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Now What Do We Use (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

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((This is from my series Glass House!! Next part is Now Let Me Explain.))

Warning: Restraints and intense tickles! Safeword use. Feet tickling. Tickle tools.

Dream cursed under his breath. He had snooped again. It was an accident like last time, but he still felt a little bad. He stared at the tab he had just clicked out of and analyzed the scenario he was in.

What were the chances George had left this open on his computer specifically for him to find? Pretty high, he decided. He clicked back onto the tab and scanned the contents, forgetting entirely what he had even needed the other boy’s computer for.

It was George’s Amazon wishlist. Dream’s eyes scanned the items. They were…a strange mix of items. At first glance he had assumed a few of them were things George would want to be tickled with, but he huffed in amusement when he realized it was every single thing.

With a few clicks, he shared the wishlist to his own account. He headed back to his own room and sent a quick text to summon Sapnap.

On his own phone, he pulled up the wishlist and moved the entire thing into his shopping cart. He whistled at the total.

“Bougie bitch…”, he whispered.

Amazon Cart 6 Items

Subtotal: $750.01

Sun&Lion V2 Deep Tissue Massage Gun

Natural Eagle Feathers 10-16 inch Turkey Pheasant

PHILIPS Sonicare DiamondClean 9000 Connected Rechargeable Electric Power Toothbrush 2-Pack, Black + White - Bluetooth

Glamzy Baby Massage Oil 100mL with Almond Oil, Aloe Vera, Calendula Oil, and Macadamia

WYNDEL Comb Silicone Hairbrush Shampoo Brush Scalp Massage

RHOS Paddle Hairbrush

“What’s up?”, Sapnap asked from the doorway. Dream grinned and waved him over, tossing him his phone when he got close.

“Gogy let me use his computer but accidentally left open a tab with his Amazon wishlist on it.”, he used air quotes for ‘accidentally’ to make Sapnap grin as he joined him on the bed.

“He’s rich, he can just buy th-whoa! This is almost a thousand dollars with shipping Dream!”, Sapnap laughed and leaned against him as he scrolled through the cart. “Baby oil?”.

“Pretty sure it makes you more ticklish.”.

“What about the hairbrush?”.

“I think for his feet.”, Dream said as he made a scrubbing motion. “Same as the scalp massager thing.”. Sapnap cringed with his entire body at the thought.

“Holy shit.”, he muttered. The idea of either tools being pressed to his own sensitive soles made him shake his head. “George is crazy.”. Dream laughed and nudged him.

“Imagine how he would react if we did it to him.”.

“He’d be so loud.”, Sapnap grinned. “Buy it.”.

“Huh? We can split it.”.

“Buy. It.”, Sapnap shoved him.

“Fine fine.”.

~•~

Two day delivery.

In the meantime, Dream and Sapnap brushed up on their knowledge for a few of the tools they were confused about. Where exactly to put the baby oil. Places they could use the scalp massager. Where the vibrating toothbrushes would work best.

After a loose strategy meeting on a lazy afternoon, they ambushed George.

“What are you doing?!”, he yelled as he fought against the two of them. As always, his strength was nothing compared to them. He shrieked in fear as one of his wrists was captured in a cuff and attached to the top corner of his bed. Instantly, he broke into giggles. “No no please no!”, he begged.

Of course, it fell on deaf ears. In no time, the boy was writhing helplessly in his restraints. In a t-shirt and shorts, but feeling naked. He scrunched his, newly freed, toes in the open air.

“Hush now. We gotcha.”, Sapnap said. George was wracked with nervous giggling as Dream left the room.

“Is it just us?”, he asked in a delirious haze.

“No, idiot. He’s getting your gifts.”.

“Gifts?”.

Dream came back with a big Amazon box. George’s giggles faded away into silence.

“Does that look mean you know what’s in here?”.

“No way.”, he whispered. His cheeks flamed and he squirmed helplessly in their gazes.

“Oh yes, Georgie. We found your Amazon wishlist.”. George was stunned into silence.

~•~

Dream waved the massage gun in the air. George shuddered in his restraints. He had never actually felt the tickle of a massage gun before, but it looked brutal in the videos he saw online.

“Alright so…I think it will work here.”, Dream said as he grabbed George’s knee and pressed the head of the gun into the sensitive muscle of his inner thigh. The boy whimpered. Dream grinned and switched it on.

George’s vision nearly blacked as every nerve in his leg was lit up with an intense pulse of ticklish electricity. The spot the head was pressed into pulsed quickly and his entire leg shook with the force. A stunted yelp slipped from his lips, but his lungs weren’t able to keep up with the force of laughter trying to break out. Nothing had ever tickled this badly. He convulsed silently, completely mindless to the feeling. And then…it stopped.

“Oh, it died?”, Dream asked as he pulled back the gun. George burst into hysterical cackles, the feeling in his leg still making him buzz. Sapnap chuckled and creeped closer to the head of the bed.

“No no!! No way! Fuck! You can’t do that again!! No! That was crazy!! Oh god! Guys, seriously!!”, he blubbered through his laughter. There was no fucking way he would survive that evil thing touching him again.

“Huh? No way! George, this thing was so expensive and you wanted it!”. The boy squeaked in embarrassment, unable to calm down at all.

“Return it!!”. The two laughed at the dramatics. George dropped his head back against the pillow and let the dizzy giggles bubble out of him. Dream plugged the massage gun into the wall and left it charging on the bedside table.

“We’ll have to come back to that later.”. George whined through his giggles.

“Please, I really can’t handle that. You have to listen to me.”, he had a cute little tinge of delirium to his voice.

Sapnap leaned over the side of the bed and popped back up with two long feathers.

“Should we start out soft then?”.

~•~

Soft might have sounded nice, but George truly thought he was going to die. With one delicate feather being flossed through his toes and the other teasing under his shirt sleeve into his armpit, he was shaking with desperate laughter. His nerves sparked under the teasing touch and he squirmed as wildly as he could. It was no use.

“Please please oh god please!”, he babbled through his laughter.

“But Georgie, it’s so soft!”.

He squealed loudly as Sapnap teased it against his ear, flushing in embarrassment at his own reaction.

“Oh, that’s right!! Your ears!!”. Sapnap put his palm on George’s forehead and pressed his head back into the pillow. “Here we go!”. George let out a wail of anguish, then collapsed into high pitched laughter. Dream grinned as he came to a stop and started crawling up George’s body to get a better look.

“Please!!”, he cried. He was shaking at the gentle torture.

“So cute…”, Dream coo’ed. The feather traced around and around the inside of his red ear. He bucked and squeaked, burning with humiliation.

“Fuck you!!”. He tried to shake his head, but it was impossible with Sapnap’s stupid hand clapped over his forehead.

“Oh, Georgie…”, Dream tsked and teased his own feather along the creases of the squirmy boy's neck. He squealed loudly, making the other two giggle. “Wow, your fancy expensive feathers were worth it huh?”.

“Shut…up!!”, he managed through his bubbly laughter.

George’s forehead was released and he jerked his head up, then dropped it back to the pillow with delirious giggles, rubbing his ear against it. The feather was waved teasingly in the air over his clothed chest and tummy before Dream tugged up his shirt to reveal it. He whimpered.

Normally, he was tortured with a rough touch. Mean squeezes and grabs to make him scream. The idea of a feather against his skin had never really scared him, but was interesting enough for him to look at online. He’d never bought it though. He figured it wouldn’t actually do much.

Now…well what the fuck was he thinking? Since the moment one of those dumb feathers traced his skin he hadn’t stopped jumping or shaking for one second. It was a sharp feeling. His sensitive nerves prickled underneath it and he could feel his senses heightening in defense. Not only could he not handle this, but he knew it would make the rest of his night worse.

He squealed when the tip of the feather teased into his bellybutton. He jerked his hips to the side roughly, but a large hand grabbed hold and pressed him to the bed. When he wasn’t able to squirm away from the feeling and it persisted, he threw his head back and burst into squeaky laughter.

“The feathers make him like…a squeaky toy.”, Sapnap noted amusedly. He cried out at the tease, making them both laugh.

“Please!”, he whined out the plea. Sapnap’s feather joined Dream in clumsily trying to shove into his bellybutton and his entire body jolted as he giggled hysterically. The noise was light and frantic.

“I thought soft tickling didn’t work that well on you?”, Sapnap asked. George was gasping through his giggles and shaking his head. “He’s so cute like this.”.

They trailed the feathers all over his body. When teased behind his knees, he squealed every single time. Dream and Sapnap giggled as they took turns poking the feathers under his knees and making him make funny noises.

~•~

“C’mon Georgie let us in!”, Dream giggled as he fought with the wiggling toes.

“Please! Please!”, he cried out frantically as he jerked his feet around and scrunched his toes in defense. Were they trying to kill him?

Suddenly at the same time, Dream and Sapnap both got their vibrating toothbrushes in between the last two toes on both of George’s feet. The sounds he made were incredible. They dropped their jaws in awe as they watched George convulse on the bed. The laughter pouring out of him was unlike anything they had heard before. It was shamelessly loud and desperate.

The vibrating sensation was unfamiliar and startling. No amount of squirming could free him and he felt himself lose his mind to the feeling. The toothbrushes were decidedly evil. They both prodded around curiously between his quivering toes and he screamed in ticklish agony.

“Whoa!”, Sapnap laughed. George thrashed in his restraints and fell into uncontrollable laughter. His body and mind screamed for him to beg for mercy, to beg for them to go one at a time, to beg for them to stop. But, he didn’t.

“Fuck!”, he squeaked out. His face was a pretty shade of crimson.

“These work pretty well, Georgie.”, Dream said with a grin. He quickly touched the head of the vibrating brush to each of George’s toe pads and he let out a stream of high pitched cries and squeaks.

Sapnap turned and started climbing up the bed, waving the still-vibrating toothbrush at George.

“Nonono!!!”.

“Oh, yes.”, he smirked. The vibrating head touched inside George’s little bellybutton and he screeched. “Ooh!!”.

“Get out!!!”, he yelled, then burst into hysterical giggling. Dream peeked around Sapnap’s shoulder.

“Oh he sounds so cute when you do that.”. George squealed and bucked, but Sapnap was relentless in twisting the head around slowly to find the best reactions. He threw his head back into the pillow and bubbly laughter poured out. “He sounds happy!”, Dream exclaimed.

“Well, he is. He’s getting his tickles!”, Sapnap smirked back at Dream while he twisted the head of the toothbrush just right to make George squeal again.

“Shut up!!”, George shrieked, horrified at the words. A panicked burst of squeaky giggles escaped him as he jerked back and forth. “Sapnap!!”.

Dream laughed and leaned around Sapnap, trailing the vibrating head of his own toothbrush up George’s ticklish side. He squealed helplessly. He teased it closer and closer to his armpit and the boy screamed in terror.

“I hate you guys!!”.

“Oh, well that was rude.”, Dream scoffed and dove his toothbrush right into his armpit. Sapnap followed quickly. They both laughed at George’s violent reaction. Silent screams wracked his chest as he bucked and convulsed helplessly. He finally caught a little bit of air and wailed with laughter. It was frantic and beautiful. “Cute…”, Dream murmured.

The two made sure to thoroughly treat every inch of George’s ticklish armpits to the little vibrating heads of their toothbrushes before moving on. The tickles were so intense and focused, it made it hard for George to catch any air to laugh or beg. Mercilessly, they smiled on as he gasped and choked and cried.

Luckily, they knew this was what he truly wanted. As crazy as that might seem to them sometimes.

Eventually, they flicked off the toothbrushes and allowed him a break. George’s body went limp against the bed and flustered giggles broke free. Dream shushed him gently and pet his damp hair. Sapnap almost started to help get rid of the ghost tickles, but thought better of it. He poked the tip of George’s red nose.

“The ghosts are tickle tickle tickling you, huh?”, he teased. George nodded through his delirious giggling. The words were feathery and lined with sugar, sparking excitement across his nerves. Against his will, he squirmed at nothing. Sapnap coo’ed, making everything worse.

“Silly…”, George mumbled between giggles, barely thinking. Dream and Sapnap laughed.

It was so freeing to be known like this. George relaxed into the fluffy feelings and let his bubbly giggles take over. Here, he could be light and dumb and young. Dream wiped his tears away and he closed his eyes, humming. The cold thumbs against his burning hot cheeks felt refreshing.

“Sweet boy.You are silly.”, Dream grinned. George nuzzled up into the hand. Sapnap and Dream looked at each other in surprise. Soft little giggles were sneaking out from between his lips. Sapnap whined.

“He’s being so cute.”, he murmured.

Suddenly, he grabbed hold of both of George’s sides to make him squeal loudly.

“Stop being so cute.”.

“Sap!!!”, he cried and burst into crazed laughter. “No!! Please!!”. Dream laughed and poked into his ribs, making him shriek. “Dream!!”.

“We won’t stop unless you stop being cute!!”. George threw his head back into the pillow and cackled loudly.

Sapnap held up the electric toothbrush and turned it back on, making George scream in terror. They both laughed.

~•~

“Alright, what’s next?”, Dream asked as he got off the bed and stretched. Sapnap dug through the box. They both ignored George’s breathless giggles and whimpers.

“Hairbrush and this super fancy baby oil.”, Sapnap said as he held up the items. George whined loudly. “Oh, you excited?”.

“Shut up.”, George said quietly. He scrunched his toes at the sight of the hairbrush being inspected by Sapnap. He had only ever felt a hairbrush against his foot once before and he had nearly hurt both himself and Dream at how hard he thrashed and screamed. He snuck a look over to the boy in question and then closed his eyes and shoved his face into the pillow at the shit-eating grin he was met with.

“Oh Georgie.”, he coo’ed. “George loves the hairbrush! Wow…we’ve never tried it with the oil though have we? Huh, Georgie? You must be so excited!”.

“Dream, shut up.”, he gritted out, horribly flustered. Dream peeked back and laughed at the nervous toes.

“Stretching out your piggies in preparation?”, Dream asked. George squawked at the words. He laughed and ruffled his hair. George was giggling frantically, unable to calm down. His sweaty hair stuck up everywhere from the ruffling and he tried to squirm away, but failed.

“There’s only one.”, Sapnap added.

“He can only handle one. You use it and I’m going to sit on him so he doesn’t squirm too much and hurt himself.”, Dream said as he climbed back onto the bed and straddled George’s waist facing his legs. George whimpered, giggles finally calming down as the sudden reality of his situation set in. He wiggled his body a little in protest and earned a quick squeeze to his thigh.

“Dream!”, he screeched. His butterflies were never going to go away at this point. “Fuck, I can’t do this.”, he cried desperately.

“Sure you can!”.

“No, it’s going to be too bad!!”, he whined and flopped his head back into the pillow a few times.

Dream and Sapnap froze and stared at each other, waiting for a safeword drop. One of George’s feet was shaking with nervous energy and Sapnap grabbed it to stop it. A flurry of excited squeaky giggles flew from George’s mouth and they both grinned.

“These little feet are already so ticklish! What’s gonna happen when I put the baby oil on George? Huh?”.

“Don’t!!”, he cried. No safeword, though.

“Let’s see what happens without it first.”.

“No! Get away!!”, he screamed. Still, no safeword. Dream and Sapnap nodded at each other; he was fine.

Despite his threat, Sapnap grabbed the baby oil and clicked it open. George yelped at the sound.

“No no no please!!! C’mon!!”. Sapnap coated his hands and started gently massaging the oil into his left foot. Instantly, George burst into frantic giggles.

“Get between his toes too.”, Dream added helpfully. George squealed as Sapnap listened.

“Alright Georgie, are you ready?”.

“No!! Oh fuck oh fuck!!!”, George thrashed as much as he could, but Dream’s weight was on his hips. “Please I can’t take it!!! Sapnap please!!!”, he begged. There was a real edge of panic to his voice. “Don’t do it!!! I’m begging you!!!”.

If anyone else was tickling him, George probably wouldn’t let himself get into that level of franticness knowing it would scare most people into stopping. His two best friends knew better.

Sapnap giggled as he grabbed a hold of the foot and scrubbed the hairbrush against the slippery sole. George screwed his eyes shut and screamed bloody murder. The ticklish feeling was intense and unstoppable. It shot up through his leg and threw his entire body into a squirming panic. Every nerve in his system spiked at the feeling. Before he could suck in a breath to laugh, his lungs were pushing out another scream. It was a desperate and helpless noise. The ticklish feeling was overwhelming. Fresh tears streaked down his hot cheeks as he shook his head uselessly. His lungs burned a little with the force of his screaming and he felt dizzy at the lack of air. Just as he thought he was going to die, Sapnap stopped. George sucked in a large breath of air and exploded with laughter. Dream smirked back at him.

“Wow! That worked really well! Georgie, are you okay?”, Sapnap laughed as he stood up to see George’s face. It was impossibly red and covered in tears. He could only shake his head ‘no’ as his laughter faded into delirious giggling. In Sapnap’s hand, the foot was still twitching from the aftershocks. He teased the brush across the toes and grinned as George let out a choked shriek. “So ticklish!”.

Dream grinned and tilted his head in the direction of George’s right foot. As soon as Sapnap grabbed it George was thrown into a giggly panic again.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!”, he cried through his giggles. He squirmed as much as he could, but it was barely any. Sapnap had left the cap on the baby oil open so George had no warning before it was suddenly being massaged into his sensitive foot and the surprise made him yelp. Dream and Sapnap laughed.

“You have to be the most dramatic person on this planet!”, Dream said, amusedly.

“Do you wanna try this?!”, George asked, voice pitching strangely as he spoke through his giggling.

“No fucking way.”, Dream shook his head quickly. He looked over and laughed when he noticed Sapnap subconsciously responding with a head shaken ‘no’ as well. This would be way too intense for either of them. Maybe if he was prepared and ready, and definitely not restrained, he would give it a try. But, right now after the display George had just put on? No shot. He’s pretty certain it would kill him. He could almost feel the prickly tingles of ghost tickles along his soles just thinking about it.

George’s piercing scream broke him out of his thoughts. Sapnap scrubbed at the captured foot and grinned as the boy seemingly lost his mind.

This was something George was getting to experience more and more as Dream and Sapnap learned to put their mercy to the side for him. His brain switched off and he gave into his instincts, just screaming and crying. The ticklish feeling was maddening. The sensations were quick and startling, shooting through his body and making him squirm like a live wire. His foot flexed and twitched and trembled as Sapnap held it in place for his torment. He was helpless to it, to them. Just…tickles. It tickled. It tickled horribly.

A tortured scream tore through his body, sounding desperate enough to make Sapnap stop. It was unexpected, making him cry out with a shrill pathetic noise.

“Are you okay?”, Dream was asking somewhere above him. George opened his eyes and blinked away the tears. The room was bright. The question was confusing for some reason. He was still gasping for air and not sure how to respond. Yes? No? He was being tickled. “George?”, Dream tried again. Giggles spilled from his lips and he squirmed under the attention, confused and dizzy.

“It tickles.”, he squeaked out. Maybe that would be good enough? Dream smiled.

“Oh does it?”, he teased. The grip on his foot tightened and he was suddenly thrown back into his wild screaming as Sapnap touched that hairbrush back to his sensitive sole. Sapnap wasn’t going easy, really abusing his weakness. George gulped down air in an attempt to laugh, but the tickling was too intense. Screams tore from his throat before he could stop them and he was helpless to the feeling. His leg twitched violently, but was held in place by a large hand.

Together, they safely took him apart. George was allowed to thrash and scream to his heart's content without a thought.

Eventually, the feeling disappeared and George fell limp. Weak giggles broke through, but George couldn’t squirm at the ghost tickles anymore.

“So…what’s this?”, Sapnap’s voice asked from somewhere. A bunch of dull points pressed into his ticklish and over-sensitive sole and he squealed.

“What is that!!”, he yelled in panic. Both boys were laughing.

“It’s some kind of scalp massager for like, shampoo. But George wanted to be tickled with it.”, Dream explained.

Oh, they weren’t even going to let him recover.

George burst into laughter as Sapnap curiously pressed the massager all over his foot and toes. The sensation wasn’t as intense as the hairbrush, but it was driving him crazy.

“Fuck!”.

“It works pretty well!”. George shook his head through his laughter.

“That feels crazy!!”, he yelled.

“Look, Dream because they are a little pointy I have to be careful, but his ticklish little foot is totally freaking out!”.

“Shut up!!!”, George cried. Sapnap teased the shampoo massager across all of his toes, making him squeal.

“Be nice, Georgie.”, Dream warned and squeezed both of his thighs a few times to make him scream.

“Please!! Dream, fuck!”.

His thighs trembled in fear of another attack. Dream dusted his fingertips against them teasingly to make him jump. Sapnap paused his movements, watching curiously.

“I won’t get them too bad. Not before the massage gun.”, he purred. George shivered at the memory and glanced over where the device was charging. He whimpered.

Without warning, Sapnap teased the shampoo massager back down George’s sole and he squealed loudly.

“I wanna try!”, Dream said as he hopped up and moved to the bottom of the bed near Sapnap.

“No…”, George whined. Sapnap passed him the massager and he gently pressed it into George’s other sole. The boy giggled hysterically and squirmed. “No!”. Dream laughed and teased it along the wiggly toes.

“We gotta oil up these little piggies more often, huh?”. George threw his head back and cackled, affected by the words. “Oh, he’s such a goner.”.

“Get away!”, he cried through his laughter.

Dream and Sapnap passed the massager back and forth, tickling the bottom of George’s oily feet. When one didn’t have the massager, they would play with his toes or skitter their nails into the soles. Without a way to get used to the feeling, George just lost his mind again to the tickles. His laughter was bubbly and helpless. When he could, he would beg;

“Please!”, he tried. “Guys! No more!”, didn’t help either. “Why?!”, he cried. “Fuck!”, it was too much. He tried everything.

Everything besides what would actually stop them, of course.

~•~

“It’s time for the finale!!!”, Dream exclaimed as he unplugged the massage gun and gestured to it. George shook his head weakly.

“You can’t.”, he insisted.

“George, people use those all the time to massage themselves after working out!”, Sapnap said.

“Give it to one of them then!”, he shot back quickly, making them both laugh.

“You’re such an idiot.”, Dream said fondly and grabbed George’s knee. “Alright Sapnap, where do I press it in?”.

They both ignored George’s frantic squirming and begs for mercy as Sapnap scrolled through directions on his phone.

“Okay, try the muscle above his knee and kind of inner thigh.”.

“Got it!”, Dream said. He turned it on and George yelped in fear.

“Don’t do this to me!!!”, he cried.

As soon as the head of the gun touched his thigh again, he was thrashing against the bed with a silent scream. The pulse of ticklish vibrations went through his entire body and shook him to the core. Dream worked it down to find the most sensitive area and one spot tore a piercing scream from George.

“I’m such a good masseuse.”, Dream muttered amusedly, moving around the gun. A sharp laugh pierced the air as George found his breath. It was quick and loud, almost scaring the two. Mostly, he was just thrashing in silence as the overwhelming tickles took him over. Every laugh that fought its way out was strained and desperate.

He lifted up the gun and watched him carefully. Silently, Dream and Sapnap watched George shake with breathy giggles.

“I hate you guys…”, he managed out. The two grinned at each other; he was fine.

“Okay, anywhere else?”.

“Yeah, try higher up on the inside.”.

George couldn’t find it in himself to fight it, he just let himself scream and fall back into desperate silent thrashing as the vibrating head of the gun shook every nerve in his body. It was so intense in the one spot, it felt like he was being tickled from the inside out. His vision blacked so he squeezed his eyes shut, mind swimming in colors. Sharp cackles escaped him over and over again between his silent screams. This might be the worst tickling he’s ever felt.

~•~

If you asked, George would have no idea how long the two tickle monsters tormented his ticklish thighs with that massage gun. They tickled him out. Definitely.

His outbursts of crazed laughter were more and more spread out until he was just convulsing and gasping.

“Skeppy!”, he squeaked out, finally. And it came to a stop.

George went completely limp against the bed. His legs were still shaking from the vibrations, but he just let it happen. He kept his eyes closed and just let Dream and Sapnap take over for him. He relaxed and caught his breath while they un-cuffed him, put him under the covers, and snuggled up on either side of him.

“Wow Georgie, you really held out.”, Dream said softly. He finally let out a tired little giggle and turned his face into Sapnap’s shoulder in embarrassment. The two laughed at him.

“That was torture…”, he murmured quietly into Sapnap’s shoulder. He tried hiding his grin into the younger’s shoulder since he didn’t have the energy to fight it off.

‘He’s smiling.’, Sapnap mouthed to Dream. They both beamed.

Their adorable best friend. So sweet to trust them with this. Tickled to the brink of death, yet still cuddling with them and giddy. George snaked his hand back and grabbed Dream’s shirt, tugging him closer as he laid his head on Sapnap’s chest. He burned with embarrassment, but just nuzzled in and let himself relax. Dream wrapped around him and soon, he was pressed like he wanted to be between his best friends. The ones who knew him more than anybody. Here, he was home.

Together, they drifted off. Warm and happy. George, still buzzing from the events of the night.

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primordialsoundmeditation · 24 days

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🐸 HAPPY FULL PINK MOON! Typically in my region, the full moon in May carries the last chance of frost, but when the full Moon 🌝 arrives late in April, it frequently marks the same. Because spring can be fickle, there is also a long history of looking to botanical indicators like Shadbush (Amalanchier canadensis) and Dogwood blooming, and the time when oak leaves grow to the size of a mouses ear 🐭 to insure safe planting. This full moon can offer a safe time to plant cold tolerant greens and herbs like borage, calendula, fennel, spinach, lettuce, kale, collards etc.

And don't forget to get out tonight along with the peepers and celebrate the full Moon and the arrival of spring with a howl or dance around the fire!

The Heirloom Gardener John Forti

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luna-redamancy · 1 year

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Perfect Accessory- Frodo x F!Elf! Reader

Requested by: @kazenomegaminowanpisu “Can I request something from frodo, like his reaction when his fem elf s/o put a flower on his ear” I hope you enjoy this!

You hummed to yourself as you entered your greenhouse, sitting your basket on the wooden stool you had at the entrance. Grabbing out your apron, you loosely tied it around your waist as you grabbed the gardening shears from its pocket.

Daily you would enter your greenhouse, checking for any ripe fruits and vegetables as well as cutting off fresh flowers for a daily bouquet to have in your home. The fresh flowers combined with the fresh baked breads Frodo would bring home had your heart feeling fuller than ever, so you did your best to make it a routine.

As you clipped your flowers, a collection of daffodils, buttercups, calendula, and baby’s breaths, you paused as you noticed a familiar foot.

Grinning, you peaked your head around your working bench, Frodo’s frame becoming more visible the further you looked.

The afternoon sun was warm against Frodo’s cheeks as he rested in your greenhouse, book to his chest as he laid against a sack of mulch. A peaceful expression adorned his face as he napped.

Unable to help yourself, you snipped another buttercup but left it with a shorter stem than the others. Moving back to the entrance, you laid your bouquet in your basket before turning back to your working bench.

Spinning the flower in your hand, you put your other hand over your mouth to stop any laughter from coming out.

Crouching down next to Frodo, you carefully brushed aside his dark curls, making his brow furrow. You paid it no mind as you put the flower over his ear and re-arranged his hair.

“What’re you doin’?” Frodo’s sleepy voice caught your attention, pulling your focus from ensuring his hair didn’t block the beautiful blooming flower to his baby blue eyes.

“Just giving my beloved a worthy accessory,” You grinned, watching as his face flushed and one hand removing its grip on his book to drift upwards to fondly stroke the petals of the flower now helping ‘accessorize’ his face.

Frodo’s face bloomed with a fond smile as he shook his head, his mind still a bit foggy as he worked to give you a verbal response.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching as he sleepily nodded.

“The best accessory ever,” He murmured as he blinked a few more times to wake up.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm….” Frodo rubbed the sleep out of his eye. “I think I’ll need one everyday now,” He couldn’t help but tease.

Fin.

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・❥・ East ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌷 ꒱

Moodboard & Information credit: @moonlight1237

What East Looks like:

By: Ariel Nora/Bruna Nora

Her description, very tanned sun-kissed skin, sometimes looks like she's been out working hard on something or is perfectly clean and polished. Very fluid in her height, and weight sometimes skinny sometimes heavier but always well toned. Long curly hair typically black but sometimes a bronzen color, sometimes done up in a hair wrap/scarf or down. Frizzy lots of the time with flowers or sprigs of plants in it. Typically in a long/medium skirt or dress, occasionally armor is occupied with the outfit. Her ears are commonly the ears of a deer. A sweet but commanding energy very caring, and patient, very quick to respond through clairaudience. Her eyes are a golden ring that fades into a molten copper and brown color. Her lips are darker than her skin tone and she has a thicker top lip. Her nose and ears were pierced but the jewelry and placement sometimes changed, she had a larger nose and her eyes squint a little, a very warm energy.

Palance, Residence:

Ruling, Domain:

Battle/War, Revolutions, Revolting, Activism, Agriculture, Gardening, Cycle of life and death, she has an association with the Working Class and the people in that class

Correspondences:

Days of the Week:

Thursday is ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance, expansion, and good fortune. Jupiter is the ruler of sagittarius which East is associated with. Jupiter's energy can be used to see, and go beyond the horizon through travel, education, and spiritual pursuits. Take a class online about a subject your passionate in, or a class devoted for East (could be on gardening, indoors or outdoors, or art). Volunteer at a soup kitchen, an animal rescue, local charities, and nonprofits in your community.

Saturday is ruled by Saturn, the planet of commitment and responsibility. With structure comes success, and it's possible to move towards out of reach achievements, or even attain them. It requires diligent work, which East appreciates. Saturdays can be for resting, but also for a practical approach. Having the free time you need, but also the ability to work on. It needs a discipline, but also a deeper understanding of oneself. Depending on your individual needs if a Saturday is a day of rest, then take that time. Organizing, preparing for the week to come, clearing your to-do list as well.

Special Days:

Equinoxes; particularly Vernal

24th of June

6th of May

9th of each month

Solar Eclipses

Strawberry moon

Buck moon

Sturgeon moon

Elements:

Earth, Water, Light

Numbers:

2, 4, 10, 16, 20

2- partnerships, long lasting friendships, balance and peaceful golden periods, deep connections to others, intuition and empathy.

4- strength, working life, stability and strong foundations of life, hardy determination.

10- new beginnings, cycles, growth, independent working style.

16- leadership, independence, intuition, intelligence.

20- new beginnings, abundance, unity, compassion, diplomatic, inner strength, Communication skills.

Colors:

Pastel Yellow

All shades of Green

Light Pink

Deep blue

Copper

All shades of brown

Gold

Planet:

Earth - for her connection with earth, soil, ground, water, life. She is an advocate for Earth, and its beauty. Take some time and appreciate the beauty in your surrounding location, and be the change you want to see. Plant native wildflowers, plant flowers for pollinators, even better plant native wildflowers that help pollinators in your area.

Venus - the planet ruling Taurus and Libra, representing love and money. This planet concerns itself with love, romance, harmony, friendships, unions (business, wedding), attracting people, the arts (music, dance, drama, literature), finding the beauty in this world, personal possessions, and finances

Zodiac Signs:

Sagittarius, Taurus

Animals:

Deer

Foxes

Horses

Elk

Plants, Fruits, Flora:

Calendula

Sunflowers

Wheat

Clovers

Lily of the valley

Hibiscus

Cornflowers

Essential oils/incense:

Lavender

Musky scents

Spruce

Citrus and orange

Eucalyptus

Spearmint

Earthly scents

Spicy scents

Cinnamon

Crystals:

Moss agate

Peach moonstone

Black Tourmaline

Tree agate

Bumblebee jasper

Ocean jasper

Red jasper

Lava rock

Tigers eye

Red tigers eye

Calcite (any)

Carnelian

Quartz family

Divination associations:

Tarot:

Calendula three of fire (Herbcrafter's deck)

The High Priestess

Strength

The Empress

Ace of Pentacles

Runes:

Dagaz

Sowulo

Gebo

Family:

History, Mythology:

Epithets:

Offering & Devotional Acts:

Anything from nature (taken with respect) flowers, plants, sticks, rocks, etc

Animal bones, pelts, etc (Ethically sourced)

Ethical/respectful hunting

Going for walks

Making herbriums

Making terrariums

Making flower crowns and wreaths

Cleaning up trash and pollution from parks, ditches, walking paths, etc

Sitting outside and meditating

Growing a garden/flowers

Drying flowers

Meditation with East

Honey/Honeycomb

Homemade baking/cooking

Wine/ sweet mead

Natural juices with little artificial sugars

Gold colored jewelry

Imagery of things/animals associated with her

Planting native wild flowers in your yard/home

Respecting nature and wildlife around you

Making art of the nature near your home/ favorite places

Making art of her

Standing up for yourself/ causes that matter to you

Yard work/ house work

Greeting elemental/land/plant spirits when entering somewhere

Learning how to protect yourself

Embroidery / knitting/ crochet /sewing

Self-care

Healing workings

Abundance workings

Protection workings

House plants

Letting sunlight into your home

Flowery perfumes/lotions/scents

Caring for your community/family

Work on inner child healing and confidence

Sun water/moon water/ storm water

Feeding stray animals in your area if you can

Embracing yourself

Making natural soaps/lotions/oils

Thrifting clothing and making it your own

Chocolate

Coffee

Tea/ herbal teas

Piercings

Learn about your culture and heritage

Learning languages you enjoy/feel connected to

Stay aware of the world around you

Grounding yourself regularly

Sitting on the floor more often (if you're able too)

Learning herbalism

Learning alchemy

Study the stars/astronomy

Study agriculture and how it connects to space and our planet

Watch the sunrise and the sunset

Wear colors associated to her

Read about science/archeological discoveries

Pay respect to ancestors and others who have past on and become one with our world and the other side

Bonfires

Dancing randomly and freely

Smile and give yourself a good laugh

Appreciate a warm/cool breeze

Dirt/soils

Learning about minerals

Embracing sexualities and orientations

Eating healthy

Fruits (Strawberries, apples, bananas, etc)

Vegetables (potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, etc)

Sun bathing

Star gazing

Horseback riding, trail riding, working on horsemanship

Feeding birds

Volunteering at shelters (if able)

Fostering animals (if able)

Altar Suggestions:

Candles with herbs or colors associated to her

Weaponry; swords, axes, knives, bows, arrows, etc

Beeswax candles

Flowers/plants

Flower crowns

Wreaths

Herbriums

Terrariums

Fairy lights

Imagery associated with her

Dryed plants/flowers

Handmade bracelets/anklets

Charms

Mirrors

Headscarves

Divination tools

Herbalism/astrology/science books

Gardening tools

Candle holders

Offering plates/bowls/cups

Incense holders

Oil diffusers

Tapestries

Flags

Crystals

This is all the information we have on East

Signing off, Ghost ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

#East #Cardinal #The Way of the Fellowship #May the path guide you East

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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A new chance- Emmett (AQP2) Part 2

Emmett- Cillian Murphy’s role in movie A quiet place 2

Miniseries master list

Request by anon and I already had a similar idea.

✨Sorry this took me a while to update, I wanted this part to be perfect, and I hope you like what I’m trying to portray.

A/N: all the natural medicine references you read here are real, plants and herbs have a incredible properties but like I said in the last part, go to an specialist.

You didn’t know how much you needed a hug like that until you shared it with Emmett the previous night, you were lost in the embrace, lost in the comfort and you couldn’t believe the way it was bringing you back into life.

By the way he stopped you when you tried to break the embrace, you could tell that he needed that as much as you did. It was a reset for the both of you after all you’ve been through.

“Good morning.” He took you by surprise as you were lost in thoughts looking at window, but not even paying attention to anything around.

“Oh, hey… how are you feeling?” He looked so fresh from the shower.

“Y/N?”

Emmett turned around to find a man holding a teenager.

“Roger come in, what is it?”

“Lily had fever last night and this morning she mentioned she feels pressure in her ear.”

“Help her lie down on the couch for me, I’ll be back in a second.” You walked to the checkup room to get some of the plants hanging from the shelves you used to dry them.

“Alright Lily this might be a little uncomfortable but soon you’ll feel better, I just need to see if you’ve an infection.” You tried to explain the girl and went on to check her ear, thankfully it was an external infection, the bacteria were around the ear canal, so no internal damage was done. “Roger feel free to grab some coffee or tea, and don’t worry, this should come off in five days max.”

“Thanks Doc, you always know what to do.” The redhead man smiled and offered Emmett a cup of coffee. “You’re a local hero, the people of the island are waiting impatiently to meet you.”

“Oh please, don’t.” Emmett groaned.

“Roger come over so you can look, you’ll use a clean cloth or cotton ball and rub in the external part of Lily’s ear with this oil, three times a day, you need to be careful so it won’t get inside of her ear.”

“Smells funny, finally all the teens in the island will stay away from you shining star.”

“Dad!” Lily rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry about the smell, it will be gone soon. It’s the garlic in the mixture.”

“What’s this Y/N?” Roger asked full of curiosity.

Y/N gave Emmett a small smile first, he watched them from the kitchen counter in silence. “Smashed garlic, wild indigo and calendula.”

“I’ll bring you some new chairs and a bed for your patients, thanks Doc.” He had excellent carpentry skills. He actually made the shelves you needed to hang the branches upside down.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Lily hugged you and looked in Emmett’s direction.

“See you around.” You waved them goodbye and walked back into the kitchen. “Don’t even start about the garlic.” You warned Emmett, who raised his hands.

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Of course not… let me take a look at your leg.”

“It’s looking good, just the wound is a bit itchy today and I know I shouldn’t be touching it.”

He couldn’t deny the admiration he had been developing towards the excellent human being and doctor you were.

But was that just all?

It was hard to tell, you had a long list of qualities that he had been discovering recently.

“I can give you something for that.”

Emmett took a seat and smiled. “Is this another magic potion of yours?”

You had to laugh at that. “It’s not magic, it’s nature.” Throwing your hair over your shoulder to keep it away from your face, he found lavender filling the air he breathed.

“I’ve to admit I had a hard time believing you, but now I know two things; one you do it from the heart and two, this really helps people.”

“There’s no reason to lie about this.” Taking the cup, he was offering you, you thanked him.

He raised his eyebrows at your comment. “There are a lot of charlatans out there.”

“They really don’t know the healing properties of the plants, and they do it for the money.”

Emmett looked at the window and he found two kids looking inside, as soon as they realized that he saw them, giggling they hurried up to go down, then he saw the top of their heads moving until his eyes met theirs and they tried to hide one more time. They must’ve been around his son’s age.

Straightening once you applied the mix to his leg, you found Emmett watching you, for a brief moment, your eyes locked in his and the world stopped, no words needed to be said at that moment. The intensity of the eye contact was broken a few seconds later though since one of the kids outside accidentally broke the flower pot. Breaking away your conection with Emmett as well. Excusing yourself, you went to the kitchen to prepare the plants and herbs, separating the leaves from the branches, you took out the morter to smash them until they were turned into a powder, to fill the glass containers then.

As you were carrying the ointments for your patients, Emmett knocked on the door to ask if he could use a notebook or a piece of paper and a pencil.

“Second drawer next to the sink.” You answered him moving your eyes from his.

“Thank you.” It looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he left the room leaning on the crutch for support.

Walking back into the room where he was first brought in, Emmett found the notebook and pencil, but another book as well. There were endless notes about illness found in the eyes that he couldn’t stop reading as he found the book open with a pen in the middle and a half written sentence, the previous page had your name at the end as well as the rest of them. There were detailed descriptions of the conditions you had found in the people living in the island, you mentioned spots, bleeding in the eye, seeing flashes or white spots and even cancer was mentioned. Thinking of the piece of valuable information he just found out, he put the book back into its place.

Then, he took the notebook and pencil and walked next to the window to take a seat to draw his son, he needed it because he felt like every time he didn’t do it, he would start forgetting about him. Now, he understood your pain, the emptiness in your eyes, as he started drawing his son’s nose, he realized in every person you saved, you could see your daughter’s face screaming back at you why it couldn’t be her instead of them?

And he knew… because he felt the same way.

His heart was still processing what his mind already knew; he would never see his boy smile again or play outside.

These waves of sadness was something he was familiar with now, he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking if his son, that he would still be alive if he had tried better.

Sometimes he could even hear his voice in his dreams and some days, he thought he might be forgetting about him. This was the reason why he started drawing him, forcing his mind to remember the shape of his nose or the freckles he had. But at the same time, deep down he knew it didn’t allow him to move on.

The only photo he had left of his son was back in the bunker, so he could only rely on his memory and by drawing him over and over, he made sure to not forget about him.

But as he tried to draw his features, Emmett found himself struggling to start.

Was his son’s face starting to fade away in his mind? Would he be able to keep the memory of his features for the rest of his life? Would he ever be able to let him go?

He didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. He could only feel the pain.

Frustrated and cursing internally, Emmett decided to lock himself in his room.

Oblivious to what was tormenting his soul, most of the morning went by quickly between checkups, taking notes, changing bandages and taking care of your patients.

Later that day you started to help one of your patients to stand up for the first time.

“How are you feeling Zachary?”

“Like I could run a marathon sweetheart.”

Giggling, you wrapped an arm carefully around his back to support part of his weight. “Let’s do baby steps first.”

“So do I have to ask you formally on a date before asking you to marry me?”

Frowning you shook your head. “And how will your wife feel about that?”

“You know how to ruin the fun.”

“Hello?” A tall man walked inside the house.

“How can I help you?”

“I’m here to see one of your patients, he saved my nephew’s life.” He was carrying a bucket and a box.

Announcing you were going to call Emmett, you invited him to get comfortable in the living room. As Emmett had been feeling better, that morning you helped him to move to one of the rooms in order to be alone instead of staying with the rest of the patients that had a more serious condition.

But as you opened the door and called for him at the same time, you saw him jump and hide something in an angry motion.

“You should’ve knocked first Y/N!”

“Sorry… just wanted to let you know there’s someone here asking to see you.”

Hurt by his tone, you decided to go out. Suddenly Emmett turned into someone else and had been in his room most part of the day, he didn’t even eat when you offered him some food.

The pain in your chest tightened when you closed your eyes for a moment. Why were you trying so hard with him? You wanted him to let you in, but his cold and hostile attitude made you feel hurt because in the last couple of days he had been the opposite; he was kind and tried to help you around as much as he could, interrupting him shouldn’t be a big deal to snap at you like that.

But mostly you wondered why had he been trying to get close to you as well to treat you bad at the first chance?

One moment his deep blue eyes were looking at you intensely and the next second he was looking at the floor and raising his voice. The poor trees were paying off your anger as you took the branches of leaves you needed with more force than necessary.

You shouldn’t allow him to be close to you in the first place, no. He was able to stand up and walk now, so you would request him to be transferred to the single male side of the properties first thing in the morning. But as you were discussing your own thoughts about Emmett, the sky was lit up by lighting and you took that as your cue to return to the clinic.

You felt completely alone, because the same day you saw your daughter being dragged and killed by a creature, unable to protect her, your husband went missing too.

Walking through the pouring rain you let it wash away the tears falling from your eyes, some days it was a bit too much.

“Where have you been? You can’t just leave like that Y/N.”

“Well… I just did.” Your shoes were soaked just like your hair and clothes.

“I was going to go out and find you.”

Shocked by his words, you decided to soften your tone. “It’s been a while since we got some rain.” You announced as you entered the clinic after being out collecting some plants.

“You’re going to catch a cold, Y/N.” Emmett approached you with a light blanket and a towel in his hands, after taking the basket from your hands, he wrapped it around your shoulders.

Your body shivered, but you weren’t sure if it was because of the rain or the way he was looking at you.

Emmett cleared his throat and instructed you to get comfortable on the couch while he was starting the kettle. A couple of minutes later, he was offering you some hot chocolate while the two of you could hear the rain pattering gently against the windows.

“Thanks.” Taking a sip, you decided to look down, not willing to take another round of rudeness from him.

“A group of women stopped by while you were out and brought a lot of things, like a couple of chocolate mix powder and also I got a shaving kit.” He offered trying to make a small talk.

“Emmett… this constant change of attitude, it’s a bit confusing, I don’t know if I say o-or do something and you’re going to shut me down.”

He knew, and he couldn’t apologize enough for his attitude towards you.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that… I’ve been struggling with the grief over my son.”

“I understand… do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He rushed to answer, but he soon realized he was acting like before, so he tried a softer tone. “I mean not right now, I can’t do that.” Sadness was overshadowing the light in his eyes.

Nodding you assured him: “That’s understandable.”

Silence filled the room until he spoke again a couple of seconds later.

“But you could tell me more about Maddie…” You then found kindness in his eyes, as he sat next to you by the window. “If you want.”

A bittersweet feeling swept all over you as you remembered your little girl. “She was so sweet, she wanted to be a chef.”

“Did you guys cook together?”

You smiled at the memories you and Maddie made in the kitchen. Taking a sip of the hot chocolate, you shared with Emmett: “Every weekend we would try out a new recipe from my cookbook. She wanted to be involved in everything, she asked about the process, why we had to disinfect certain foods, how long it would take it to be ready…”

Your fingers were playing around the handle of the mug.

“What did she look like?”

After a loud sigh, you placed the empty mug on the table. “Her nose was short and little turned up at the end, I loved her rosy cheeks, one day she found a picture of me when I was her age and I had bangs, so she begged for weeks until I found her in front of the mirror with scissors one day and I didn’t have another choice but help her do her bangs, when we went out to the grocery store, she stopped every stranger she found to announce she just got bangs.” Looking outside the sky was pouring. “She had this heart shaped face… and the most beautiful eyes.” The tears filling your eyes. “They were exactly like yours, same ocean color.”

Emmett was taken aback by your confession, it was written all over his face.

Touched by your story and your pain, his arms wrapped around your back and head to pull you into another hug.

This time, you were tired of trying to be strong, tired of pretending everything was alright. You weren’t alright. Unable to control the tears and sobs coming from the deepest part of your soul, you let Emmett hold you tight, his hands running up and down your back, whispering soothing words of comfort in your ear.

You could feel his heartbeat, or maybe it was yours… but as you pulled apart from Emmett’s embrace, his hands held your face close to his.

And a little light sparkled, a little ray of sunshine appeared out of nowhere.

Emmett couldn’t remember the last time he felt his heartbeat like that, the feeling that it could come off from his chest any second.

After all the pain of losing his wife and son he never thought he would find someone who would make him take a second look, he never thought he would ever feel anything at all. But when he realized you were gone that day because of the way he treated you he wished he could walk properly without the crutch to go after you.

His arms felt good around you, his warm breath on your face as he exhaled a shaky breath and his head tilted to the side. In silence his eyes were locked in yours, hypnotizing you.

When was the last time you got a kiss? You couldn’t remember the last time your face was caressed like that.

You closed your eyes and held your breath for a brief instant.

But nothing happened, his lips didn’t find yours. Instead you only felt his breeze fading away.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

Your body was left there shaking after you heard the door of his bedroom closing. With only the phantom of what could have been.

After pouring your heart and soul to him and now all you got was the tickling feeling of his rejection.

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A Bouquet of New Beginnings Ch. 17 "Calendula"

Floriography - Health & Trouble

[AO3]

Summary: A month into the new school year. Professor Weasley checks in on progress, and Poppy invites Artemis for some moonlight rescue.

Below is an excerpt of the chapter; full chapter can be viewed from AO3 link above.

The beds of green slowly shifted to red, gamboge, and brown to welcome autumn. Students brought out their warm cloaks and jumpers to welcome the cooler months ahead. This particular afternoon, Artemis sat across from the redhaired Deputy Headmistress in her office. Fresh cups of earl grey wafted their elegant steam as the snow-haired girl rested her hands, right over left, in her lap.

“Miss Loreley, thank you for coming to see me so quickly.”

“It was no trouble, Professor Weasley,” responded Artemis quickly. Her palm tingled from the slight rub of her thumb against the hidden scar.

“It’s been a little over a month since you’ve come to Hogwarts, and I wished to check in on your progress. May I see your Field Guide?”

Artemis dutifully pulled out the tome from her school bag with both hands.

“How have you been adjusting?” Professor Weasley asked as she began to flip through the pages.

“Well, ma’am.”

A perfect blend of bitter and sweet swirled her mouth with her tea.

“I’m glad. I was starting to worry, since you’ve shown up to breakfast only once.”

She swallowed; the liquid felt like molten lava. Her gaze fell to the liquid surface. Reflected back was her carefully neutral façade. The additional Glamour Charm hid the increasingly darkened under eye circles.

“I eat light in the mornings, Professor.”

“I see. Well, you certainly keep yourself busy. Hospital Wing volunteering, the Briar Greenhouse, and I’ve heard you’ve taken to extra broom lessons with Miss Reyes. Nurse Blainey has also expressed that you wish to undertake the next Asclepius Record.”

A small smile stretched the Deputy Headmistress’ lips. Artemis wondered if this woman had ears in every crevice of the school.

“Collectively, all the professors of the mind that you are rapidly catching up to your classmates. You’re making great progress. Well done.”

Artemis’ gaze moved toward the desk as another sip of earl grey glided down her throat.

“Professor, may I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

“The room I stayed in my first night… did it disappear?”

No matter how many times she’d passed by that hall, the door never reappeared. Professor Weasley lifted an eyebrow before she chuckled softly.

“I’d wondered when you were going to ask me. Frankly I’m surprised it took you as long as you did.”

Artemis gave a sheepish smile. “I wanted to make sure I’d not been mistaken.”

“Hm. Very well. Nurse Blainey did mention the lack of a… what was it… a Healing mannequin? Perhaps the Room will have it.”

“The… Room, Professor?”

The professor held the Field Guide toward her. “Yes. Come, I’ll show you.”

Artemis followed the Deputy Headmistress without hesitation; her heels clicked as the clumps of students parted the halls. Professor Weasley’s overwhelming presence dulled her own as she followed in the taller woman’s shadow. The seventh-floor corridor wasn’t far, and there were no students there.

“Now, walk past this wall three times, and focus on something you need. To make it simple, how about somewhere to focus on the Asclepius Record?” Professor Weasley suggested warmly and gestured her arm toward the hall.

Artemis began. To and fro, her soft treads barely made a noise on the castle floors. Her mind, however, went broader than the Asclepius Record. She needed somewhere that could offer her all the Healing texts available, including texts in the Restricted Section, for herself, for Professor Fig, for Henry, for Anne even. Somewhere to train her Healing magic. Somewhere to go that wasn’t the Witty Pear if she were ever hurt, but couldn’t raise Nurse Blainey’s suspicion.

A… clinic.

Slowly, a dark cherry wood door unfurled itself from the middle of the greyed brick, and Professor Weasley gave a noise of awe.

“Well done! I do have to say, I’d never seen a wooden door before. Go on in,” encouraged the professor.

The door opened inward to something akin to a hexagonal conservatory. Some sort of conjured sunlight warmed the room from the kinmokusei glass mosaic on the ceiling. Half of the walls were made of clear glass, and beyond was a glade that closely resembled her mother’s glade. The solid walls were painted a pale sky blue, two of them nearly covered by the dark cherry bookshelves full of every other Healing text possible – delightfully, in both English and Japanese. Two Healing training mannequins stood in the corner, where the floor was tiled unlike the rest a light English Oak.

An overly large desk with an overhead glass cabinet stood against another wall, filled with potion vials and other equipment. Hanging baskets hung on the sides, and she was pleasantly surprised the ones already filled contained dwarf roses, lavender, and mints. There was an interesting-looking quill with a bronze ink bottle that stood on the side of the desk under the soft lamp light.

Artemis breathed out in awe. “What is this place?”

“This is the Room of Requirement,” started Professor Weasley. “It’s a room that changes to fit the seeker’s needs. I requested for a comfortable bedroom for you to rest in your first night.

Now, you’ve made quite a canvas for yourself. A rather interesting Desk of Description as well.”

“Desk of Description?”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ve come across a few things you didn’t know what they were; whenever you do, place it here and it’ll tell you what the item is.”

“So, like the Information spell?” Artemis asked.

Professor Weasley nodded. “Yes, though much more powerful. I daresay you could use this space to catch up on your other studies as well. Perhaps take one of those training mannequins to Nurse Blainey?”

“I- yes, Professor, thank you.”

“Speaking of studies… I noticed that Professor Fig has put in a few requests for outdoor excursions,” started Professor Weasley. “He marked them as introducing you to the land’s history and learning to immerse yourself into wizarding communities. Now I must ask… is any of this related to what happened with the dragon attack?”

“Not at all, Professor,” lied Artemis smoothly.

A moment passed between the two before Professor Weasley gave a small, tired smile.

“I see. Now, I shall let you get acquainted with your space – you’re free to use this space as you please, though I do ask you continue to adhere to the school rules.”

“Yes Professor. Thank you, for trusting me with this.”

“You’re welcome. I did, after all, show you this on your first night; I’m sure you would’ve figured out the secret sooner rather than later. Use it well,” said Professor Weasley warmly.

Artemis nodded as she watched the redhead leave. Once the door shut, her shoulders slumped in relief. Lying had been necessary but it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She reached into the legside bag and pulled out the mysterious palm-sized box that she’d gotten from the bottom of the Black Lake. She couldn’t believe it’d been a full month since she’d picked this up.

Inside sat three, translucent stones, fashioned into ear pierces onto their velvet bed. The moment she touched one the stone changed colour until it was an iridescent blue-green with a silvery shimmer on the inside.

<<How odd,>> gasped out Artemis before she placed the box onto the desktop near the ink and bottle. Bronze runes lifted from seemingly nowhere as they encircled the box in a flurry before they coagulated into a piece of parchment where the quill wrote at a furious speed. Once it had been completed, she read the words scrawled in bronze ink.

Secret Sharer

Mid-Tier artefact, commonly used to communicate between individuals telepathically if they are within a half-mile radius. Once attuned, the stone will change to the colour of their magical core. Resets upon return.

Artemis hummed as she picked up the Secret Sharer box, and repocketed it. She supposed, on occasion, it paid to explore the lakebed. Perhaps she’d invite Richard again when he came back. Or Nerida now that they’ve started floating practise in an enlarged bathtub.

But for now, she had Healing texts to read, and a mannequin to practise on.

Her fingertips glided across the book spines until she found Duality of Healing Arts, and began to read. She’d been going to the Restricted Section on twice a week with Sebastian, and had been chipping away at its contents slowly. Now, she had the luxury of reading it at her own pace without the constant threat of Madam Scribner, Peeves, or any myriads of ghosts. The contents were not as Dark as she would’ve thought, considering where it had been located, but it did touch on the ‘other’ side of Healing arts – necromancy. Artemis scrunched her nose in distaste.

The dead should remain dead, rest from the life they’d been living.

A particular spell, however, caught her attention. She pulled the mannequin manual and tapped her wand on the rune she needed. Suddenly, the mannequin was heavily lacerated - the chicken blood flowed freely in abundance onto the tiled ground. She pointed her wand, aglow in soft green light, and attempted in a sing-song incantation.

“Vulnera Sanentur.”

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