#🧩.patchy's event

[patchworkpuzzle]

Hi Patchy😊. I have come from reading your fics on AO3. Love the wolf Bakugou🥺 one. I would like to humbly request a potion of your choosing for the boomiest of all booms if you are so inclined. Thank you😌.

Hello traveler, I am quite humbled you have journeyed from a different land entirely to come see me and take from my wares; it certainly makes this peddler feel special. And I am assuming that is why you are here. Someone has created those feelings in you, just as you have created them within their heart.

I am also assuming they are unable to properly tell those feelings to you. That words, especially those of such tenderness, are not an area of strength they have achieved. Which is why I bestow to you a touch of eloquence; this ruby liquid will help even the toughest of tongues become loose and say what is on their minds.

Perhaps, your object of affection, may find use in it?

The dragon-born kingdom was one of high esteem, of luxury, grandiose, and overall wealth. You always found yourself blessed to not only live in such a kingdom, where hungry and poverty never seemed to be, but to born well enough to be allowed in the royal court.

Even more blessed to be one of the few young maidens to be personally chosen by the Queen to be a lady in waiting. Such a title was to guarantee anyone who donned it to live a life of splendor, with little worries or regrets, and to marry whoever their heart desired; not to be forced into one for advantage.  

The Gods smiled upon you, that is what your family always told you. And though were undoubtedly blessed, favoured you think beyond your station, there was some flaws to your character that always made you stand out in court within this kingdom. Made you be viewed as odd by most of the lords and ladies you were to be acquainted with. For the dragon born prided themselves on their brash and almost brutish nature, to always be the voice in every room to command respect and awe. You were timid, quite in a way that was not usually found upon in these lands.

The Queen, however, found your nature to be charming. Granted she did know that a lady such as yourself would not be seen as worthy as those who were able to command attention; but she saw potential in you. For you did have a voice, though small, it was eloquent and did not falter; you opinions, and often rejections, always managed to be heard clearly and would surprise everyone.

You were smart, knowledgeable, and able to command in ways never done before. That is why the Queen chose you when you first entered court; and why now she seemed so involved when it finally came time for you to find a husband. It was to no surprise to you that she would engage herself with such a task - having you marry the most suitable person would ensure strong and powerful pairing that would stay loyal to her. But it caused you great inner pain every time you rejected suitor after suitor she sent your way, for your heart belonged to the one person you knew she would struggle to grant you.

Her son, the crown prince Katuski Bakugou.

Volatile and rude, brash and conceited to a fault, you knew him to be for that was usually how he acted towards many in court; especially to those that tried to gain his favour for marriage. But you knew him to be other things. You knew him to be curious, courteous, and almost charming in a strange way. That is why you always felt blessed, for you were able to see him in these states, and so often too for being a lady in waiting always allowed you plenty of opportunities to engage with him. 

You heart always fluttered when you remembered the first grand ball you attended once you entered court. How nervous you were, how ill in place you felt amongst everyone else - from the way you dressed to the way you acted seemed to cause heads to tilt in confusion. You remembered how closely you stood by the farthest wall, away from all the dancing people, away from any more possible embarrassment. That was when he showed up, his air of confidence wash over you like a high tide.

You remembered him asking you what you were doing, curious as to way someone so new in court was not flaunting themselves around like everyone else. You remembered how close he leaned into you, to hear you speak, it made your heart flutter at the proximity. It stopped altogether when you saw his smirk, his chuckle over your comment was almost too much for you to bear. 

Now, you’ve grown almost accustomed to it. You heart still fluttered in his presence, but you grew comfortable around him. With every ball and party thrown you would find him next to you, against the further wall that could be found, talking. It was only a matter of time before your heart belonged to him.

And his to yours.

You knew deep within your soul that he adore you. Bakugou was never one to go out of his way for anyone unless they were special; and with you his small acts of adoration were apparent. Perhaps not to everyone else, but the small flowers and gifts of jewelry from an anonymous sender made it clear who it was from.

You had made it clear with action and words that you wanted nothing more in this world than him. But Bakugou had yet to do the same. Though you both knew that your love and union would be accepted, if through some time, he still rejected your declaration of love.

Not with words, no, he never uttered a single one.

And though everyone is court thought it meant he did not love you as loved him, you knew differently. You knew that speaking of feelings was never a strength of his, and when confronted with other’s feelings - those that were strong - he simply would lack words to say.

After that moment your determination grew blazing as you did whatever you could to get him to confess something, anything, that would allude to what he felt about you. To the point where you had to entrust services on a strange peddler to give you a potion that would loosen his tongue so he may finally say what was on his mind.

To get him to take it would lead to be cunning, to slip it into his wine at the next celebration the kingdom would hold. You were willing to wait that long, for you knew your patience would be rewarded.

When the time came you stood silently against a familiar wall watching the crowd, but more importantly keeping an eye on the prince. You had asked and old and trusted maid, one you had bonded with as she took care of you over the years, to slip the potion into his wine when the dancing began. Thus he would be able to slip away and not be followed when it magic took its hold.

Bakugou escaped to a balcony, trying his best to act as nonchalant as possible as he tried to get to away from everyone; for he knew something was wrong, that his tongue was unable to hold back any sort of comment his mind spoke of. It took one gracious ‘thank you’ to a servant to know something was wrong, as he spoke without knowing.

“What did you do?” he asked you, knowing that the footstep he heard on the marble was you, his voice not holding the anger you were expecting “What curse did you inflict on me?”

“Not a curse, a potion” You corrected, your voice as tentative as your steps towards him “It will wear off shortly. The peddler assured me of that.”

“What does it do?”

“It…” You sighed, hands coming together to wring in worry “It causes you to speak on every thought you have, on every feeling, in any give moment.”

“And why would you do this to me?” Bakugou asked, his anger only showing with how tightly he gripped the railing before him.

“Because how else am I suppose to know why you rejected me?” You responded, your own hands turning into fists; almost as if mimicking him.

“I did not reject you.” He gritted, shoulders going ridged.

“Saying nothing while I confessed my heart and soul to you is a rejection. Do you not care for me at all?”

“I think it is quite obvious my intentions are for you.” 

“Then tell me, do you want me?” Your demanded, your voice booming louder than had ever before.

“Of course I do!” He responded in kind, a snarl on his face as he finally turned to you.

“Then say it!. Say you want me! Say you love me! Say you will stay with me until we grow old, please!” Your vision was starting blur as tears started to form but you refused to let your eyes wander away from his.

“I do love you. Seeing you every day and knowing you’re mine is the only thing that keeps me going.” You saw his shoulders go slack as his cool hands went to cup your face, the rough pads of his thumbs were gently wiping your shed tears away.

“I promise you that I love you with my whole heart. In this life until the next, I am yours as you are mine.”

It makes me smile to see the toughest of shells break and allow what they have hidden so long in the darkness into the light. Please enjoy his new skill as much as you can. Though I will advise to not have him be near anyone else for another day or two. I would hate for his loose lips to ruin relationships, both new and old. 

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#i do hope this what you were looking for #dearest of travelers #for this man is not one i feel I write well #so hopefully this works #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble

[patchworkpuzzle]

Patches your ask game is so cute🥺🥺

Can I pretty please get a potion to deal with Mirio?

It's been so long since I've thought of him and honestly getting a lil lovesick

Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

Love you so so much and I hope you're doing well💝

Oh traveler, how lucky I am to never have faced such a dilemma. To be lovesick over one we hold dear may be as debilitating to one’s own life as a sickness that can leave you bedridden. I do not envy you or your situation.

With a love gone away, and for so long as well, I can only bestow upon you a simple lilac vision potion. It will allow you a chance to see your partner within your dreams; to interact and feel their presence as if it were real. It may just help with your longing for them.

Just be sure to think of them before you fall into slumber.

You were used to this feeling of loneliness. This melancholy ache that would take hold of your heart, never letting go for long periods of time. For it was not the first time it had fallen on you, and you were sure that it would not be the last.

You were warned, many a time, that this was to be the life of a noble knight’s wife, to be yours if you so chose to accept his hand and took his name. That many a lonely day would follow behind you, with the possibility of your heart being forever broken by the loss if he should befall a terrible fate in battle. But you loved him far more than any sorrow could bring, for his love made your heart feel true as steel, and thus you became forever bound to him and regaled yourself to this life.

Mirio Togata was the best husband you could have ever hoped for, and your time together was always sweet and full of laughter. He was like sunshine, a beacon of light, always bringing forth to you, and many others on occasion, such joy and tender happiness; that even the thought of him would brighten your mood and place a smile upon your lips. 

You suppose that is why whenever he left it was like a rain cloud that would come forth onto you, following you around like a lost duckling as you tried to live without him. Tried to do your best to live your life as a dutiful wife, tended to the home you both created, as you patiently awaited the day he would come back. And become excited of what your days with him will be filled with once he did.

Though the longer missions he undertook always made doing what you needed, what you had to do to hold onto the light he left behind, nearly impossible. As your mind could not help but become cloudy with darkened thoughts of what might happen while he was away. But much like these dark clouds, the rain will come, and though it may be harsh and the winds rough, afterward the sun would shine brightly once more.

You just needed some help in finding a small break in those clouds to keep you going. 

That break came from an unexpected source, on an unsuspecting day when you thought you did not need it at all. It was while tending to your garden on a warm and bright afternoon, the sun and task bringing forth a calmness and ease that filled your soul with a tender happiness, if for only that moment, as your pruned and made beautiful your primrose bushes and lavender; as gardening always helped you see the happiness in your world.

It was during that lovely day, amongst the flora and dirt, that you spotted her. A peddler, dressed in long flowing clothes and a hat that seemed too warm for the weather, wheeling a small but heavy-looking cart down the dirt path beside your home. It wobbled, creating the glass pottles inside to chime with every step she took, and you knew that if she was not careful it would easily tip over - for the path was winding and full of bumps. And yet she seemed to drive it without a care in the world as you watched with curious, but concerned, eyes.

“Excuse me, miss!” You called out to her, slowly standing from where you knelt; shaking the dirt from your apron as you stepped towards your wooden fence “Do you need assistance? One of your wheels looks a little shaky, I would hate for it to cause your cart to tip over.”

“Aren’t you sweet,” The peddler smiled sweetly, though it was hard to tell if truly it was as her eyes remained hidden behind the brim “Such sweetness is hard to find these days, you know?”

“It will be no trouble at all,” You smiled in kind, moving towards your home “Just give me a moment to grab - !”

“Ah, ah, ah.” She tutted, mirthful in her tone and smile “I never said I needed your help, I simply said it was sweet you would offer.”

“So…. you do not need it?” You question, frozen in your half-turned stance.

“No, but I think you need mine. Judging by the rain that has clouded your heart.”

Your confusion turned to one of bewilderment as you gazed at the strange person before you; unsettled by her knowledge of how she came to know what ailment you suffered from a simple look at you; and how she was now offering to help you, such manners unknown and perturbing to you.

“It is a good thing, I assure you.” She spoke softly, trying to ease your nerves as she opened her wobbly cart of tinkling glass bottles. She held out to you a potion a moment later, pulling it swiftly from her cart, the lavender liquid looked unbecoming as it sat within it container. 

“W-what is it?” You stuttered, pointing at the container and refusing to touch it.

“Lilac vision,” the peddler claimed, “It will allow a person to enter your dreams for a single night. All you have to do is think of them before you slept and they will be there; sharing in themselves the same dream.”

“A strong illusion, is that what you are offering to me?” You asked, more confused than ever before as you tried to accept her kindness.

“I never produce illusions, my dear.” She tutted once more, gently placing the small bottle into your hand “It will be real, just as if he walked through this gate at this very moment, I assure you.”

You tried to argue further, tried to gain more information, but she left without another word after placing the lavender liquid into your hands; silently, in her own way, refusing to take back her ware as she trotted back along the winding path. 

You watched her leave, brows furrowed until she was no more than a distant memory. With the sun lower in the sky you took it as your cue to return inside, to fix yourself some supper, and to try and accept what had just transpired. Before long, or at least it did not feel long as you stared off thinking of different scenarios and outcomes, it was time for slumber; your bed calling your name as your muscles groaned over the activities you put it through that day. Setting aside the bottle you gathered your shift and prepared a hot bath for you to soak in, another excuse to wonder whether or not to trust in it.

You long sat with the bottle, both in your bath and once you settled within the comfort of your bed, glancing at it every few moments as it sat upon your night dresser. Truly contemplating if you should trust in a wary stranger or not. Perhaps if you met her in a market, sought her out, and bought from her like you would with any other merchant, you would not be so hesitant, but you were.

As the hours passed that night, keeping you from your slumber, the tiny lilac bottle finally wore you down. Shifting once more to sit up against your feathery pillows you uncorked it, swallowing down the overly sweet mixture and trying your best not to cough back up, your curiosity getting the best of you. You were slightly amazed at how quickly it worked, almost immediately after taking it, your head got so lightheaded you could not stop yourself from falling back onto your pillows, the darkness of your mind surrounding you.

You would have thought yourself dead, the golden aura that surrounded you within a field of flowers and wheat would have made you believe it. Would have made you believe you were within a golden gate created by the gods above as they welcomed you as one of their own. The laugh made you sigh as you tried to figure out whether you should laugh at your naivete or to cry at it. But then you saw him, Mirio standing nearby as he glanced around - wondering where he was and why he was there.

“Togata!” You called out to him, not bothering to wait until he acknowledged you before running towards him; throwing yourself onto him.

He caught you with ease, a small laugh escaping him as he twirled the both of you around; unable to contain the happiness he felt at that moment. Stopping only briefly to have his lips fall onto yours.

“Have I longed these many nights to feel your lips on mine, my darling. Please, allow me another?”

I hope this was what you were hoping for traveler. I wish I could give you more to help satiate your breaking heart until your love can return home; but alas I can only create so much. May this dream of yours stay a sweet memory to fill you completely as time passes on. It will not be for much longer before they arrive back to you, arms open wide.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion? (closed)

#sweet traveler i hope this is what you needed #may you enjoy your dreams and may they be sweet #and that is all my darling dears #the last potion myself and my cart with bring to you #for a little while at least #though if you should ever need me #i will always find a way to you #in ways unexpected #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #🧩.moots #🧩.my sweet crème #mirio togata #mirio x reader #mirio x female reader #mirio drabble

[patchworkpuzzle]

Hi Patchy! I hope you are doing well! Could I have a potion with Shouto where he comforts me even though I try to push him away at first? 🥺💖

Oh traveler, one must always try to accept love whenever they are given it. Through my years I have noticed how rare, and scarcely to find, fondness and intimacy can be. So once found, you must told onto it tight - nurture it so it may last.

Though I do suppose it is not your fault. Your circumstances and the man that is with you make for a frigid environment, where warmth is hard to find. I bestow to you a potion to aid in gaining that tender warmth, a sense of homliness. A few drops and the allowment to give and receive that devotion will become yours.

And, there is enough there for two.

You did not marry Shouto Todoroki for love. 

In fact, one of the only reasons you even considered his proposal was due to the security it would provide you and your family. Money and property were hard to come by for you as a lower nobility, so any chance to improve your station and way of living was ideal. Not just for you, but for anyone in your situation.

Besides, your mother had told you that love would come later; and being young and naive, you believed her. You believed what she told you because deep down that is what you wanted most, and you trusted those whose hands held your life to not sell you off like some cattle. But when you stood next to him at the altar, feeling the frigid waves run off of him, you knew any chance of love would not come.

Especially that night, when you stood in the archway of his room dressed in only your underclothing, waiting to perform your duty - silently asking him to do the same - and consummate the marriage. He coldly turned you away, stating he had no desire to do it, as he walked you past you; that same cold coming off him and shooting down your spine as he left you there; left you to sleep in a giant cold bed all alone.

You never slept in the same room for a long time, it was only after a few months of marriage did he finally arrange for you both to sleep in the same chambers. You heard through rumors, spoken by jealous members in court, that Shouto was merely abided by the whims of his family; that is he could he would still sleep in a different wing of the castle. Those rumors were confirmed by you, though you would never tell anyone of them, when he slept on one of the sofas within the receiving chamber. And you certainly did not say a peep to him, or anyone, when he brought another bed in to put beside yours.

It was well into your marriage before even a normal conversion was shared between the pair of you; even then you would hesitate to call it such. For those conversations were, in their entirety, you doing your best to make a connection. To ask about his work and try to gain insight into his mind and who he is; you never really got far or leaned too much, for all his responses were simple, only a few words long at most.

The lack of connection, his lack of effort to try and amuse you whenever you tried to create one, and his cold demeanor towards you made you unwanted and lonely. The only few spots of joy you could find were within the gardens, befriending the kind gardeners that worked within and keeping company with them as they worked; sometimes they would give fulfill your small requests of new flowers in the areas you frequented most. And with the maid. A few you had befriended, as they were the ones to give you your meals and tea throughout the day, asking them to take a break and enjoy the extra food that was always left behind; that was reserved for your absent husband.

They were small joys, small comforts, that helped you get through every long day that was before you. Helped you get to slumber whenever your thoughts ran rapid in your mind, refusing to let you slip into the blissful state, and helped you wake up even when you thought there was no point. But the fact still remained, no matter how much warmth these small joys and people gave you, it would not be enough.

You could never find comfort in these icy walls.

Though, you had to try. No one would allow a separation, least of all a divorce, for the Todoroki family was nothing but proud and would not allow such a scandalous event to take place; to let something so frowned upon in such high society occur. Therefore you regaled yourself to try. To try and speak to him when you could, to get to know him, to feel something worthwhile.

It seemed to be fruitless, of no use. All those efforts resulting in nothing more than speaking aloud to yourself. That was, until the first anniversary of your marriage. A grand feast and banquet was held, celebrating such a joyous event and accomplishment. Such grand delicacies of food and drink to lavish all those in attendance, especially to the pair of you.  You both indulged, how could you not? Though it could be said a little too much. But that indulgence, that slip of proprietary and need to be proper, let him finally speak his mind. To speak to you and let you in, just a little bit.

Shouto, in an inebriated ramble, let you know how similar of a situation he was in compared to you. Burdened by the pressures of his family to bring forth heirs to ensure the bloodline would remain, and to remain on top with immense wealth and power. He married you because he figured you would understand his plight the most. And refused to lay in the same bed as you, to consummate the marriage like they all wanted him to, for he did not want to burden you in such a way.

It was the first time you felt a semblance of warmth coming from him.

From that moment on, things seemed to go a bit better. Tensions were not so hostile, not so bitterly inhospitable, to the point where you could enjoy being in the same room together for long periods of time; just enjoying each other's quiet company. But those feelings of being unloved, of never knowing what it felt like to be held at night, to be missed when gone for days on end, to have someone smile simply because it was you, still lingered and ate you up. You still could never find true comfort in him.

To the point where you could not help but break down one evening, near the dawning of your second year being married to him, clinging desperately to yourself as tears stained your face and clothing. He tried to hold you, to comfort you, when he finally found you; but his arms felt like a cage, trapping you in agony, and you pushed him away - not that you truly wanted to.

You escaped shortly after to a marketplace a kingdom over, to clear your head and free yourself of the unease and burden, if only for a little while. You met a potion peddler, selling their wares in a small cart away from everyone else. The allure of her calling made you approach her, and she claimed she could help with your broken heart and showcase that he was not coldhearted.

A sense of homeliness, that is what she gave; with the advice that the both of you take it together.

When you finally returned home, trying your best to ignore all the preparations for another marriage celebration, you figured you would give it a chance. There would never be an opportune moment and you did not if you could bare the stifling air that surrounded you another moment. You slipped the clear liquid into the pot of tea brought to you for the evening.

The night seemed to go as usual, the routine was still a sound structure as Shouto moved about as he always did, and you did not feel any different; no tingling or burning or lightheadedness. You couldn’t help but sigh, figuring the peddler had tricked you into purchasing a pretty bottle filled with water. However, you were proven wrong when you felt the cushion beside you dip and a hand to pull your head up

“What is wrong, my wife?” Shouto asked, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone as if he had done it many a time before.

“I thought something was wrong, but evidently everything seems to be working as normal.” You clarified before turning your eyes downcast “However, I cannot say this is in your normal behavior.”

“I cannot say it is either,” Shouto agreed, gently coaxing you closer to him “I do not know what is compelling me to act in such a way. But I cannot say I seem to mind it.”

You gave him a small smile, the best you could at that moment, as the hands in your lap began to wring; twisting your fingers together and then apart as you tried not to meet his eye; still too nervous around him. It was difficult, however, to do as he kept peering to look upon you.

“Your eyes look so sad” Shouto finally mumbled, breaking the fragile silence “It pains me to know it is because of me. It was never my intention to treat you so, however, I must take responsibility for my lack of care towards you to make them look that way.”

“They’re not always sad.” You tried to laugh, trying your best to move on for you were not used to him speaking so often or his comfort, though you found yourself leaning into him more and more; the potion’s doing. “They were quite happy when the tea was brought in.”

“Yes, they were.” He chuckled, a smile appearing for the first time upon his face in ages “And when the hydrangeas were in bloom, the new pond was placed in the gardens, and when they served your favourite breakfast this morning. I noticed it always.”

“Y-you have?”

“Yes. In all honesty, despite my best efforts, I have grown very fond of you.”

His voice was breathless as he spoke those words, forehead pressing against yours as his hands cupped your face; allowing you to let go and put all your weight onto him, your chests touching as you clung to his arms.

“I would love to see those eyes turn warm once again, to be filled with the happiness they once knew. From them to look upon me like that, for it is how I look upon you.”

Though I wish to live in moments like this, it does warm my heart to see potions of mine help create such wonderfully tender moments. Though, a warning, you both will find it difficult to keep your emotions in check - mainly those of sadness and longing - so the best course would be to communicate through separate walls. Though it will feel like miles away at the moment, it will help ease when the potion finally wears off, to allow you to return to a new sense of normalcy more easily.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion? (closed)

#i do hope you like this my tender traveler #for i enjoyed making this for you #perhaps a little too much #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #shouto todoroki #todoroki drabbles #shouto x reader

[patchworkpuzzle]

Hi Patchy! Such a cute event c:

Can I have a potion with Overhaul from mha?

If you’re uncomfortable with him, you can do Aizawa instead 💜

I appreciate you! ✨

Traveler, I welcome to my cart and to take all the time you need to browse my wares. Though, if you will allow me to help you decide on what you truly need I can. It’s quite simple really, you want the love of a man who cannot find himself to trust your intentions, is that correct? Perhaps due to lack of trust he has experienced in his past.

So to you, I offer the essence of purity, not because I feel you need to become untouched or untainted by what life has given you. Oh no, not at all. Besides, this potion will not change those things regardless. I give this to you so that whoever may take it will see whether the heart and intentions of those they see are pure. I also suggest not many be in the room while this potion is in effect.

We wouldn’t want a squabble now would we?

Reserved. That is what you thought was the best descriptor of the man you worked for.  Never dismissive or cruel, just cold and held back from sharing his emotions with you.

You figured it was due to years in this field. As a doctor, and a well received one at that, you would have more then enough bad days to toughen up your skin; whether it be at work or within your personal life. To build this cold barrier as to keep yourself from getting too invested in another person so when the inevitability of them leaving would never hurt as much.

That is what you deduced over the years you spent working alongside him. Faithful nurse to help aide him in healing the wounds and ailments of the crown and people at court. Most days were easy, a simple cough or cold diagnosis, in which you gave the affected person some medicine and asked they rest for a few days before sending them off. Other days were stressful, and left the pair of you with little sleep, as you work tirelessly to help heal all the injured knights that can back from battle.

No matter the circumstances, you stayed by his side and worked dutifully.

You figured with the proximity, and hours spent together within the ward, the job provided that you would be somewhat close to the doctor; that a sense or familiarity and a bond would form between you both, a budding friendship or romance to appear in some fashion. But Dr. Chisaki remaid ever a mystery to you, even after all this time.

You pined after him, not surprisingly to you or the other nurses that took residency within the small hospital. Watching him everyday, finding small things about him that was truly unique to him; what he liked, what he didn’t, the way he wrote while in a hurry or not, how he drank coffee in the morning but tea at night, all of it was taken note by you.

And yet, you always felt a little sadden by him. Not because he seemed to ignore you or your presence, though that did not help, but he always seemed lonely to you; as par the course this profesion lead. However most still had family or friends to spend their sparse free time with, you yourself had a few people to enjoy small moment life with. And yet, whenever you ask him, his plans seemed only to be to go to his home alone and stay in the darken silence. 

No family, no friends, no lover. It made you almost pity the doctor, even after he cold responded to you his reasonings - that his joy and pride comes from his work - your heart still pang in sadness over it all.

He hated that look too. Chisaki never liked seeing the sorrow that painted itself within your eyes. But that was all the more reason to distance himself from you. He had his heart broken a long time ago, his love unfaithful, and he never wanted to go through that kind of pain again; never wanted to get to close to anyone.

But try as he might, he always wanted to be near you. 

And no matter how cold and cruel he seemed to be towards you, his malice trying in vain for to see him as monstrous, he would always find you the next day dutifully preparing his patients for him; a small kind smile upon your lips. He pined for you, just as much as you pined for him. But past hurt made him untrustworthy of the kindness of others, even if he so desperately wanted to be help within its sweet embrace.

You wanted him to trust you, to allow the both of you to be love and be loved in return. You jumped at the chance when you saw a potion peddler in the market place, mind too preoccupied by the possibilities the wares would bring to you to ever be wary of the mysterious witch. You were thankful of the potion she gave you, the essence of purity that will allow the user to see the true intentions of the people around them. You only issue was getting him to unwittingly drink it and not lie to him about it; to keep yourself pure for him to see.

It was a task that set your nerves alight, that made you lose you sleep as your mind went over every possibility it could think of; some were positive, most were not. But you knew you had to try, and your heart hurt to terribly to allow you to postpone it further when you knew of the upcoming nuptials the townsfolk would be undertaking as the spring buds started appearing.

You had to do it in his coffee you concluded on your walk to the ward, for the stronger taste would hide that of the potion’s. And in the early morning it was just you two, to quietly prep for the day in silence, in each others soft and quiet company. You thought that would be the ideal time as well, less people around would cause less stress and hardship upon him. 

His presence startled you as you prepared his beverage, as you normally did, too caught up in your act to listen out for his approaching footsteps. His call to you made you jump, nearly causing the whole beverage cart to tip over - and more importantly for your potion to wasted and the bottle to be noticed.

“Why so jumpy?” Chisaki’s cool voice could barely be heard of the blood rushing to your ears and face.

“N-no reason really, just lost in thought I suppose” You sheepishly replied keeping your head tucked down “I will start the morning rounds, getting the appropriate papers.”

You scurried away on light feet, your embarrassment taking charge for a moment as you did your best to compose yourself. You didn’t run far off, just to the next room to grab papers that would not be helpful, but you needed to stay close. And to allow yourself an excuse so you may interact with him.

You took a deep breath, straightening your clothes and smoothing out invisible wrinkles, shuffling the papers to be better carried in your one hand before walking back into the small room you left him in.

“Dr. Chisaki, these papers are on patients already discharged. Where are the ones for those we currently have?” You asked, voice dying off as you looked at him; his eyes were puffy and red, with tears threatening to fall from them “a-are you alright, sir?”

“Perfectly fine…” He muttered out, turning his head so the tears he was blinking from his eyes would not be seen by you “Let me see those.”

You handed out the parchements to him, but couldn’t help but worry over his state. Perhaps this was too much, that this was not the solution you should have gone with. Your mind could not stop itself from racing of ways to fix his current plight as you gazed at him.

“You’re glowing.” He finally muttered after a moment of deadly silence “You’re the only one that is glowing.” “Sir, I am not sure I follow.” You responded, taking this chance to step towards him.

“You… you glow. I do not know why but you glow.” Chisaki finally turned towards you, eyes still filled with tears but they held a softness you had never seen before “And it makes me happy. You make me happy.”

Chisaki close the small gap between the pair of you, his arm wrapping around your waist and a hand moving up to cradle your face; to keep your eyes locked with his. He allowed his tears to fall freely now, they looked almost golden as they cascaded down his cheeks. You would have marveled at it had you not been so enraptured by his confession.

“Y-you make me happy to.” You confessed, your own tears starting to swell in your eyes “My heart has longed for you for so long now.”

He shushed you, forehead coming to rest upon yours, and allowing you both the bask in eachother embrace; to fill your lungs with the other scent and to enjoy the sweet and quiet warmth.

“Then let us both make each other happy, and loved. Now and forevermore.”

Love truly is the strongest form of purity, I do hope it stays with you for many lifetimes to come, dear traveler. Though please, make sure that new partner of yours keeps away from direct sunlight for a day or two; his eyes will certainly not be too fond of it. I would hate for any temparary blindnes to bestowed upon him.

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[patchworkpuzzle]

patchy!! 💝 i'm so happy i found you, i'm in desperate need of a potion—but i might be a tough customer....you see, whenever i'm in the same room as hawks, i'm running the other direction with my heart in my throat before he even has a chance to say hi. do you by some miracle have a potion that can help me? 🥺

My dear traveler, no customer or their situation will ever be too tough or difficult for this peddler. I have solutions for all problems and people; you yourself will never be an exception. 

For I do have a potion for you, to halt to cowardice that forms within your heart when you gaze upon him. The blood of a lion. Of course it will not taste like blood, I would never allow a customer to go through such an ordeal, but it will allow you a brief chance to gain the audacious nature needed to strike up a conversation.

Act quickly though, for it will be gone before you know it.

A simple life is what you lead. You worked for a living to earn you bread and to keep your house warm during the cold nights that fell. And what you did for a living you would never complain about, for it was never boring nor dull, it always lead to interesting nights and stories to tell.

You were a barmaid at the most popular tavern within the cities stone walls. It was the closest to not only the castle, to supply the lords and ladies within a drink of their favourite ale, but the barracks as well. And often, most nights if anyone was to be honest, knights would come to wet their lips and enjoy what little time they have at home before they are shipped off to another quest for weeks on end.

You were competent at your work, those that employed you never had a qualm with the service you provided nor your speed at doing so, you merely lacked the same level of confidence as those you worked with had. Not that you didn’t have any, oh no, more than enough. It was just when a group of handsome patrons came and ordered a round you found yourself lacking the same strong presence as your fellow waitresses.

It was why, after a short time in your employment, you decided to work behind the bar and service those lonely individuals that needed a drink to help them get through the rough week the were enduring. Not only did it save your nerves from dealing with groups of rowdy men, but it also gave you an easy escape should a hand be laid upon you in a brazen manner, with the bartender coming to your aid should things escalate too far.

Behind the counter you found protection, to your nerves and self, and due to that you thrived. Many found your company to be like a spot of sunshine on a rainy day. The enjoyed how you served them with ease, and your recommendations were always applauded. You served with a smile and a level of poise that no one could match.

That was, unless Keigo Takami was sitting at one of your stools.

One of the many knights that crowded the tavern most days, he was the only one to seemingly crumble your tenacity with but a small smile. He almost always sat along the darkened wood bar, never venturing with those he came in with most times as he preferred a semblance of repose before being shipped off; not finding the yelling, shoving, and overall rowdiness as appealing as the others did.

You had only interacted with him once, the first time he came in for a drink before having to be shipped off to assist in the safe journey of traveling royals across hostile lands. You came to comfort, as the sullen look upon his face proved to you his inner turmoil. He was kind to you, charming and sweet in a manner no other knight had extended to you. And when he finally looked up upon you, gifting you a toothy grin, did you realize how handsome he was. Your heart leapt into your throat and you found yourself scurrying away to serve another patron before he could properly say his thanks.

Ever since then you found yourself unable to serve him. Whenever you would see the familiar golden head of hair amongst the sea of strangers you would turn on your heel to head to the back rooms, trying in vain to regain your breath and steady your heart. It never helped that any time he choose to sit at the bar, he always requested your services. A part of you knowing that it was your kindness he desired to help ease his own worries, though another part of saw it as him being cruel; that he found your skittish nature to be amusing.

It took great effort to serve him, but you did so all the same. It was your job after all to serve those that wished for a drink to quench their dry throats and bitter souls, he could not be made an exception; no matter how he made you feel. Whenever he would call you over, to bring him a drink or to refill his mug, you would always serve him as quickly as you could. Your head downcast, never making eye contact, as you quietly got him whatever he required before scurrying off. It was not that did not want to talk to him. You truly wanted to, for he seemed to be someone who could captivate with the stories of his passed adventures, you just lacked the nerve to be within his presence. To look upon him without a knot forming within your stomach or to have worry over whether what you said was utter nonsense. 

“A nervous one aren’t you?” The woman before you muttered, as she moved her glass for you to refill it “Does that man truly have such an effect on you?”

“I-I know not what you mean.” You stammered, doing your best to put up a from of nonchalance as you filled her quiet request; but the looked the woman gave you proved it was not working.

“Confidence is what you lack, at least with him. Too caught in your mind over not being a fool when interacting with him, hm?”

“You managed to gain all that… From but a few glances?” You sighed out, shoulders slumping as you watched the woman shoot you a mirthful smile before taking a drink.

“I have somewhat of a gift when it comes to the perceptions of others emotions. I have made my living off of it.”

“How, by exploiting them?” You grinned teasingly, the atmosphere around the pair of you becoming more friendly

“By helping them, thank you kindly” She matched your grin before taking the last swing of her drink “I can help you too, if you do desire it. Though judging by the glances you throw his way, I can assume you’ll take my assistance.”

“Oh come off it, its not that obvious!” You rolled your eyes, shoulders going tense “Is it…?”

“Blood of a Lion.” She cut you off, pulling a small golden vial of amber liquid from her cloak “Not real blood, just a name of course. It should help cease the qualms clouding your mind.”

You tentatively took the small vial into your grasp, fingertips smoothing over the small details on it, as your mind thought over all she said; over what possibilities would transpire if you were to take it.

“It will not hurt, if that it what worries you. You will feel strange as the potions effect takes hold of you, but not for very long.” She reassured.

“How much?” You mumbled, eyes still gazing at downcast at the enticing amber liquid “How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing. A drink for a drink.”

You watched as she gave you a wink, pushing her empty glass towards you as she stood from her stool; giving one last nod before she left the tavern, wandering off to unknown places you could only hope to imagine. Her nod, and the call of your name from Keigo being more than enough encouragement to persuade you to take it. Scurrying to the back for a brief moment to take a deep breath, and to down the contents of the golden vial. 

The woman was right, you did not feel pain; merely a strange sensation that gilded over your skin. A sensation that made your body feel electric and for a sense of ease to wash over you, all your worries being pushed away.

It caused a sigh of relief to fall from your lips when you thought of the handsome knight and not feel your heart beat to such a degree that you worry it would stop. Instead, the thought of the blonde knight made a smirk of your own form on your lips as you thought of what drink to serve him.

Keigo smiled when a new drink was gently placed before him, instead of the usual pitcher of ale you used to refill his mug. Gazing up at you he was pleasantly surprised to see your own bright eyes staring back at him, no longer hiding them or your pretty face from him, as you nudged the drink closer.

“You’ll like it, I promise.” You smiled, forearms resting upon the wooden counter “Has quite the bite to it.”

“Well it’s about time cutie, was wondering if there was something wrong with me.”

While I was able to help you strike up a conversation with him, I cannot do much for you now. The teasing he surely will bestow upon you is simply something you will have to find the courage to endure on your own. As is the way of the game. Best of luck to you, and try and keep your heart beat as low as possible for the next day or two; wouldn’t want you fainting after all.

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[patchworkpuzzle]

patchy my love !!! my favourite potion seller~

do you have anything that would a certain bird man fall for me ?? bc that is truly what I want the most 💜

Hello traveler, you seem quite intimidating at first I will not lie. But after a moment of hearing you speak, seeing the look in your eye, I can tell you are the exact opposite; rather you are sweet and utterly soft to your core.

That softness is needed to gain those affections of a certain a man, though I suppose becoming that way must be difficult for you. Therefore I bestow to you a touch of pliability. It will not make you physically softer, but it will allows those stone walls you created to crumble just enough to let the one you desire see that loving, vulnerable, sweetness you have to give.

If, however, you are brave enough to give it.

Doing a knight’s duty was never easy.

At least you always found it so. Perhaps it was because of your physic, or maybe the way you held yourself, whatever the reason may have been you have always been undermined and underestimated by those who were supposed to be your brethren. Always treated like an outsider,like you were never meant to don the armour.

But you would be damned to you let anyone stop you. To allow you from wanting and reaching your goal of becoming a knight of your king’s round tablet; to captain his men whenever he required you to.

The amount of effort that it took you to reach that potion, and then to maintain it, was payed with a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. Many scarfices you had to make in order for you to be respected; and many more to keep yourself wanting to stay in the corps. Many hours of sleep, friends, and relationships lost to gain your goal.

Naturally, it caused you to have thick skin; one that made it difficult for anyone to want to be around you or be friendly, you were too much of an intimidating presence. You had a tough exterior that no one was able to crack.

That was, until a new captain joined you and the others at kings table. Keigo Takami, the kings hawk in the night sky, was the complete opposite of you. Always joking, playing around, and often times slacking on missions he was sent out with you. Even after all those years in the corps, all the trials and trama you all went through, his easygoing nature never faltered.

At first it annoyed you, made you furious that we would take this job and act so nonchalant about it when you yourself had to work ten times as hard. That he seemed to have little respect for the service itself, and to the people like you would worked diligently within it. However, over time, you grew quite fond of it all; about him. Over time you saw the efforts he put in, and understood that the way he acted was to humble himself; to keep himself from wallowing in despair. 

Slowly you started to respect him, to allow him to accompany you on missions without a fuss. It caused a partnership to form, one that was strong and allowed for amazing feats to be performed. And with all that time spent together, the long days away from the world for months at a time, caused a close a friendship to blossom. One were truths were spoken in hushed tones over the smoke of fire, and laughter could be heard over rivers and waterfalls, and one where silence was comfortable while climbing rock and terrain.

And, naturally, your heart couldn’t help but long for more. Never had you been so close to another person, and had it felt the way your felt around him. With your heart fluttering and nerves going alight with the simplest of touches. The other friendships you had formed within the core never caused you sleepless nights as your mind tried to comprehend the actions the other did towards you that day. Not did it it leave you nervous, wondering if it would be okay to let them in, to be so vulnerable in such ways with them, and for them to want you that way.

It caused you to accept a potion, one from a peddler that had a tiny cart within the market place. You went to ignore her, not bothering with the trinkets a witch would have to sell, as you carried on gathering your supplies but her cool voice made you pause when he commented on your troubled heart. You found yourself compelled to take the small bottle from her outstretched had when you tuned back her way.

And now here you sat, deep within a cold forest, with the man who was causing your heart to be in its troubled state. Hand clutching the potion in a tight fist as your mind ran wild with thoughts of what might come if you were to take it. The witch said it would cause your stne exterior to crumble and you worried if Keigo would hate it. But she also said those worrying thoughts would go away, and if all went well, there would be no need for those stone walls. 

The stories you were sharing by campfire as you both enjoyed some of the pervisions you obtained in a village nearby was proving to be no better time then to allow your heart to known to him. Especially as you watched him tell stories of old so passionately,

You slipped the clear liquid within your bottle, swigging the remained of it all quickly before your resolved melted away. It burned slightly as it went down, feeling like lead once it reached your stomach, but it was nothing you were not used to already. But only after a moment did your head start to feel light, almost dizzy. It made you grab hold onto the old tree stup you were using as a chair i a firm girp, worried you would fall over.

You did not have long to question if taking it was a good idea after all when your head started to clear; the dizziness gone. Now your mind gained a clarity you had never experienced before, one that melted away not only your worries about Keigo but of your life itself. 

“Look at the stars,” You sighed out, your voice light as you smiled towards the crystalline objects above you “I’ve never seen them so bright.”

“That’s because you never look up” Keigo laughed, his head follow suit to gaze at the world above “But they do look pretty. You can see so many of the constellations being out here.” “Which one’s do you see?” You asked, gaze now upon him.

“Well come over here and I’ll show you.”

Normally you would have scoffed at the request, nerves getting the better of you as you tuned away from him to hide your heated cheeks. But now, with the potions aide, you moved yourself to sit in the tall grass next to him, allowing yourself to fall under not only the potions spell but his own as he pointed out to you what was within the inky sky.

You listen for what felt like hours, and it felt so heavenly. To be within his presence in moments like this made you truly long for another, and another, until you life was filled with them. And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t help but realize that you did love him; and that now was the perfect time to let him know that.

You cleared your throat when he finished talking about the last set of stars, shifting in your spot to gain more comfort. You felt his eyes land on yours but you could not find the strength to look at him.

“I have something I need to tell you.” You muttered, a deep exhale following.

“Oh, you’re acting so serious, I guess it must be important~” Keigo teased, nudging your shoulder with his to help ease your nerves; you could feel his smile upon you when you gave a breathless laugh

“I’m always serious.” Your finally met his, a surge of courage running through you “And I am serious about you. I cannot deny my heart any longer for it no longer sees you as a friend. It longs more for that.”

Though the potion allowed you the courage to speak your mind unclouded by nervousness, it did not stop your from still looking away from his gaze as you moved slightly away - that your fear of rejection was stronger than that of the potion

“I can understand if you do not see me in that light; I just could no longer live without teling you of my true feelings.”

You felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, before the thought of getting up and leaving could cross your mind, as he pulled you closer; keeping you snug and warm against his side. The feeling of his lips against your forehead made you finally look back up at him; to see the brilliant smile on his face.

“About time you finally confessed your love for me. Was getting worried it was all one sided”

I do hope you found some semblance of peace and security after letting your walls down so abruptly. I do think your partner has some appreciation for it though, so maybe that is the peace you will find. Oh, and please keep sone tissues at hand. Your eyes will unexpectedly tear up quite often for the next day or two.

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[patchworkpuzzle]

Miss Patchy, oh noble potion peddler, my heart has been captured by Denki Kaminari. Please, do you have a potion to make him notice me?

Sweet traveler, I find it strange one as lovely as you seems to think they would be forgotten or unnoticed by those who have captured your heart. Perhaps it is the nature of their work to be surrounded by people, and you in turn just want a moment in their spotlight. 

Drops of Sunlight would the potion I recommend to you. A shake of this small vial will cause the golden liquid to turn as bright as the sun itself, perfect to gain the attentions of your heart.

But unlike most potions, where you ingest the contents in some form, this works best if left on the skin. Drinking sunlight is never a good idea. But if you do as I say, your beauty will be so radiant it will shine far brighter than those around you.

If you so choose to do as I say.

Ink on a paper, alongside the scribbles of your quill, that was the only sound that could hear from within your little sanctum. Only briefly would your sighs or murmured words break that silence as you furiously tried to finish the written piece you were currently working on; to the point where your mug of tea had gone cold.

Your short stories do not themselves after all. That was what you kept muttering to yourself as you huddled yourself away from the world; your deadline ever looming closer. And really, what better time could you write than this? Not only was the spring air, with your hawthorn buds and baby’s breath in bloom in your small garden before you, but the sun was finally shining brightly overhead.

And, well, your muse was back.

A faithful knight to the crown, Kaminari Denki had been a part of this court for almost as long as you had. Though your roles meant you could never truly get to spend much time in the presence of the other; he often was away for weeks at a time doing whatever adventure was needed of him and his fellow brethren.

And you were a lady, meant only to stay within the stone walls covered in ivy, with your words your only sense of comfort and adventure you could ever hope to find and achieve. You were grateful that you were able to change to allow your writing to be published, to begin with, and for your tales to be as successful as they were, though you always longed for the scenarios your write to become true.

Especially when it came to romance. The scenarios you wrote always made so many fawn and sigh in delight over the declarations and acts of love you so passionately wrote about; praising you for how realistic the emotions were. But really, you had Kaminari to thank for such praises. His charm and humor made you swoon, and the smile he gave to others - both playful and sweet - made your heart fall for him; unable to even try to stop it. 

You could remember the first time he gave you one of the soft and sweet smiles when you managed to capture his attention by opening your sanctum’s large window into the tiny garden your home resided by. You could remember the way your heart fluttered when a small wave accompanied that marvelous smile; and then how it nearly stopped beating when he walked over to give you a ‘hello’.

You longed for another interaction like that, to have the chance to speak to him again. But every time you went to open your window to gain his attention once more, a woman’s giggle would reach your ears. You would watch him walk across the stone pathway with a woman or two would be at his side; they would be clinging to him as they walked, never once looking in the direction of your sanctum. Thus causing you to let go of your window’s latch and watch, wishing you could have the same opportunity.

To be able to be seen by him again.

You suppose your desperation to have that moment again was why you went and got that potion, the one that seem to sit so heavy around your neck, from that peddler that appear out of nowhere. You were willing to throw caution in the wind, like many a heroine in your stories, to get rid of your apparent cure of invisibility.

And now today would be the most perfect time to use it. Kaminari was, after all, lounging in the garden and strumming his lute as he was so oft to do whenever he came back from a long journey; hours on end if you were lucky enough. 

You just needed the strength to finally pull yourself away from your quill and ink, to stop over rationalizing the excuse of a deadline, and take the plunge. Not only would this give you a chance of a romantic scenario you so often wrote about, but it could also give you further inspiration to write more of them.

With a deep breath, you pulled at the golden chain that sat around your neck, fishing out the potion that lay underneath your dress. You turned away from your window, not wanting to possibly watch what you were about to do. You took a deep sigh as you gaze at the golden liquid in the small canister, hoping it would do as the witch told you it would. 

You swallowed, and vigorously shook your hand to activate the drops of sunlight like you were instructed to do; having to briefly shield your eyes from the blinding light it produced once you did so. Once it was more tolerable you carefully squeezed the rubber head of the dropper and carefully untwisted it from the canister; allowing you a few drops to place on your skin. 

You rubbed it briefly between your fingertips before dabbing it lightly over your cheekbones, allowing the gentle warmth to fill your face; feeling the glow it left behind. You smiled, the radiant feeling of beauty you could feel in your entire being. It gave you the confidence to finally open your window and gain the knight of your affection’s attention.

You had to try and hide your smile when you saw that it worked, that Kaminari’s head tilted in your direction in curiosity; having his fingers cease their beautiful strumming. You had to act natural, and sit yourself back down in your plush chair, as you saw him cast aside his instrument to stand and walk toward you.

It did not take him long to finally reach your window, his long legs made quick work of it all, as he tapped your window politely to gain your attention with that same sweet smile you had long to see once again.

“Hello m’lady. Enjoying the wonderful weather as well?” Kaminari inquired, leaning himself again on your window sill.

“O-oh yes!” You agreed, fiddling with your quill out of nervousness “The spring has certainly been kind to us this year.”

“Yes, I agree” Kaminari nodded his eyes moving to scan the gardens before they landed on you once more, head tilting in slight confusion  “I apologize, I hope I don’t come across as rude, but you look a little different.”

You do your best to feign confusion at his statement, trying not to let that mirthful smile to appear once more on your face as your giddiness buzzed throughout your body. You mimic his head tilted, blinking wide eyes up at him.

“Different, you say? May I ask you how?” 

“I’m not sure…” He mumbled out, eyes scanning your face to find some clue “Just different somehow…”

Before you could respond back in kind, to try and make a witty rebuttal over his choice of words, he surprised you with the brush of his fingertips against your cheek; bruising aside a few strands of hair that lay there; taking a moment run this thumb over your cheekbone. 

“I guess I’ve been gone too long, because your pretty face just seems to shine brighter than normal.”

It appears you did not need my potion after all…. strange. You may still keep it, I am true to my word, and perhaps it may be able to help you in other ways in the future. Maybe even for creativity purposes. Oh, and another word of advice, use rose water to wash those drops of sun away; it will lead to less irritation on your skin.

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[patchworkpuzzle]

Hi Patchy, your potions event is amazing, I love the thought you've put behind it! Could I please request a potion? I've been having Atsumu thoughts lately, and would love to get one pertaining to him if I may. Thank you!

Kind traveler, I think it is very sweet the courteous words you speak over my little shop; even more so that would come to me for a potion that will aid you in your journey. Though I suppose not many peddlers are nearby, so your choices were limited, I do find it humbling all the same.

As for your plight, if you wish to call it that, I see the person of your desires is rather a provocative person. He seems to find great joy in giving rise in people, most times with almost cruel comments. With you it is in making you get all nervous and shy around him, to tease you to the point of embarassement.

Perchance a kiss of amorous will allow you the chance to do the same?

You were a simple seller of all things made of yarn; a maker of blankets and soft toys, most often, for the people children within your village Crochet was your passion and you loved nothing more than the steady rhythm of hooking yarn together to create an adorable and cozy masterpiece. So much so, that sometimes you would extend your mastery to other projects, making doilies, cloth napkins, and tablecloths for those that requested it; for a price, of course.

One such customer, that often used your mastery for many cloth-like items, was the local baker Osamu. He would use your creations to decorate his shop to look more inviting for any patron that would step foot inside; or to decorate in the spirit of whatever holiday would be coming up. Whatever the new reason would be, he always paid you well enough. And you always provided a good enough service to have him ask time and time again for your assistance.

Osamu was nice and sweet enough, though quiet most of the time. Always curt but polite so as not to waste your time or day further on anything trivial. His brother, Atsumu, however, was not. 

You had the pleasure of meeting Atsumu a handful of times as you dropped your wares off. More often than not your paths crossed due to him being home from his knightly duties, and wanting to enjoy some of his brother's freshly baked goods for free; as when he would talk to you, his hand and mouth would be full of a pastry of some sort, as he leaned down to speak more on your level.

He always made you flustered, teasing you in some fashion. Often times it was your height, how you tended to struggle when helping to set up the oak tables with your freshly made tablecloths. Or about how you dressed, the clothing you wore always having a colour patch or two made by you. Or, even sometimes, on how you looked - with your hair being in slight disarray, or eyes having dark circles under them as you stayed up all night to complete his brother's order. 

Not all of it was bad though. Every now and then Atsumu would slip a small compliment or two your way. It always caught you off guard and made you want to hide away within your clothes as you tried to act unbothered by it. 

Whatever the case was, teasing or sweet, it oft-made you unable to speak properly; with your entire being so riled up by his mere words it was unable to form, or convey, their own.  Many a time you found yourself wishing you could do the same back, to do on to him as he did to you. To have him a taste of his own medicine, and for you to relish in seeing a blush form on his face.

You think, if it were to happen, to be cute.

You suppose, over the period of time you have been working alongside Osamu, a small pash had formed over his more fair-haired brother. Many a time you thought over how it came to be, why on earth your heart grew fond of the cocky, self-assured, man. But you could not deny that it had, it would be foolish to do so, and you were far from a fool. And you supposed that was the reason you felt inclined to see that handsome, confident, get a little shy from your words.

Maybe, just maybe, it would possibly lead to something more than childish teasing. It could, perhaps, be the catalyst that would lead to a more romantic relationship. And if your heart was anything to go by, it liked the sound of it.

So, when the time came to buy more supplies for your small business, you seized an opportunity. At the marketplace stall, where you bought your array of colourful yarn, you met a peddler that was selling potions in their small cart. Well, not selling them, in fact, they were giving them away. She offered to you, when prompted, in her outstretched hand a potion the colour of peaches; claiming to you it would solve the muddles mess within your heart.

A kiss of amorous, a name so alluring that you could not help but take the potion from her to examine more closely. Admiring the silver details on the bottle as you listened to her, your ears hanging on every word she said as she explained what it would do. She claimed it would allow you to showcase, with confidence, the same flirtatiousness as the man who caused you to be in this state. 

She gave a knowing smile as she sent you on your way, not bothering to listen when you tried to offer her a kindness in return; it almost put you on edge, as if the chaos of allowing people a glimpse of magic was enough payment in itself. The thought would have put you more on edge had all the possibilities surrounding Atsumu didn’t occupy them all.

For now, you had a plan, one that made you feel giddy as it pasted your thoughts as you worked. 

It took a long while, for the season to change from the older harsh winter into the blooming spring, but the change of the season meant a request for new linen for the bakery. The perfect opportunity to see if the peddler was true to her word. 

Packing up your basket, carefully and neatly as you always did, you made sure the potion laid securely atop of it all; just in case the loft many of your affections was to be there. If not, a plan was in place to give an excuse to visit again so shortly - with you leaving behind a decorative cloth. But you were sure, with the spring equinox on its way, that Atsumu would indeed be there.

Carefully peering into the shop's windows you spotted the familiar colour of hair, almost golden, as you walked down the cobblestoned path. Once spotted, you carefully set your basket down, to fetch the potion in question. Without hesitation, as you really had no time to think otherwise, you drank the heavily perfumed-smelling peachy liquid. Allowing you a moment's breath to let it set in before continuing on your way.

You entered the bakery, Osamu’s usually greeting to you put you more at ease as it was clear they had not noticed your odd display before arriving. Moving behind the counter to set your wares onto the large table at the back of the shop; away from prying eyes.

“I made sure to add lavender to all these, so they can better match and showcase the ube flavored goodies you are preparing.” You spoke, carefully spreading out the small doilies before you.

“I’ll be sure to pass the message along,” Atsumu chimed, his arm coming to cage you between the table “Not right away of course.”

For once his voice and his proximity did not make you nervous, in fact it seemed to fuel the newfound fire the potion had distilled into you as you rolled your eyes and continued doing your task.

“I wouldn’t trust you with it anyway, you tend to get your messages crossed.” You shrugged, turning your face to raise a knowing eyebrow at him.

“”H-hey now, where did all this come from?” Atsumu, nearly stumbling over his words, asked as he leaned slightly away from you.

“What? Am I not allowed to say my thoughts on you? Not allowed to express the frustrations you bring upon me?” 

You challenged, fully turning yourself to face him, a smirk forming on your lips in triumph as you watched his brows furrow perplexity and blood wash over his face. Though that confusion did not last, though his cheeks remained rosy, as his lips slowly started to mirror yours; a smug look you knew all too well, as he leaned back into you - the distance between the two of you almost none existent.

“So, finally expressing your passion for me, huh cutie?”

I cannot say I find great joy in seeing others squirm, it would go against my nature to want to help others. But I can say it is rather amusing to see such a giant fall over a few soft-spoken words. I hope this is what you were hoping for when you browsed my wares. Word of advice, if you want to get the most out of this newfound power hold, stay close by him for the next few hours before the potion wears off. And if you wish to further yourself from any embarrassment, stay away from him for a few days after - you will be a very overheated mess. 

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#i do hope you are able to keep that silver tongue #now that you are more comfortable around him #i feel he would do well with some verbal sparring #hope this was what you wanted dear traveler #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #atsumu drabble #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader

[patchworkpuzzle]

Patchyyyyy my dearest, most favorite potion seller 💕 I’m currently head over heels for Yuuji Terushima and could use all the help I can get to woo and seduce him hehe 🥰 tysm in advance my love!

Oh traveler, I do find it rather fun to help participate in such devious behaviours; oh course, within the realm of reason. Seduction potions are rather easy to make, though I will never spill the secrets as to how, I do wish to remain wanted; and it can help boost your charm to become irresistible to those that already adore you. To make secret love known.

An allurement potion, that is what I will give to you. For my statement, of secret love, remains true. Much like you, it seems he is oft nervous to let his feelings show; though I assume that is also due to lack of tenacity. If he smells this upon your hair or skin, he will be unable to resist you.

Oh, and please, make sure you are in privacy.

Food, in your opinion, was one of life’s best joys. It could lift the spirit of someone after a rough day and could brighten a celebration even further with its presence. It was a craft built solely on love, and you loved crafting it. It was a favourite pass-time of yours, a fun hobby to fill your hours, and you could reap a wonderful reward every single time; either with a delicious dish that made your soul sing with flavour, or with a lesson on what flavours to not match or technique to use instead. Either way, you enjoyed making meals and desserts that came forth in your mind in a fit of inspiration and sharing with those when you made too much.

You never saw it as work. But, over time, the people you would so generously offer your fare to would come to you and request more, golden coins in their hands as they requested more from you. It did not take long until most of the village, more and more people from even outside your town, started seeking your creations. Wanting to partake more in your meals and willingly offer you their riches in return.

And how could you say no? Many of those that came to you were kind, and just needed to fill their bellies before moving on with their days, so why would you not provide your service to them? Those people had sparked an idea in your mind, and with the need to provide for yourself - especially as you got older -  you decided to open a little eatery to make and provided food to whoever would stop by. 

Over time, you found the small home you served out of was not big enough, so you moved more into town; gone was a little one-room shop that was a mile outside of the hustle and bustle of town life, and in its place a giant home. One where you could have your own kitchen in the back, and have the huge front room be for those people to eat and look upon the desserts you had fashioned for their hungry bellies to buy. It even had space for you to live upstairs, to never have to worry about closing shop and leaving it alone every night. Your popularity grew, to no surprise. To the point, on rare occasions, you would do small acts of catering to those in your village getting married or celebrating a milestone.

You loved what you did. Never a complaint in your mind as you worked long days, even if on cold days the pastry bags you used froze your fingertips or the heat of the oven nearly boiled you alive on a summer afternoon. You enjoyed the entire creative process, making food for those who would come by in droves and being praised for it. 

Especially if that praise came from the local barber's son, Yūji Terushima.

A man looking to follow in his father’s footsteps, working hard every day to help keep shop. You remembered when you first met the handsome man, the day he first came to your little shop. It was on a hot summer's evening, one where the heat clung to your skin in the most uncomfortable of ways. You were about to close shop early for the day, no longer wanting to stay another moment near the warm stove or ovens, when he came by; looking for a cool beverage and something to feed his hungry belly after a long day's work. 

You pitied him, truly, but understood completely. You had worked up an appetite yourself, and could not blame him for doing the same elsewhere. You obliged, allowing him in and handing him what he asked for, getting a plate yourself to enjoy and you sat with him. He was ever grateful, praise falling from his lips as he made small talk over your surprised shared dinner; his gratitude made your heart flutter, and his promise to come back often made it soar. 

And Terushima kept true to that promise.

He usually came during the middle of the week, though the day always varied, his unpredictableness always shining forth in that manner. But what was predictable was he came to you for your comfort, in the form of a meal, to give him a much-needed little push to help him get through the rest of the days ahead; to give him that extra lift in his step. He was always smiling and giving great thanks to you, and at times a flirtatious wink, whenever you served him.

It made you feel special. And, over time, you were not surprised that this little bit of domesticity you shared with him made your heart leap and fall into the territories of love and pining. Every little touch of his hand as he accepted what you gave him, every word of praise he would bestow, words filled with amusement as he regaled stories of his past, all of it would fill you with a loving glow and made it seem like the ground beneath you was clouds after every visit. It was love, in any sense you knew it to be.

However, you knew of one drawback that always sent you back into reality; one that made your feet turn to lead and caused you to sink through that clouds of love you oft walked on. That, in order to be his wife, first a courtship had to form and thus you had to tell him your intentions; even if it was rather vulnerable and an embarrassing situation for one, yourself included, to be in.

But be his wife, you wanted to be. So, you tried to initiate a courtship with little gifts, small acts of service, that would showcase the love you grew for him but not in a way that would be too grand for you did not want him to become uncomfortable or be placed in a situation where he felt he could not say no. This was in a few ways, like giving him meals and even a nice dessert to take home and enjoy, all free of charge. To even stopped by at the beginning of every week to give him meals to have in the middle of the day, already prepared, for him to enjoy while he worked hard for his father.

But Terushima never caught on to your intentions, and it seemed it all would be hopeless.

You could not deny that you wanted him, and terribly so. No other man in your town, nor the ones nearby, held your affections - both innocent and not - the way he did. Though it seemed all your efforts were for naught, fruitless, and leaving you in a sore spot. Yet you were not one to give up so quickly, and so you began a quest to find a solution to your plight. You sought out a peddler, one that helped a woman gain the confidence to confess to the local baker of her love, thus allowing them to court and be merry. You figured they would help.

You managed to come across her cart by a stony riverbank in an almost forgotten part of the village. She sat and watched the water flow by, seemingly unaware of your presence; her clothes were old, and her cart seemed worn, which made you wary to press further.

“I suppose you know it is rude to stare.” She commented, head-turning slightly to the side to acknowledge you “So I suggest you speak up before I find you too rude to assist.”

“I-I apologize, I had not meant to…” You mumbled, clambering your way down to where she sat, still choosing to stand a few feet away less to cause her further ire “I simply was unsure if you were whom I was to seek.”

“I am always the one people seek.” She emended, standing herself to open her cart; the jingling of the bottles, proof of her wares, rang like a bell through the static air “Even if they do not know it yet.”

She gave you a wink, one that seemed eerily similar to that of Terushima, it caught you off guard, and the small inhaled gasp that you lent forth caused the peddler to smile. She tinkered with a few bottles, examining a few before settling one filled with a vivid pink, a colour that reminded you of candy floss.

“Allurement, that is what I shall give to you. A potion that will aid in you becoming irresistible to those that you wish for it. For if he was blind to your sweet confessions, perhaps one of more intimate desires would work better.” She smiled, her deft fingers clasping the bottle out for you to take.

You reached out, tentative and shaky your hand was as you kept your eyes downcast, for the look within witch’s eyes made you bashful; for somehow she could see right through you, knew exactly what you needed, without her needing to ask but one inquiry of who you were. You could not help but be wary, and that wariness caused her to pull the potion away, just as you were to reach it.

“Be more bold, or else this will not work.” She scolded, her eyes losing some of its mirth “And I have a feeling you want it to work.”

“Y-yes, I apologize. I shall be just that” You whispered, you hand quickly snatching your prize.

“Good. And do not drink it, it will do you no good but make your stomach upset.” She advised, closing her cart and hiding away all the intricate creations held within “I suggest placing it on your skin, or perhaps your hair if you prefer. But who am I to tell you what to do?”

With one last impish smile, she waved you off, silently sending you on your way back to where you belonged. You did not have the heart to question her further, nor did you want the possibility of her actually taking away your potion for good; so with a final nod on your own, you walked back up to the main road, carrying your potion home in a tightly clutched at your chest.

The day finally came, it was the middle of the week, and Terushima had made it known to you that he would be coming by for supper that night; as today was to be an exhausting one due to a royal event happening later on - with many of the men needing their hair groomed for the occasion - leaving you with a soft smile as you thanked him for his forthright message. Unable able to shake the giddiness within your being the whole day as you prepared to serve him that night.

You warmed the fruity pink liquid between your fingertips, gently placing it onto your neck, the remainder going into your hair as you awaited his arrival. Fiddling with the table setting once more to try and busy yourself further, for you had closed down the place to keep things private, per the peddler's advice, and needed to make it seem like you hadn’t been waiting on him for the past few hours.   

He arrived just as the sun was falling, apologizing if he made you wait long or kept you from closing so you could finally rest for the day due to him. You shook off his worries with a smile, going to your kitchen to grab two plates of the meal you had prepared, telling him to sit as usual.

“I will accept your apology if you allow me to eat with you.” You bargained, setting his plate before him, “For I had to hold off for you, you know.”

“I always love when you join me, so please sit! I have a funny story to tell you.” Terushima smiled, motioning for you to sit as he began his tale.

The dinner went as it always had, with him filling the silence with funny stories of what had happened to him that week, today in question being filled with many such amusements, as he relaxed into his chair; always finding a sense of calm around you. You sat next to him, close enough for him to smell the rather strong perfume from the potion you had placed upon yourself, but far enough away for it to look natural as you enjoyed your meal alongside him.

Finally, when the time came and the meal was done, no more excuses of dessert or tea offered to try and keep him there longer, he went to take his leave. A gracious thanks on his tongue and he went to stand. Instead of the fluid motion he always seemed to take, he wobbled; legs feeling like jelly as his head felt dizzy. 

“Terushima, goodness are you okay?” You asked, worry etched deep within your tone as you tucked yourself under his arm; supporting him as he tried to regain his balance.

He nodded, head still feeling fogging as he tried to blink it away. But as he tried t focus them once more, to gain back a sense of clarity, you noticed how dark they were becoming. A haze of desire ran through them as his pupils slowly started growing wider the longer they looked upon your form. 

“Y-you fairing well, Terushima?” Your throat bobbed as you tried to swallow, your dryness making it impossible for you could not ignore the tight grip he now had on your hips. 

“Feel more than fine, sweetheart. Cause now you’re here to help me with this problem I’ve been having.”

A devious mind, one we must share, in order to make such debauchery a reality. In small doses, and with willing participants, it can be good; in my mind at least. Though I suggest you take a hot bath, and rather soon. For only hot water can fully remove the potions and its effects. And, well, I do not think you want anyone else to smell it.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion? (closed)

#i did seem to get a tad carried away with this one as well.... #i suppose i just enjoy placing my interactions with my travelers a tad too much #anyway i hope you enjoy it andy #it was rather fun #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #🧩.moots #🧩.amazing adorable andy #hq terushima #terushima x reader #Terushima x female reader #terushima drabble

[patchworkpuzzle]

Omg Patchy this ask game is so fricking adorable and creative!!! You’re literally a genius <3

Can I pretty please get a potion for dealing with hinata shoyo?

Oh sweet traveler, you certainly flatter me with your kind words! I have never thought of myself as a genius, but I shall accept your praise seeing me as such. Now, onto your request at hand. It appears to me that the man you have set your sights on seems blind. Not to you, of course, but rather your intentions.

A hint of cognizance will help even the most clouded minds of obliviousness see with clarity. Just a drop or two mixed within a beverage or meal will not only hind the taste but will be enough to help this man see your advances just a little more clearly.

Merely a recommendation, from a so-called genius, of course.

You were always fond of needle and thread. The act of stitching together cloth with nothing but tiny pieces of thread was something you always found comfort in. It was perhaps why, when you were little, that you grew fond of the simple pass time your mother taught you to fill your evenings when it became much too dark outside to play.

What started as simple embroidery of people’s names soon turned into stitched creations of your favourite critters and landscapes, and before long you were creating your own clothing out of fabric you could purchase from marketplaces. A highly skilled and sought-after seamstress you became. 

So much so that even the crown itself wanted to utilize your skills; and who were you to say no to an opportunity of a lifetime? 

Though they never asked you to create lavish gowns, which you oft let you somewhat saddened, you were the only one lords and ladies would hire to make sure everything was in perfect place. You were the best at fixing small faults to the point where most of your days were booked with fitting after fitting. And only when you had the time, you would create dresses for you to flaunt to your clientele.

Another task that filled your days was the creation of clothing for the knights. Not only the creation of tailor-made clothing, from the most durable and strong fabrics, for them to wear underneath the steel protective armor; but their formal and festive attire for them to don during grad events and celebrations

It made sense really, you already had every single measurement of every single knight, why would they waste the efforts to send in another tailor to create the courtly attires they would need when presenting their heroic gentlemen to their members of foreign court?

They wouldn’t. And though it sometimes was the source of all your ire, sleepless nights on end staying up to create each particular piece for every single knight you had to dress, it was something you found pride in. You could not make those grandeous dresses for gentlewomen to show off at grad events, but you could make the detailed suits that could be paired with them.

And you had to admit, making the clothing - as you always wanted to do - was not the only benefit you could find. 

Plenty of men had crossed your path, so many of them handsome and charming, though none of them caught your eye the way Hinata Shoyo did. You were quite sure what it was, whether it was his sunny deposition or his excitement whenever he saw you work your magic, whatever it was - it captured your heart.

But the only probably with Hinata Shoyo, despite his many positives, was his obliviousness. Sure he was aware when people liked him, he had more than enough friends, he just was just never aware when some harbored romantic feelings; their gifts and gestures just being seen as that of tokens of friendship. Never in a mean and rejective way, just a man clueless of what their true intentions were.

You yourself have been on the brunt end of this headlessness. Many times you have given gifts, from embroidered handkerchiefs, to new satin shirts, to even carefully embellished suit jackets; all made by hand and gifted alongside a letter of your adoration to him.

It almost made you laugh when he approached you about them, his tales of a secret admirer on his tongue as he blabbered away about the possible suspects. It bewildered you that he did not piece the obvious puzzle, but it further amused and endeared you to him.

You simply saw it as a challenge, to figure out a way to get him to properly see.

However, that challenge proved more difficult than you could have ever imagined. So much so that when a peddler offered its wares, for free, to aid in your plight you did not bat an eye when grasping onto the tiny bronze bottle, thanking her swiftly before practically running back home.

In hindsight, as you prepared the final gift to give to Hinata - a box of homemade chocolates - you realized it might have been wise to hear what the witch had to say about the muted, almost sand, coloured liquid. How would this affect him, would the taste be so powerful he would know you put something within the chocolate, would he think you poisoned him, would you actually poison him? All you were told was that it was the solution to your problem, and your heart ran away with it. You prayed, when you dropped the perfectly decorated box at his door, that it would all end the way you wanted it to. That he would finally see what your intentions were.

It was the longest night, that turned into the slowest day, of your entire life as you waited for Hinata to show any semblance of himself, a note, a letter, a message passed on from a friend of his, anything to prove he got your gift - and therefore had a response for your affections.

It wasn’t until you were interrupted, petit point in hand, by slight tapping upon your bedroom’s window did your heart jump in your throat; your nerves getting the better of you as you knew who the nightly caller was. Carefully setting aside your canvas, you gingerly made your way to your windows latch, holding a breath as you opened it out.

“Someone there?” You called, feigning ignorance as you peered into the darken surroundings “Who is it?”

“Only me, my lady!” Hinata’s voice broke through, you found him standing by the shrubbery a story below his, his voice as hushed as it could be to not disturb anyone nearby “I am sorry if I woke you!’

“No no, nothing of the sort.” You reassured, a smile working its way upon your lips involuntarily “But perhaps you should come up? Would be easier to discuss whatever it is you are here for.”

You merely got a nod in response as he dashed his way towards the entryway. You knew you had but a few moments before he would be at your door, and thus your receiving chamber, to tell of you what he could not wait until morning for. Your nerves were getting the better of you as your wrung and smoothed your shift dressed several times as you paced by the fireplace; awaiting his knock.

He didn’t knock, and you would find that rude had your mind been in a more rational state, instead, he burst through your door; not even bothering to close it properly as he made his way over to you.

“Do you… why did you… you did give me…. You fancy me don’t you?” Hinata spoke, clear in his tone that his tongue was trying to catch up with his mind.

“I-I’m sorry?” You blinked, head shaking slightly as you tried to keep up with the rapid speed he was talking “Repeat what you said, but slow down?”

You saw his chest rise and fall slowly, doing his best to talk himself down - for your sake. At that moment, he gently took hold of your shoulders, peering into your face to ensure you were not uncomfortable; you could not help yourself to briefly break eye contact with him as his tongue wet his lips before he spoke again.

“All those gifts, those trinkets, and clothing, those beautiful letters. They were from you, weren’t they?” He asked, voice as clear as a bell as it rang within your burning ears.

“Y-yes” You nodded, eyes now unable to focus on any part of his face as they turned downcast.

“Which means, you see and fancy me, in a romantic way?” He watched as you nodded your head, clear that words were lost due to nervousness “Then you can please accept my apology?”

“A-apology?” You whimpered, eyes casting pain as you searched his for any sign of rejection, only to find none.

Before you could tilt your head, before your eyes could showcase the newfound confusion that was expressed when his words did not match the rejection you were expecting, you felt his soft lips brush against your in a sweet, loving, but brief kiss.

“Yes, my apology for being an oblivious fool as to not have noticed sooner. And to act in ways, like I just did, like how I always wanted to with you, sooner.” 

An outcome I assumed would unfold. Of course it was quite easy to tell with my perception of the pair of you. I hope it al unfolded the way you wanted it to, slight hiccups and all. Keep the remainder of the potion; not only does the vile and light blue liquid make a pretty necklace, but I can see you needing use of it in the future. I have no warning to give you except that cognizant ability your partner holds will only last a few hours more; be prepared for him to return to his old, somewhat endearing, oblivious self.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#and there we have it dear traveler #another potion that was the answer to your problems #i will not ask for more praise #but I will not deny you if you wish to give me more #though I am only joking #I hope this was the outcome you wanted #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.moots #🧩.alluring amira #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo fluff #hinata drabbles

[patchworkpuzzle]

hello my favorite potion seller <3 could i have a potion that might help me regarding akaashi please? i trust you completely, though no pressure of course. with love

Hello traveler, I do so very much love meeting another person of a similar craft. Working with plants is something I often enjoy and is very needed for my line of work. I also love when someone like yourself has complete faith in my abilities to suggest so adamantly I can do as I please. Such bravery makes me question why you could ever want my help to begin with? Is it perhaps the person of your affections are a little stubborn to your advances?

If that is the case, may I give to you a potion metamorphose. But like how we wish to change ourselves or our surroundings to better fit our wants but are unable to, this potion allows you the brief chance to do it. Though I do not suggest you use it on yourself, oh no. That type of love will never last if you do.

But, perhaps maybe, some of your plants could enjoy the change?

You wiped the sweat off your brow with the cleanest part of your sleeve you could find, sighing in defeat and accepting the possible fact you may have dirt on your face for the remainder of your time at work. Which would not be for very long, you mused to yourself as you watched the sun slowly sink over the horizon and behind the mountains nearby. 

You had finished collecting the few plants and flowers that you needed to fill the final few requests some of the townsfolk had purchased from you. Now all you had to do was re-pot a few succulents into terrariums, and arrange a few flowers into bouquets. 

The days always seemed to run long, even after you closed your doors to the people, with all the small chores and last minute tasks you gave yourself to try and save you time for the next day. It never worked as you always found yourself working well into the night before you finally wandered yourself to your home above the shop to rest.

You found peace in the work, and the calm atmosphere the flora provided you, but you always had thoughts of what could have been if your family had not passed the shop down to your once the time came; when no one else was to care for it but you. It happened when you were still in the middle of your studies, learning from the scholars at the castle, and though it broke your heart to end the joy you found in the knowledge you were learning, you could not bring yourself to let generation of past down if you decided to let the tradition die.

So, here you trimmed and snipped away at the flora you so tenderly cared and looked after. Enjoying the presence of the townsfolk of the village your serviced, their brief interactions to buy your wares always brought small amounts of joy. For that is what you did, you brought joy and beauty to these people, or comfort after a tragedy. You were useful to them, as that is what you always wanted to be; whether for the crown or the people were under it.

One such person was Akaashi Keiji. A scholar you briefly met in your studies who lived nearby you little shop. Every blue moon he would come in and ask for your services, to create him a bouquet of flowers of the season to gift to his mother he was about to visit. He never spoke to you much, though you wished he did. 

You admired him and his work, the same kind you once pursued, and you so craved for him to notice you. You couldn’t help it. You loved hearing is clear voice speak, look catching glimpses of his sapphire eyes, and love being able to hear his gratitude when you finished his requests of you; however brief. You only wished he could perhaps spare a moment, a chance, to notice you the way you did him. After all, you studied languages from different kingdoms and lands, something he does as a scribe for the crown. There was grounds for a good connection; fertile soil that could blossom beautiful flowers of romance.

If only he could cause the rain for those seeds to grow.

After a while you grew tired of waiting for the chance of that rain, instead choosing to create your own fate for it all; and what better way then through an action, a declaration, of love using the very flora you made your livelihood off of? The only fault you encountered in your plan was simple, you did not know what flowers made him smile - those he liked above all else. You knew what you loved, what the bakers wife loved, what the neighbors that surrounded you loved, what the what his own mother loved, but not him. 

And it was proving to be a thron in your side.

One so large and aggravating that when the appearance of a potion peddler came to your town, almost like out of thin air, you so it as a possible solution to your problem. They gave you a potion, and kindly for free, for you to use on your plants to transform any arrangement into the ones he would love most.

Which you did. The overgrown flowers you had spent your evening after closing snipping and pruning were not all arranged on the table before you. You held your nose shut as you popped the cork on the glass bottle you were given; emptying the thich green liquid onto the pile of flora.

The peddler told you it would take up to 10 minuted for the potion to gain effect, with the results lasting for at most two weeks, which gave you the opportunity to write on a piece of ornate stationary your feelings towards the stoic scholar. Watching, with brief glances, the transformation of primeroses and creeping buttercups turn into asters, dahlias, and lavender; the cool tones of blue and purple you thought suited him so well.

You wrapped them carefully in a matching cloth, gently placing your letter to sit within the beautiful array, with a navy ribbon to properly secure your package. You left your gift to sit at his doorstep, thankful for the warmer spring nights for not causing you to worry if they will make until morning for when he will ultimately find the.

And then you waitied.

You waited paitently for him to show back up at your shop, note in hand to question you if you truly meant what you wrote; to hope he felt the same. But as the days passed your mind began to wander more and more into a less sweet conclusion. That when the sun began to fall over that horizon after a week had passed, so too did your hopes that he was ever going to show up again. Your loud sigh as you closed your doors, turning your open sign backwards, echoed in your empty shop as you locked the doors, resounding you to yet another day in rejection. Your mind coming to the bitter terms that he was not interested in you and has now chosen to ignore you completely; choosing to forget and leave behind you and your little shop.

But Akaashi had not forgotten about you. How could he? The sweet flower shop owner, with the loveliest of smiles, who always greeted him warmly and helped him gift the most beautiful arrangements for his darling mother; why would he ever want to forget about you.

And why would he ever want to now? When he knew he had somehow captured your heart? He didn’t want to, and the surprise that filled his being when he found your gift and read you beautiful declaration quickly turned itself into determination to give to you one in kind.

He just did not know what to offer you, what he could present to you so you could understand that he felt the same. He may be a smart man, one that knew how to speak and converse with so many people, he just never knew how to properly speak his feelings; even less so when it came to love.

But he had to try.

A knock on shop’s door window caused you to jump, unable to help yourself for gasping loudly as you dropped a small bag of soil you were moving, as you looked over at the culprit who was bugging you so late at night. You tiled your head in confusion as you gazed at him, wondering why he was here.

Though you didn’t wonder for long. You quickly moved to let him in, trying your best to still your anxiously beating heart as you did so, unlocking the door and stepping aside to allow him the space to make his way inside.

“This is certainly a surprise” You commented sheepishly as you closed the door behind him, unable to look at him for long “To what do I owe the please?”

“Want to give you this.” Akaashi replied, hand holding out a small packaged wrapped in red paper.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at his strightforwardness, that his want to get to the point was losing its endearing charm at times like this one, but you could not lie and say your curiosity was not piqued as you gingerly grabbed hold of the gift.

“What is it?” You whispered, carefully removing the wrappings and placing them onto your work table

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out in a moment.”

And figure it out you did. Slowly shedding away the paper allowed you to see the gift the man before you had bestowed to you; a golden quill and ink meant for scholars to write their thoughts and findings.

“I don’t…. I don’t understand.” You mumbled out, fingertips carefully tracing the patters engraved onto the ink well.

“I do apologize. This probably seems so abrupt and unusual” Akaashi admitted, his voice timid in a way you have never heard before “But I did not know what you liked. And I wanted to give you a gift in kind for the one you so generously gave me. I spent says searching but nothing caught my eyes; and I had not wanted to wait in fear that you would like I rejected you.”

“You…” You blinked at him dumbfoundledly, trying your best to make sense of his words to no avail “You….. liked your gift?”

“Yes, I did.” Akaashi chuckled, walking over to where you stood; grabbing your hand in his to place a gentle kiss on your knuckle “Very much so.”

“A-and… you got me this in return?”

“Yes.” He nodded his head, eyes scanning the shining golden items you held so tentatively in your hands “But it’s not good enough…”

“So, to make up for it, I would like to take you to the marketplace so I can finally choose a gift that will be a worthy declaration of my love back to you.”

A strong potion metamorphose is indeed, and how clever of you to use it so well. I applaude you travler. And I do hope the outcomes are favourable to you in kind in the future. I will advise, however as I always do, that the potion only lasts for a few more days. So best to make sure that bouquet is no longer displayed so proudly in his home.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#i hope this is what you were looking for dear traveler #i hope my potion was satifactory #i also hope there isn't many mistakes in this #i really need to invest in a beta reader instead of silly potions #but regarless! #enjoy! #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.moots #🧩.kawaii kawa #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler

[patchworkpuzzle]

I have plenty of potions.

All kinds for every need and situations a traveler like yourself will find yourself in. If you feel brave enough to want one. Some are made for obtaining love, others strength and power, some even for beauty or happiness. Whatever any heart desires can be made and found by me.

But they cannot be bought, oh no. There is a reason many call me and my small business a failure, as I give my wares away for free. One potion to one person. The only catch is, I decide what potion you get; what potion your heart truly needs.

So, will you trust this failing potion seller?

This little event, ask game, whatever you like to call it is exactly what you think! A fun little mystery! All you have to do is go into my ask box and ask for a potion and I will give you one; and write a little drabble on the outcome of that potion when you use it.

I can and will add your favourite character to the drabble, you just gotta specify who when making your request!

So, for example, “Hi Patchy, I want a potion for dealing with <insert favourite character>

Or, “Hi Patchy, can I have a potion. I really like <insert favourite character> and need something that can help with it.”

And the rest, as they say, is history! Well… it’s up to me, but you all can trust me!

Also, please be sure to read my rules before requesting! And, as always, my moots will have their stuff answered.

I’ll be out with my small sellers cart at 12 pm (EST) April 27th until 11:59 pm May 3rd. You have until then to request one of my creations; so, act quickly.

Or else it’ll be gone forever~

#ahhhh! #i did it!! #hope you all are interested and want to play #🧩.patchy updates #🧩.patchy's ask game #or is this really.... #🧩.patchy's event

[patchworkpuzzle]

AHHH TAKE MY NOT MONEY *shoves my love at you instead* 🔮🧝‍♂️🌸🌿

My dearest and most trusted failing potion seller, I am in a Miya Osamu heartset today. Whenever that happens though, I always fear I am not pretty enough for the gentlemen as he is part of a set so very known for their good, athletic looks. What do you recommend?

(I also um, on the rare occasion I'm romantically interested in someone, I often desire to make the first move/gently extend the offer. Thoroughly undecided on how this lad would respond to that, though. Don't want to be a turnoff.)

My customs are resolute in one potion for one traveler, but a gift of crystalline to help me see visions unknown is a worthy enough prize for me to gift you another.  A potion of undauntedness, and another of ardor, would work best for you my darling traveler. Common they both are, and together they work well - especially for your needs. Take this special vial, for it will hold them both side by side, for your utmost convenience.

However, word of caution.

Take only one at a time. If you manage to drink both at once, the aftermath once the potion's effects wears off will lead a person in bed for days.

But, then again, who am I to dictate what you should do in your adventure?

You stare at the bronze vial, admiring the handiwork that went in to create it; small swirls that wrap so pretty around the small containers that hold your special brews from the peddler you traveled so far to meet. Soft violet was in one, and silver seemed to swirl alongside it whenever you shook the vial gently. A rose colour was in the other, and it swam with darker pink streaks; entwining together to make beautiful patterns as well. You found yourself almost mesmerized but it all. And if you weren’t told explicitly to shake well before ingesting either, you would worry that you would ruin both potions altogether.

But the swirling dancing streaks of colour were helping you calm your mind. To help allow it to think more properly of the situation at hand. To help build your resolve to take the plunge and drink either so you may be able to talk to the handsome young baker; whose shop was a small walk away from your very home.

Osamu Miya.

He was quiet and almost stoic, but that small smile he would shoot your way whenever you walked into his little shop would have your heart flutter. You found yourself buying more bread than you could afford at times, a different kind of loaf for a different made-up occasion, just to see that smile. 

You were a love-sick fool. And you knew it all too well. The way thoughts of him would pop up in your mind for no reason at all when you went about your day. It would not matter what you did; transcribing the work of scholars into journals, watering your garden, or even reading storybooks by the fireplace - all made your mind wander to him.

He intimidated you, and how could he not? Once more, his more quiet and stoic approach to you made you question if he even liked being around you. Not only that, but he is a tall man, with muscles that grew refined with lifting the weight of the large sacks of flour and sugar daily, and with a face you were sure was blessed by the gods as they so clearly favoured him…

You groaned, burying your face into your hands and your mind once again wander so fully into thoughts of the baker. It was torturous to you, mind running amuck with thoughts of whether or not he had fallen in love with you quietly like you had with him; and never having enough courage or confidence to find out whether or not any of those thoughts were true. 

You wanted to know. Wanted to see if the possibility that a man such as him could want a girl like yourself; or if his heart lied to someone else. Though your heart would be crushed if the latter were true, it would leave you at peace. Instead of continuously battling the unknown of your mind when the answer was within reach.

The cool metal that pressed so gently along the bridge of your nose brought you back from your turmoil; gave you the resolve to finally take the hand-crafted potions you were so generously given and find the answer for yourself. Standing, you carefully opened both sides of the vial, allowing the smell of it to overtake you for a moment. Juniper berries and sage brought you some comfort as you took one last deep breath before downing the contents in one swig.

You could only pray that it will lead to a positive outcome. And that you would not be bedridden for too long afterward.

It burned, the warmth being felt all the way to your stomach. Before long than same warmth could be felt throughout your entire being; setting every inch of your body alight as you struggled to even your breathing. But even though the slight panic of wondering if you would burn alive, you could feel it work.

Your mind became unclouded, your body felt lighter than air - your feet gliding with grace at every step you took - and your face seemed more resplendent than you had ever seen it before. But, most importantly, you felt an urge of passion to see that baker and tell him how you felt.

And your feet led the way towards his shop.

You knew if your mind was not altered by that peddler's potions you would be protesting fully over the lack of control your mind had over your body; that you would be screaming and trying your best to stop yourself from entering his shop and telling him those secret feelings. But, the moment those thoughts of self-doubt appeared, they were swept away but the burning passion that filled your entire being. Allowing you to walk into his shop once more, unclouded and filled with determination.

This was not the first time Osamu had seen you in his shop; not even the first time this week. You always seemed to pop by every few days to buy another one of his homemade creations. From the simplest loaf of bread to his more expensive desserts, you were always here to treat yourself to something of his.

It always made his day to see you. He loved the mouse-like way you behaved and moved, the shy quiet grace you had always put forth was so endearing and sweet to him. From the moment he met you, when you stumbled about his new shop and asked quietly asked for assistance on what bread went best with the cream soup you were having for dinner that night, he had loved you.

Osamu just always wished he was able to display his emotions better. For he knew he intimidated you, it was clear by the skittish nature you displayed whenever he spoke to your or tried to assist you in any way. He was always worried he would scare you off, which is why he could never help but smile in happiness and relief whenever you waltz back through his door.

Like now.

Thought this time it was different. He couldn’t quite understand just how it was different though. Your attire was the same as it always was, with your hooded cloak around your shoulders; and your beautiful face was as it always was. So why did your entrance have him tilt his head in slight confusion?

Maybe it was the confident stride your walk had, boots sure on where you were going, unlike the usual timid-like steps you so quietly took. Or perhaps it was the way you held your head up high, allowing the world and him to see that pretty face so assuredly. Or maybe it was that bright smile that he finally had the pleasure to see that graced your lips. Whatever the reason was, you seemed more alluring than ever before and yet the only thing that seemed to have changed from before was the confidence he had yet to see you exude until now. 

It made him clear his throat and look away from you, trying his best to compose himself properly before looking back towards you. But he never got enough time to help calm his nerves before you approached him; he could feel your warmth and when he did he knew he could not ignore you unless his goal was to hurt your feelings in some way.

“Hello,” He greeted you, his voice not betraying his nervousness “Nice to see you here again, was there something you forgot?”

“Yes,” You nodded your head, confidently and so sure, it made Osamu question your earlier interaction and if you mentioned something briefly before “I had something I needed to ask you.”

He tilted his head, allowing you the opportunity to speak without having to tell you. His mind was racing at just what bread would pair best with whatever dinner dish your mind could come up with, wanting to try and impress you in some small way.

“I would like to go on a date with you.” You spoke, your voice was so clear and sure it could not be misheard or mistaken for something else. It caused Osamu’s eyes to widen slightly as he stared down at you; unable to respond to your request. 

If you did not have the powers of the potion you were sure that him staring down at you, not speaking for the moment or two that had passed, would be cause for you to backtrack; to tell him to forget what you had said and scurry on out of his shop and make yourself unknown to him for the rest of your days. But instead, you stood there, eyes never breaking contact with his dark-colored one as you watched him blink once, then twice, as his cheeks started to dust with pink. Your heart could not stop itself from fluttering when you saw him cough nervously, as he shyly nodded his head.

“I-I, uh, I would like that very much”

I do hope my potion gave you the desired outcome you had hoped for, traveler. But please, allow yourself bedrest in a dark room for a day or two, nasty what those potions do to your head. Though I do suppose you’ll have a wonderful guardian to watch over you now.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#i hope you like it gracie #i went a lil overboard with it #small drabble where> #its cause I got too into my lil world I made #i expect all my drabbles will be like this #but hey #it's fun! #i hope you enjoy this i really do #and I hope you come and browse my wares another time if you feel the need to #though i doubt that will be the case #but my peddlers cart is here to stay for another few days if you feel the need #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #🧩.moots #🧩.my gorgeous wife grace #miya osamu #osamu drabble

[patchworkpuzzle]

hi patchy!!

i was wondering if you could make me a potion! preferably something that could help me figure out things with my fav bald hooligan - tanaka ryuunosuke ❤️

thank you!!

- t.

Hello, traveler. Much like you in your anonymity, I feel as if the person you wish to to capture the attentions of, seems anonymous to you and your plight. Blinded in some way or another to your attentions.

A pluck of clairvoyance is what I am giving to you. Much like how we pluck a flower to see if one loves us or not, one needs this nerve of self-assurance clarity to find that answer for oneself.

You may use this on yourself, but I feel you already know the answer in your heart. So perhaps allowing the aroma of this silverish liquid to be enjoyed by your desired person would help them find their own answer.

But, that is merely a suggestion, of course.

The flask was small, and felt almost weightless, as you held it in your hand. Had you not gotten this for free from that mysterious peddler, you were sure to have stormed back to their tiny cart to complain of the lack of contents you had paid for.

But, you did get it for free.

And had you not seen that odd potion maker fill your flask with the fine silver liquid and fumes they had claimed would aid you in your journey, you would assume they just gave you an empty bottle and called it a day. 

It was pretty though, you had to give that witch credit for the level of detail and intricacies she seemed to have for her craft, as you carefully turned the tiny flask between your fingertips; watching as the contents shifted and shimmered within its confinement.

Pluck, she called it. The name of this potion. Though you were certain calling it clairvoyance or inner sight, would have been a much better name. But who were you to argue? It would have been pointless. The way she spoke, so self-assured, made you doubt you could ever change her mind.

But her mind was not one you wanted to look into. There was a certain scholar alongside you, of creatures and beasts of all mythologies, that you wanted to know more of. 

Well, not know more of, you already knew plenty. 

Tanaka Ryūnosuke was a very friendly man. Animated as some would say; always seemingly wearing every emotion he felt at any moment on his sleeve for the world to see. It was quite admirable, you had to admit. It took a lot of bravery to let people see you at your most vulnerable, even complete strangers as you all were at one point, so easily and without remorse.

You didn’t know how he did it. You certainly knew it took a fair bit of prodding to let people see a glimpse into your soul; let alone the vulnerabilities that lurked there. And perhaps that was why you seemed so drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame, his heated and genuine nature made it nearly impossible for you to want to look away; for you to ignore that magnetic pull that led you closer and closer to the unknown.

However, though he seemed to live through honesty - and conveying all of him so - his mind was like a steel trap to you. You weren’t sure why, his interest in those he liked were obvious, as was his dislike. But somehow, the way he interacted with you, though often brief, was not clear to you. You never knew if he liked you, thought of you merely as an acquaintance, or begrudgingly accepted your presence as one would have to in such an environment. 

But you wanted to know.

You certainly made your intentions clear. You were friendly and sweeter towards him than anyone else that studied alongside you. You always paired with him as often as you could, especially whenever it came to sharing your knowledge to those younger than you; those young ones that were curious about the beasts that always lurked nearby. And even when times of celebration came, you made sure to be around him; to charm him when you looked your best and had a drink to loosen your tongue.

But Tanaka never seemed flustered with you like he was when other maidens giggled and smiled at him. Never seemed to be nervous or affected by your presence or words. Or even impressed with your skills and talents whenever you displayed them. He was almost like a stature in the way he gazed at you.

It hurt you a little, that perhaps he would never think of you in such a loving light or heart to flutter at the simplest of glances. But your curiosity to know the truth, to finally be able to read what his thoughts were about you - good or bad - outweighed any disappointment you could find. You were a scientist after all, and you longed for answers.

Tanaka, as well, longed for answers. To wonder why you had such an effect on him. He was never one to not display his thoughts, his feelings, towards others; whether they were willing or not. To make a friend out of the grumpiest of people, to pick a fight with someone who made him angry, to pursue a woman he thought was cute even if he was rejected every time. Yet to you, all emotions and thoughts seemed impossible.

One brief look into your eyes, or a glance at your smile, or to hear the sweet tune of your voice made his entire being shut down. All thoughts would leave his head, his feelings would run into overdrive to the point of nothingness, and he would simply be unable to interact with you in the ways he wishes. 

But you always struck him dumb.

Even now, when the pair of ultimately were the last ones left in the giant laboratory; with all others starting their tasks first and leaving you both to wait patiently for your turn, did he struggle to do what he knew how. 

Not that you could tell. To you, he was working as precisely and attentively as always. Hands never missed a beat, and eyes never once lost focus on the task at hand. While yours couldn't help but wander to his face every few moments. Your only saving grace was having to write down the results he mumbled to you before your lingering eyes could be felt or noticed.

And that little flask. Your eyes would wander to it as it sat so tauntingly by your paperwork. Mocking you every time you went to write something down; teasing you in a invisible voice for your lack of drive to know the truth of the man beside you.

It was wrong, and you found yourself being irritated that an inanimate object was causing you ire. But you just wanted time to speed up. Wanted to get everything written down, to clean everything properly, and gain that moment or two where you both be alone with no distractions.

It came sooner than you thought, though you assumed that with matters like these time always seems to creep up on you; to always catch you off guard. It made you scramble as you tried to collect your belongings so as to catch up to the taller man, to keep here with you just for a little longer.

“Tanaka, wait please!” You called out, trying your best to place your satchel filled with your notes around your shoulder, and to discreetly open your flask - and to hide it in your hand.

You watched him freeze, shoulders going stiff, but he turned to you and tiled his head in acknowledgment; letting you know he was going to abide by your request. His deep voice mumbled out his affirmation as you stepped close to him, allowing himself to speak a breath later.

“Is it something about the work we did?” He managed to get out, tone strained as he watched you approach.

You shook your head, watching his face carefully as the silver fumes surround his face in an almost invisible way. You held your own breath, your earring ringing with your heartbeat, as you stood in a brief silence. 

Tanaka tilted his head once more, brows furrowed in confusion as his mind raced at what could cause you to want him to wait. He took another breath to respond muster the courage to respond to you once more, but a cough took its place.

He couldn’t help it either, scrambling to move a step away from you, and shielding his face in the protection of you; to spare you any discomfort over his sudden coughing fit. Not that he could help it, his lungs suddenly burned causing a tickle to rise and stay stuck in his throat.

You couldn’t help panic slightly, though it only showed as a concern on your face, as you watched Tanaka struggle to breathe. Wondering if that silly peddler gave you a poison instead of a potion. But that worry soon dies down when he was finally able to muster an apology and his chest seemed to rise and fall more evenly.

And you could tell the potion had taken effect given the quizzical, and almost panicked, look upon his handsome face. You watched in real-time as he fell under the potion's spell; under your spell.

“May I ask you something?” You spoke, surprised at how clear and strong your voice sounded at this moment.

“Yes, always,” Tanaka replied, his own voice no longer holding that stiff tone he usually had when speaking to you; nor was his face as stone-like as it always was.

“Do… do you hate me?”

You have never seen him recoil in shock and surprise before, never seen him so expressive as he shook his head vigorously and he stammered out an intelligible response. One that made a small laugh to float passed your lips and caused him to stop.

“Yo don’t hate me?” You clarified, watching as he nodded his head “So, you like me then?”

“Y-yes, very much so.” He stuttered out, head still unable to stop bobbing affirmation.

“Then why do you treat me so coldly? If you like me, why do you not share with me the same warmth you do with others?”

“Because I cannot think around you” Tanaka whispered, and you could tell he was trying to fight the spell’s urge to make him speak such personal thoughts but failing “My head gets empty when I look at you, and my heart feels like it might explode. Being around you makes my palms itch and sweat as my mind tried to think of something to say. But it is never able to.”

His response made a smile stretch upon your face; you had been in love before, and know the effects of nervousness a small crush can give a person as they struggle in the simplest interactions of their heart’s desire. It was what you felt every day him.

“I feel the same.” You admitted, watching as his shoulder slumped in relief “And, if you would have me, I would love to be more than just be a laboratory partner with you.”

“I want that more than you could ever imagine” Tanaka sighed out, stepping closer to you and resting his forehead against your own.

“I will always want you. For my heart is yours.”

I do hope my potion gave you the desired outcome you had hoped for, traveler. However, it would be best if that man you are now entwined with has plenty of liquids to clear out his aching lungs. Not only will it help with the coughing, but it will help him gain the ability to not speak every thought. Not that he doesn’t already.

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

#i hope this is what you desired #my lovely dear friend #always happy to help make romance start #especially for you #🧩.patchy's event #🧩.patchy the failing potion peddler #hq tanaka #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka ryunosuke drabble

[patchworkpuzzle]

*kiths to all my moots and puzzle pieces. I am blessed to have you*

#life and mental health are getting better!! #so i shall make a proper return soon #i promise #thank you for being patient #it means a lot #soon my medicore writing will be poriduced for you all to enjoy #but for now i must take it easy #and i appreciate you all for allowing me to take my time #i just appreciated you all in general! #may do a fun little event for you all when i come back to show it! #but anyways #kith for you #🧩.patchy mumbles

[patchworkpuzzle]

Did.... did I just hit a follower milestone!?!?

#oh gosh! #better start thinking of an event soon! #🧩.patchy updates