ticket for myself and watch it myself, no biggie — but I also did kinda wanna see him again so I asked just in case LMAO) and he’s like, “I’ll go with you” with pretty much no hesitation.

Then, I’m out here making sure he’s okay with it because I didn’t want him to feel like he’s being forced to come along aND THEN HE FUCKING HITS ME WITH THE “I’ll do it for you”.

LIKE, BRUHHHH??? “I’ll do it for you.” BITCCHHHHHH, LET ME JUST CRY BECAUSE WHY CAN’T I HAVE A MAN WHO ISN’T GIVING ME MIXED SIGNALS LIKE THAT IN MY GODDAMN LIFE.

THE AUDACITTTTYYYYYY SLDKFNDWLKNFWKELFN AHHH.

And then he’s like, “I owe you a lot” since I’m the one buying the tickets again (like I said earlier, he just got a full time job and his paycheck doesn’t come until like next week so it’s whatever if I’m the one paying for us for now) and I’m like, “You don’t owe me anything, and it’s not like you wanted to watch the movie in the first place” and THEN HE’S ALL LIKE, “Yeah, but I wanted to accompany you” AND IT’S LIKE BRO???? HELLLLLOOOOOO????????

Like, talk about being accidentally smooth LMFAO.

He also has like, work that day, so him agreeing to accompany me just adds a layer of sweetness to this dhsjsjsj

And he started calling me by my nickname outta no where and I was like tf—

SO YEAH. DO FRIENDS DO THIS JFDFNDKLN. AM I TRIPPING. AM I OVERTHINKING???

And yeah, this is basically where things are at right now and I’ll probably provide another update later if anything significant happens, so you might see me popping up with something else in a reblog of this post lmfao :DDDDD

So… Yeah. Moral of story is: don’t go on dating apps or you’ll end up playing yourself like a goddamn fiddle.

(I also just realised I wrote a whole fic, basically, because I failed to be succinct lmao, I’m sorry and I’m gonna be so surprised if anyone reads the whole thing.)

TL;DR: Dude I met up with two times keeps giving me mixed signals. Says he wants to be friends, but his actions contradict his words. I’M CONFUSION. And might also be catching feelings but we’ll hold onto that thought for a bit because I think I still like someone else?? And maybe it's been too short of a time to be catching feelings in the first place. So yeah. Fun times.

#VERY LONG POST #personal #love life rambles #A WHOLE ASS UNI ESSAY LMFAO

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Chapter 12 - Don't be scared, it is mostly fluff

Winter’s grip had slipped enough to allow a bright day in Velaris. It was cold enough still that they needed to bundle up in coats and scarves – which Azriel took great care in tucking around Nesta’s neck and into the front of her coat, peppering kisses on her skin as he did.

The atmosphere had changed. From those first rays of sun that signalled the demise of winter, everybody seemed to have a spring in their step. Each market trader they passed whistled or called out a chipper hello. Children were out with their parents, tugging their hands along.

‘This is lovely.’

Although the late February sun was thawing the world, giving way to the beginnings of spring, Nesta still felt a little uneasy. There were a few looks as they passed. Some looked away then back as if piecing together bits of a story. The Cauldron born sister who’d been ready to die with the general… but was now walking along arm in arm with the wrong Illyrian. Sensing her tension, Azriel squeezed her arm.

‘Our love is ours. It belongs to nobody else.’

If Nesta had said she wanted to return to the apartment, she knew that Azriel would not question it. He’d even winnow them rather than prolong it by walking. It was nice to be out. Not to hide. The apartment had begun to feel like a jail with the four walls compressing in on them. Nesta could not run back to it at the first sign of discomfort. It could become their sanctuary again, a home filled with love. Nesta squeezed the arm she held a little tighter.

‘Where would you like to go?’

‘I have never really been anywhere here,’ Nesta admitted save for the few taverns when she’d been too lazy to cook and they offered hot food at a handful of coins.

Azriel led her along the winding streets, quietly mentioning places they could visit or shops she might like. Nesta was happy to listen. Happy for him to steer them along.

‘George has asked whether I can begin working alongside him at his office,’ Nesta said. Her elderly neighbour had stopped her in the stairwell, asking whether she’d consider the employment alongside his son for a real wage rather than a pouch filled with coins stuffed through her letterbox.

‘That’s great news. Still managing the accounts?’

‘Yes.’

Azriel leaned in to kiss her temple. ‘I’m proud of you. Well done.’

‘I haven’t started yet. I might be awful at it.’

‘I can still be proud of you. And you won’t be awful. Don’t say such lies.’

They walked to the opposite end of the city. It was the most Nesta had walked, ever. They reached a set of gates that were propped open with a wide path running through the middle. Despite the season, all of the flora around them bloomed with colour.

‘What is this place?’

‘A botanical garden kept thriving by magic.’

It was beautiful. There were even bumblebees gathered on the row of lavender growing, butterflies swooping in front of them as they passed from one flower to the next.

‘One of Rhys’ ancestors supposedly planted the first tree here for his love.’

Nesta pulled Azriel in for a kiss. ‘And why haven’t you planted me any trees?’

His lips brushed against her ear as he murmured, ‘If you’re a good girl today, I’ll bend you over the counter tonight instead, how’s that?’

Their sexual appetite had been suppressed at Rosehall. Nesta was almost too scared to even kiss him knowing his mother was in the same house. She was still mortified that Rovena had seen them both in bed together even if they’d been drowsy and not long opened their eyes rather in the middle of a scandal. They had certainly made up for it in the couple of days since they’d returned to Velaris.

‘I suppose that’s satisfactory.’

Azriel let out a noise like he’d been struck. ‘Satisfactory? That’s how you grade me?’

‘Would you like a full report afterwards, Spymaster? I shall judge your stamina, the effort, originality, and of course, how many times I receive my pleasure.’

They walked through an orchard where trees dripped with ripe, swollen fruit. Azriel pulled Nesta in with an arm around her shoulders. A slow, creeping smile made its way onto his face. ‘When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to think about anything but me for a week.’

‘Don’t make such rash promises.’

Azriel blew out a breath. ‘You’re in a teasing mood today. That’s alright. Whatever you give me now, I’ll give to you worse tonight. When you’re on your knees begging me to let you come, know that you started this.’

Despite being in public, despite everything else, Nesta nuzzled her face into Azriel’s neck and let out a satisfied little groan. She ensured that her breasts pressed against him as they walked, with him guiding her steps. ‘You wouldn’t be so cruel to me. And your shadows definitely wouldn’t.’

Nesta had tried her best to reverse her teasing but the male was more stubborn than her. Azriel kissed her simply on the head. ‘You’ll find out tonight, won’t you?’

There was a small vendor in the botanical gardens amongst the waxy plants from hot lands. She sold cones of spiralling pastry rolled in cinnamon sugar and almonds then filled with cream and melted chocolate. Nesta's eyes had gone as large as saucers when she’d saw them. Azriel indulged her whim, choosing to watch her devour it rather than have one for himself.

‘Apparently, they come from Illyria. That’s how they flog them here. But I’ve never seen them there,’ he said as Nesta got stuck in gobbling the edges.

‘It’s so good.’

‘Nesta, stop moaning like this in public,’ he urged, subtly adjusting his trousers. Shadows wreathed the bench they sat on.

The sugar rush was worth it as Nesta ploughed her way through half of it in record time. It dripped onto her fingers. The cream ran down her hands quicker than she could lick it off.

‘Help me,’ she begged before sucking a finger.

Azriel sat with wide eyes. ‘We’ll get called exhibitionists if I help.’

Nesta had never allowed herself to be so undignified in public before. Chocolate was smeared around her lips, sugar had dropped all in her lap, and she had eaten it with absolutely no manners whatsoever. But Azriel remained opposite her on the bench, eyes sparkling with amusement at the state she had gotten herself into. He’d take all of her; even the parts smothered in sugar.

‘I didn’t know it would be quite so messy.’

Azriel gave her one of his rare, true smiles. It lit up his whole face. He was so beautiful, like a hero from a story given flesh. His arm went around her again on the bench to draw Nesta close. With a sigh, he said, ‘My Nesta.’

His body warmed them enough to remain on the bench watching the world go by. And it was nice to let the world move past them, unhurried and undisturbed. Today was a declaration to the world that they were together – and always would be. It would garner wings, no doubt, that the Night Court’s shadow singer had entwined himself with the Kingslayer and spread maybe even further than the court’s borders. But Nesta never cared for gossip. The only one whose opinion had any value was sat beside her with his head tilted against hers.

‘I didn’t know this place existed,’ Nesta admitted on their final amble through the bark-covered paths of the gardens. ‘I should have brought Elain here when she was struggling. It might have helped.’

‘It might have helped,’ Azriel agreed. ‘But what you did was enough. More than enough, Nesta.’

It didn’t feel like enough. Enough would have been stowing Elain safely into Graysen’s arms the second Feyre and the Night Court left their home in the mortal lands. They should have anticipated an attack from Hybern. Enough would have been wrenching herself free from the sentry’s arms and somehow saving Elain before she was pushed into the Cauldron.

‘Hey,’ Azriel said, stroking her cheek. ‘Regrets will eat you up from the inside out. Don’t feed them.’

***

Although both of them preferred the quiet solitude that came with their home, neither was willing to return to it that day. Now that they could be out together without needing to hide or fabricate a tale, it was bliss. After hours spent in every shop Velaris had to offer – including the lingerie one which Azriel was more than happy to spend a fortune in – they finally strolled back towards their apartment. This female had him entirely under her control. He’d follow her off the end of the world. And she was currently mentioning how much she had loved his mother’s cats, and how nice it would be to have one. Azriel gave himself two days before he was bringing one home for her.

‘Oh!’ Nesta stopped in her tracks, turning her face upwards. ‘I know this song.’

She caught his hand and led him down a narrow street to a grimy tavern where music seeped from the open doors.

It was bigger inside than it appeared from first glance, but each table was full of revellers including plenty of lesser fae. The band itself was made up of them; the music was traditional folk music full of fiddles and brass. None of it put Nesta off. Her face had loosened at the first few notes of music she’d heard and her expression had given way to one of relaxation.

They stood with their drinks against a wall. Azriel kept an arm around Nesta’s front as she leant back against him, sipping her ale without scrunching up her nose. Never would he imagine that Nesta Archeron would choose ale, let alone drink it without a fuss. It was cold and crisp. Nesta had slurped the foam top the moment it was in her hands.

Azriel could almost see all of those defences she built slipping away for him. He was privileged enough to see the Nesta who didn’t need to be prim and proper. If she belched in front of him that night, he’d probably laugh himself hoarse after her mess with the pastry. This was a Nesta who was allowed to try new things without judgement, to be the person she wanted to be. And he loved all of her.

When she finished her drink, Nesta didn’t burp. But she did do something else that surprised Azriel entirely.

She began to sing along with the band.

It was a popular enough song that hearing it for five hundred years had ingrained the lyrics to his own memory, but he didn’t even know how Nesta had come across it. She tapped on his hands that were around her waist. She swayed within his arms. Her body tipped back against his as the words spilled out from her lips.

Azriel was mesmerised by her.

He crossed his arms over her body, keeping his scarred hands on her shoulders as Nesta tipped back her head to look up at him. She continued singing, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth as she did. Her voice was beautiful. Even when she forgot a line and snorted before starting again, Azriel could have listened to Nesta sing all night.

When seats had become free, they joined a table despite the recognition in the group’s eyes as they settled. Late into the night, Nesta had joined their conversations in between lulls of the songs then eventually Azriel did too. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been out in Velaris and spoke to its people in a non-official capacity. They stayed in that tavern for the entire night until the wearied landlord tossed them all out into the cold streets.

Full of ale and cheer, Azriel carried Nesta home in his arms. She refused flight, swearing her drinks would slosh too much in her stomach – and she was not in a hurry to get back to the apartment with winnowing.

‘I didn’t know you could sing.’

She squirmed a little. ‘Everybody can.’

He rolled his eyes. ‘It was lovely.’

‘If I’m to be a bard, it shall only be in taverns.’

‘I will sing to shadows and you can sing to wearied travellers over a tankard.’

‘A career I’m considering.’ Nesta looped her arms round his neck as Azriel continued carrying her.

With a smell of alcohol on her breath and a flush on her cheeks from the cold, Azriel had never seen Nesta so natural and carefree. She kissed his face in a pattern then he realised it was to the tune of the last song they’d heard, kissing on the beat.

‘I wish I could take you to the Spring Court. Historically, they’ve always been the best at music. Most of the songs we have in Prythian came from there.’

Nesta sang to him under her breath as she closed her eyes against his chest.

‘Or maybe we can get you an instrument.’

‘I play piano. Or I did. And the harp.’

The moment Azriel stopped walking, Nesta forced open her eyes. They were at their front doors of the apartment building – so was Rhys.

‘Why are you here?’

Gently, Azriel settled Nesta onto the ground and put his body in front of hers. He had been too distracted, hadn’t thought to check for any threats in his city. A hand stayed pressed to Nesta even behind his back as Azriel swept the vicinity for signs of Cassian.

Rhys held up his hand. ‘I just want to talk.’

‘We met yesterday.’

‘For work,’ Rhys said. ‘I don’t mean any trouble, Az, you know that.’

‘Then why are you here at this time?’

Rhys picked off lint from his jacket. ‘Because I’m trying not to go in your head and find you that way to give you space. But I’ve been here three times today and you’ve not been home. I just want to talk. To both of you.

‘We’ve been out,’ he said flatly. ‘I don’t appreciate you keep coming here, Rhys.’

It was Nesta who said, ‘It’s alright. We can talk inside.’

Her fingers linked with his and she brought Azriel’s hand to her lips to kiss it. Rhys remained watching their tender gesture then indicated for them to lead the way. Azriel kept his body behind Nesta’s. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Rhys per se, but he wouldn’t risk Nesta in any way.

Azriel waited for Rhys’ lip to curl. For him to make a comment about the apartment – about its damp stairwell or cracked ceiling – but none came. He and Nesta had tried to make this one more liveable. Soon, they’d buy somewhere bigger where they had more space, maybe a library for her, a cushioned reading nook in the sun. Whatever Nesta wanted, Azriel would build for her.

They moved in synchronicity. Nesta always liked her cup of tea before bed, so she boiled the water while he prepared a tray for three. Their wild plans for the bedroom were already on pause after the night spent in the tavern. Nesta’s yawns filled the silence too. Azriel knew the moment her head hit the pillow, she’d be gone.

Rhys had made himself useful and lit the fire in the living room. He’d settled himself in the chair though he looked about as comfortable as if he were having a meeting in the Autumn Court.

‘These are good. Where did you find them?’ He said taking a second jam tart from the little plate on the tray.

‘Nesta made them,’ said Azriel as he settled beside her on the couch.

‘They’re not poisoned,’ she said with a flick of her brows.

‘You know how to bake?’

Nesta shook her head dismissively. ‘They’re very easy.’

‘She does know,’ Azriel said. ‘She can cook very well. There’s about six recipe books in the kitchen. And she has been learning with my mother.’

Rhys didn’t seem to know how to process that information. He had two females in his mind; Nesta, the sister of his mate, and Nesta the partner of his brother. He was trying to marry the two together. His violet eyes took in their proximity to each other nestled on the couch, how Nesta’s hand had snagged in his scarred one, how her thumb massaged one of the thicker scars following it like a valley on a map without revulsion.

‘Did you enjoy your time in Illyria?’

Nesta nodded in response but offered no more information.

The silence was painful. Rhys was trying at least, but there were long-running issues there between them that a couple of questions wouldn’t heal.

‘She wants a cat now.’

‘Your shadows want one, they told me.’

Rhys sat up in surprise. ‘They speak to you?’

Both Azriel and Nesta laughed. ‘No, she says they do to get what she wants.’

At that moment, one had decided to snake itself around Nesta’s shoulders then another in solidarity. It had never been this way with anybody. The shadows always unnerved people. They moved of their own accord and thrived in the darkness. Nesta loved it when they wrapped her up and Azriel heard her talking to them enough as if they were playful children.

Rhys gave a wan smile as he watched. ‘Have you told Nesta?’

‘Yes.’

The fingers in his hand grew cold as they reached the reason for Rhys’ unexpected visit.

‘What is your decision, Nesta, on the mating bond?’

For an unknown reason, Azriel’s heart beat faster. There was a fear that Nesta might suddenly change her mind. Decide he wasn’t worth this. As if she was afraid to tell him the truth for fear of his reaction.

‘I do not want it. My heart is Azriel’s.’

He braced himself for the fall out. For Rhys to try and persuade her otherwise. For Nesta to drive her heels into the ground with her stubbornness and refuse to hear another perspective.

Rhys only nodded. ‘I will speak with Helion. He is best-equipped to sever it. Sorry for disturbing you so late. Thank you for the tea – and the jam tarts.’

‘You can take the rest, if you want,’ Nesta said hesitantly.

‘They are poisoned, aren’t they?’ There was lightness in Rhys’ tone and he kept his expression soft enough for Nesta to see the joke.

‘Next time - now I know what you like.’

Azriel saw him out, if only to ensure it wasn’t a strange trick and Cassian was waiting in the corridor to ambush them and spirit Nesta away. He shut the door behind him, sensing Rhys would also want to speak privately.

‘This is a mess, Az. It will destroy Cass.’

‘And what would it do to Nesta to be in a bond that would make her miserable?’

Rhys nodded. ‘And you. She was singing, wasn’t she, when you carried her?’

It was almost criminal to admit to Rhys that he had seen Nesta singing as Azriel brought her home like a princess.

‘We’re happy.’

‘I know. I can feel it from both of you.' On instinct, his eyes flicked to Azriel's ruined hands. Yes, he'd seen how Nesta hadn't pulled away from them either. 'It’s unexpected – but I’m so happy for you, Az. Really. I know how much this means to you.’

‘You’re not going to persuade us to give into the bond?’

His high lord shook his head. ‘Nesta and Cassian aren’t even friends at this point. Why would I sacrifice the happiness of you two for the chance that the bond might work out when all signs point to it not working? I love Cass, I do, and I wish things could be different for him.’

‘But you support us?’

In the dim hallway, Rhys clasped a hand on his shoulder. ‘I had doubts, I won’t lie. I saw you in the gardens today. Then the singing. I haven’t been good to Nesta, I’ll admit that I’m blinded by my love for Feyre. But you are good for each other. I’m glad you’ve chosen each other. To make amends, I’ll handle Cassian.’

@chosenfamily-valkyriequeens @theleafpile @loysydark @rarephloxes @wannawriteyouabook @mis-lil-red

#nesta vs the buffer

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istherewifiinhell · 7 months

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Metas FULL spoilers fr fr.

Floora. Pah. Pah.. u cannot even cheat this game. I admire that. Hinted. Wiki searched. No luck. Lotuses are related to macadamia nuts? Okay

Zooa. You will not defeat me... guessed in 9. I had to scroll looking for birds of prey cause i didnt remember the name that wasnt the ones it wasnt. But i got there.

#some shit #wifi at the zoo #no signal at the botanical garden

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2hoothoots · 2 years

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Have you ever filled out a “get to know my ship in five minutes” templates for the fsaau trio? :) Cause if not here’s your chance to don’t hold back my guy here you go (template made by @/riessene)

YES...YES!!!!

extra hcs/thoughts i had when filling this out under the cut

i don't know if i could give accurate numbers for their heights, Psychonaut heights are all out of wack. Sasha and Milla are both 7'2". Loboto is nine feet tall. listen what do you want me to do

Raz and Lili have a whole litany of nicknames for each other. every single sappy pet name you can think of, it's in there. sometimes they goof around and call each other by their last names if they're feeling particularly silly

Raz and Dogen are both pretty good cooks, but Raz is also a big health nut and watches his macros and stuff so if he's making a meal there's like a 50% chance it's just some kind of nutrient slurry to help him hit his calorie count for the day (a tin of corned beef and a handful of salad leaves counts as a meal, right?). Dogen is a good cook but he can get a bit distracted in the kitchen so he benefits a lot from having a steady sous chef. Lili sucks at cooking (she never really had the opportunity to learn at home), she can make noodles and that's about it

Lili will talk your ear off about how bugs are super important to ecosystems and crucial pollinators and need to be protected now more than ever given the decline of wild habitats, and Raz is like, I appreciate that but you're not gonna make me feel guilty over this mosquito i just smushed. (along those notes, although she gardens she's very anti-pesticide! she uses other methods to control pests, like fostering wild/sacrificial plants that pests would rather eat to keep the slugs off her orchids)

Dogen is a pretty shy guy and he can get real embarrassed in public. just furiously blushing and nodding his head to try and signal that yes, he would love to hold hands, he just gets worked up easily about that kind of thing. Raz has no shame but he is very easy to fluster. Lili has no shame, period.

Lili and Raz both drive, but in their day-to-day Lili usually drives because Raz has the bad habit of thinking speed limits are suggestions for other people and don't apply to secret agents. Dogen can't drive, he never got his license and finds the prospect of sitting behind the wheel of a car way too nerve-wracking to learn.

Lili and Dogen are pretty similar in the amount of human interaction they like, they both have a fairly low social battery and so they really enjoy quality time spent at home together. their ideal dates are chill ones, like going to the aquarium or to a botanical garden - anywhere they can just quietly enjoy each others' company.

as a trio they get into so much trouble. Dogen tries to avoid the trouble as much as possible. trouble arrives regardless

#i've spent most of today playing splatoon 3 but i took a break to do this #because i love them #future superstar agents au #fsau raz #fsau lili #fsau dogen #fsau meta #raz is the kind of guy who will get picky about the precise type of italian hard cheese dogen is putting in a carbonara #and then make himself a peanut butter scrambled egg ketchup sandwich for lunch #i would highly encourage anyone who wants to fill these out to do so btw they're so much fun #ty rem <3 <3 <3 #i say 'headcanons'. it's my AU so i guess these are just full-fledged canons?

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kayssweetdreams · 10 months

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A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 36

Meanwhile, With Maxie and Thea, at the Same Time...

The two of them locked themselves in the security office, making sure that the guards couldn't get in. While Maxie had messed with the security feed to mess with Prim and the guards, she also made sure that she and Thea could see the real feed. Thea watched with worry as she saw The kids venture into the botanical gardens to get the rainbow flower that Ka Lā was proud of. Her worry only got worse when she saw the guard, while he was still alive, call in reinforcements.

"Oh no. OK. Change of plans. We have to go and find them." Maxie said. "With all that security and all of those guards out there?!" Thea exclaimed, not exactly enthused about going back out into the guard infested island. "Well. You can stay in here and let the guards catch them, or you can help me find them first before the guards, and finish the bigger batch." Maxie said.

Thea gave a sigh. She knew that Maxie had a point. They needed that cure if they were ever going to stop Prim and help everyone on the island. So, with a reluctant nod, she followed Maxie out of the room. The teen nodded before she shorted out the entire feed to make sure that the guards didn't know where they were, as well as scramble all of the equipment to ensure that they were practically off the radar.

Once the two of them left the security office, Maxie had returned to her ghost mode, making her invisible to the human eye...including Thea. "Maxie?! Where are you?!" Thea whispered, worried that something had happened to the teen. "Don't worry Mrs Bruno. I'm still here." Maxie reassured, reappearing in front of her. Thea bit back a gasp as she suddenly appeared in front of her.

"It's just something that I can do. I'll explain after we find the kids, and my friends, and we stop Prim." She said, vanishing from sight again. Thea was still worried, as she didn't know where Maxie was, or where she was going. "Hmm...Maybe this will help." The invisible teen said. Suddenly a small ringing could be heard as Maxie reappeared, holding some kind of tablet, with a green dot blinking on it. "Just follow the dot. That's where I'm going." She said before vanishing once more.

Unsure, but knowing she didn't have a choice, Thea followed where she assumed where Maxie was going, narrowly avoiding the horde of guards that were stomping around the grounds, hoping to find their missing "prisoners" Luckily, thanks to Maxie scrambling the signals in the air, and messing with the equipment, the guards were aimlessly searching the hotel, going in circles and getting nowhere, buying them enough time to search the grounds.

After the two of them walked through a few hallways, they began to hear some familiar voices. Maxie smiles "That's definitely Skarlett, I think we found them." She said, he smile getting bigger as she reappears again

"I think I can help with that."

Jett, Skarlett and Maxie belong to @jettthespeeddemon

#Balan Wonderworld

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doublel27 · 2 years

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For the dear nonny who asked for some of the Tarlos Bodyguard AU this week for WIP Wednesday, and @lilythesilly who always thinks to tag me, I am here with a little bit of fun for you all. (Well, fun for me. You can decide if it's fun for you ;) ) ~*~*~*~

If TK had known it would be the last semi-normal day he would have for a while, he would have done things differently. He’s not sure what exactly he would change. TK just knows that he would have liked the last day of the before to include more than just a walk to get boba and head home. Maybe he wouldn’t have badgered Carlos into letting him walk the distance to his favorite tea shop. Maybe he would have woken up early, insisting they should go to the Smithsonian, knowing the earlier they went, the more likely he would have been allowed to make his way through at least half of one while the Secret Service kept the flow in whatever wing he was in light. Or they could have gone to the botanical gardens and TK could have spent time in a place meant to preserve some of the beauty of the earth for a little while longer. Or he could have brought food by the firehouse to amuse Judd and drive the Secret Service insane. Or a million other options than what was a basic part of his life.

Instead, TK walks down the street, blissfully unaware, boba in hand while Carlos scans the street in the way he always does. It’s a beautiful day and TK is glad he has it off. He’ll work the next few days and then Saturday will hit. They have shortened hours at the gym on Sunday and everyone deserves a break.

“So, what are the odds we can go out this weekend?” TK asks, the invitation for his presence at a new club had skirted across his desk and as he’s making public appearances again, there’d be some perks to it. “There’s this club—”

Carlos shifts his attention so that his head is facing TK. An eyebrow raises above his sunglasses as Carlos asks flatly, “We?”

“Yes. We.”

“Who does we entail?” Carlos tries again, only adding inflection on the word we, before going back to his actual job of scanning the street.

TK squints at him, because Carlos is being weird. He can’t figure out why though. “Uh, me, my friends and you know, you and the rest of my friendly neighborhood detail.”

TK would joke about not being able to go anywhere without an entourage but it’s not the way he actually wants to live his life.

Carlos hums noncommittally before saying, “I don’t know. I’ll have to check in with Agent Washington.”

TK sucks hard, pulling up three tapioca balls. He chews on them while he continues walking, considering. Security has been tight for the longest time, even if TK’s allowed outside, Carlos has been edgy since he mentioned the death threats. TK’s still a little upset to find they filter the death threats out of his mail.

“Things are still weird? You would normally just be upset about it but say yes and grumble about paperwork. It can’t be that much paperwork.”

“Do you know how hard it is to cover you in a nightclub?” Carlos asks, almost absently. He’s looking across the street at one of the brownstones.

“You do such a good job covering me though, Agent Reyes,” TK can’t help but respond.

The comment is pushing things, just a little, and TK knows he shouldn't. Ever since Carlos admited that it's not that TK misread the signals but that Carlos refuses to do anything with the giant pink elephant that sits between them, TK does his best to not lean into it. But sometimes, when the opportunity presents itself, TK has to let a little of the feelings out rather than explode.

He might try to kiss Carlos again.

The snort and brush off TK’s expecting don’t come. Instead Carlos’s voice is harsher than TK’s ever heard it. “Get down!” Carlos tackles him to the ground and something burns TK’s arm. The taro and boba spill as the cup cracks on the pavement. Carlos is on top of TK, one hand cupping the top of TK’s head. He’s entirely enveloped by Carlos and it’s not as hot as any of the dreams TK has been having lately. Probably because this is terrifying. Two thuds reverberate in TK’s ears and Carlos seems to jolt and thud in tandem with them. TK’s brain races through all the possibilities and then his brain alights on what’s happening.

Someone tried to kill him. And Carlos…Carlos took two bullets.

#wip wednesday #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fic #tarlos #tarlos bodyguard au #doublel27 writes #anon ask #gun violence #cw: gun violence #cw: gun #cw: gunshot #whoops #leave that there for you #911 ls wip wednesday

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sunflowersanddaydreamsingreen · 2 years

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I have a friend coming down to the lake today who has agreed to let me experiment on them with tea blend flavors. I wanted to try out fennel, a flavor profile outside my comfort zone. So this morning I brewed a couple herbs to test out fennel in a blend. The blend was just fennel and rosemary for flavor, and my ever-present blue butterfly pea for color. It was so good. I didn’t crush the fennel seeds this time, so the flavor was present, but not overwhelming. The rosemary paired perfectly with it. This really motivates me to try other licorice-esque flavor profiles. I’m really excited to see how my friend likes it.

Fennel

From The Herbal Alchemist’s Handbook by Karen Harrison:

Scientific name: foeniculum vulgare

Other name: fenkel

Element: Water

Planets: Mercury, Moon

Parts used: seed, leaf, essential oil

“Like white Sandalwood, fennel enjoys the dual ruleership of Mercury and the Moon. It aids in obtaining psychic impressions (Moon) and interpreting those impressions accurately (Mercury). Fennel is also used in protection rites – strew the whole seeds in each room, burn in an Incense blend, or make an Infusion with the seeds and wash the walls and floor. Burning fennel in Incense or anointing the Third Eye also clears the mind and aids in memory. Fennel seeds are tossed at a wedding couple like rice for health and abundance in the relationship.”

From Entering Hekate’s Garden by Cyndi Brannon (repeat information omitted)

Genius: foeniculum

Classification: Vegetable

Spiritual properties: Communication, courage, healing of the mind, sexuality

Physiological properties: armomative, digestive, pesticide

Magickal properties: breaking curses and bad luck, clarity, communication, courage, dealing with authority and govt, prevention, psychic witchcraft, visions

Elemental correspondences: Air [note that the previous entry listed water]

Archetype: Rixipyle (Breaker of Chains)

World: Upper

Zodiac: Aquarius, Gemini

Color: blue

Stone: blue agate

Animal: magpie

Indications: Generally safe in small doses, but not for use during pregnancy. Take caution with children and pets.

**Select Notes**

“ An ancient member of Hekate‘s garden, this licorice-flavored plant was consumed for courage, protection, and strength, and for victory in competitions by the ancients. Fennel is a breaker of chains meaning that it has the power to remove blockages, especially for all forms of communication.

“Fennel is sometimes used in love philters, to encourage sending off the right signals regarding romance and sex, giving it a reputation as a sexual stimulant. It’s applications extend to all manner of communication problems, from breaking curses to removing barriers for successful engagement with authority figures and government, rendering it in apothecary necessity.”

Formulations:

* The seeds are very easy to work with. Release their properties by lightly grinding them in a mortar with a pestal. To enhance communication, grind clockwise; to remove barriers, reverse the direction.

* Five is the number most associated with fennel. Release its property by using multiples of five when grinding and use seeds and multiples of the same number.

* Fennel is excellent as part of a tonic, although continued daily use beyond six weeks is not recommended. To make a tonic, add 1/2 tsp to a cup of boiled water. Let the mixture steep for 15 minutes, as fennel is a bit slow to release. Use on its own or mix into your daily tonic.

* Carry fennel seeds in a glass vile. They’re excellent for digestion and for on-the-go witchery. Slip a few seeds in where needed. Chew the seeds to ease digestion and to speak the truth. Five will do the trick.

* Fennel is strongly associated with Mercury. Adding this planetary symbol to any working will increase its potency.

Pharmakeia:

“Fennel is a very specific botanical that is eager to help with a variety of situations involving breaking barriers to communication. It is excellent for breaking down resistance. Drink a tonic and watch your procrastination dissolve.

“Fennel at the threshold ensures that only the truth is spoken within. Add it to your home wards—those protective barriers placed at the entrances or around the perimeter…”

Rosemary

From The Herbal Alchemist’s Handbook by Karen Harrison:

Scientific name: Rosemarinus officinalis

Other name: elf leaf

Element: Air

Planet: sun

Parts used: leaf, essential oil

“ The reviving scent of rosemary stimulates the memory and thought process. Its scent when burned or added to any herbal preparation adds an energy of protection and purification to a space. The oil applied directly to rashes and skin blemishes clears the area, and when inhaled, its aroma aides the memory and brain functions. Sprinkling rosemary leaves over a grave brings comfort to the dead and memories for the ones left behind. Rosemary placed in the bath before bedtime wards away nightmares, and when carried in an Herbal Amulet, it gives confidence and courage.”

From Entering Hekate’s Garden by Cyndi Brannon (repeat information omitted)

Genus: salvia rosmarinus, formerly rosemerinus officinalis

Classification: herb

Spiritual properties: Cleansing of the spirit, contentment, invigoration, recollection, restoration

Physiological properties: rub sore muscles and joints with rosemary oil, rub on temples to ease headache, drink a tonic to improve sleep and ease nightmares. Since it is so beneficial, it makes an excellent ingredient in a daily infusion. Balances the menstrual cycle and eases symptoms.

Magickal properties: awareness, banishing, cleansing, comfort, confidence, contentment, focus, loving spirits, memories, renewal, youth

Part used: leaves

Planetary correspondences: Sun

Elemental correspondences: Fire [note: previous entry indicated air]

Archetype: Ergatis (Energizer)

World: Middle

Zodiac: Virgo

Color: Pink

Stone: pink quartz

Animal: toad

Indications: generally safe for all. Large quantities may cause stomach upset.

**Select Notes**

“Rosemary is a kitchen herb with potent magical properties. It was used by Hekate‘s ancient whitches to ward off evil, improve memory, and for invigoration. The traditional lore is that, where Rosemary grows, the woman of the home will be in charge and well. It is not surprising that some husbands ripped the plant from the ground to prevent this from happening. Nowadays, we women can rule the home as much as witches with Rosemary as one of our familiar spirits.

“Rosemary is strongly associated with the sea, given its natural habitat along the shores of the Mediterranean, making this a suitable offering to Hekate Einalia, in her role as a goddess of the sea. Rosemary brings clarity to emotions, tempering the saltiness and depths of the deep blue. It is a warming plant that restores our inner fire without causing an inferno. It is suitable for loving remembrance of the departed, but note that Rosemary is not a botanical used alone for summoning the departed or spirits. Add Sage and Mugwart to a bundle for these workings.”

Formulations:

* Rosemary is an essential in a witch’s apothecary, for it stands alone as the supreme bringer of loving purification and protection. It’s like Hekate’s arms, enveloping you in fierce love.

* oils, tinctures, infusions, and waters can all be made with rosemary.

* Rosemary poultices placed on a sad heart will help it mend.

Pharmakeia:

“ To ensure an untroubled home, free of stress and conducive to health for the occupants, grow rosemary by your main entrance. It’s one of my ultimate witch tips. Rosemary grows well without our involvement. Make sure the plant is big enough to be comfortable. Since this proud member of Hekate’s garden is so hearty, my Rosemary is a bellweather for our home. If the plant shows signs of distress, I investigate to see who isn’t doing well or if there’s a problem with the house or land. A bath infused with rosemary lets you soak in protection and contentment.”

Both of these books are fantastic and indispensable references in my witchy library. Entering Hekate’s garden provides workings with each plant entry. My notes have been truncated to allow for space. I highly suggest investigating both books on your own.

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