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[hazelfoureyes]

before i never really interacted with blogs(cuz anxiety and very toxic friends had my tumblr, who ive gotten rid of now) but now i literally interact with every post bc of you, you are god and i will worship you, your smut is poetic af and has my legs SHAKING(.literally.)

i am ON MY KNEES❗

also, alastor and his rivals(vox or lucifer) x reader smut? like i know alastor would be petty asf and have them watch as he fucks the living out of their beloved, im curious, do you have any ideas regarding that?(cuz your ideas are delicious and im hungry for that)

You’ve left me speechless which is quite the accomplishment, Darling. I am just a little goblin! Or like the tooth fairy, but instead of teeth I take praise and instead of money I leave filthy smut 🥺 I am so glad you removed the toxic friends and are interacting more. 💖 you deserve better and your interactions are a joy. Thank you for brightening my day! I am so far away and yet you’ve got me blushing like a fool.

oooh yes okay so! Here’s some ideas 👀

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Energy for me is Lucifer: Here to please. Alastor: Here to win. I imagine Luci brings you to the hotel for Charlie’s Birthday party, already having a precious casual fling once or twice before. All the guests are there, everyone is dancing and drinking and having a good time. Alastor notices how you call him Luci, how Lucifer cant keep his cool when you lean closer to him when you speak. Naturally, Alastor sees an opportunity to fuck with Lucifer so he asks for a dance. He is uncharacteristically sweet and loving, willing to do anything to get under the king of hell’s skin. He changes the music to something slow, holding you close he whispers in your ear during your dance, “How can any man maintain composure around you? I feel my manners slipping through my fingers every time you look my way.” When you leave the party to cool down, Alastor follows, finding you in an empty room trying to decompress. “Would you hate me if I kissed you? Be forewarned, once I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop…”

Lucifer walks in to see you absolutely melting under Alastor, lipstick smeared and face flushed. But Luci adores you, your pleasure is his pleasure and he’s compelled to stay and watch, even as Alastor makes you moan and scream his name. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” “Whose cock are you made for?” You’re reduced to incoherent babbling by the time Alastor is finished toying with Lucifer. Lucifer can’t take it anymore and finds himself crawling onto the bed to swallow your moans and shower you in praise.

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I can see Vox bringing his beloved personal assistant to an overlord meeting for note taking, and Alastor notices your glances to him. Vox adores you, and is always on his best behavior around you to impress you. Alastor waits for you outside of Vee Tower that night for a “chance run in”. “What luck! Allow me to buy you a drink, as a welcome to hell.” Charms you as any good southern boy could, and suggests you both go back to your office for privacy. Knowing full well Vox has cameras all over the office, Alastor fucks Vox’s assistant on his desk while maintaining eye contact with the massive collection of screens there. Vox catches sight of this while skimming through the feeds but can’t break away from the video. Alastor keeps your back to the displays while bouncing you on his cock, smirking at Vox the entire time as he leans back on his desk chair. Vox is seething and finally rushes to his office to find Alastor gone and you lying on your back, still out of breath and cum dripping onto the desk.

Vox keeps you, but gets rid of the desk. He can’t let Alastor have the satisfaction of making him lose his prized employee. For weeks after, while zoning out in board meetings, his screen flashes images of Alastor smirking from over your shoulder as you ride him. He’s entirely unaware that it’s happening and everyone is too scared to tell him.

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[sugarybisous]

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ROUTINE FOR SMOOTH HYDRATED SKIN:

1. the first thing i do is dry brush, you might not be able to tell the difference in the beginning but you will after and especially after consistent use.

2. the next thing i do is shower like normal and use shower tools to really help clean my skin whether it’s an exfoliating glove, wash cloth, loofah, exfoliating wash net,etc…(i recommend an exfoliating glove and wash net for a deeper wash and for extra smooth skin as well you will definitely notice a difference in the texture of your skin after!) i also of course use the two body washes i listed above, the salicylic acid one first then the multi-oil body wash after.

3. the thing that seals the deal…a body oil! yes you are going to use it right after you shower with water still dripping on your skin! (i pat very little water off my body so im not sopping wet reaching over for my body oil) but the water is the key into locking in the moisture when you rub the body oil in the water will be absorbed into your skin and you will not be soaking wet anymore, and the way your skin will feel after? SOOOO SMOOTH!!

after this i like to still layer on my smells through body lotions, body mists and perfumes because these have zero to little fragrance to them

the body oil i use is the palmers coconut body oil which is very affordable going under $10 i believe and this brand has been very good to my skin as well i love their coconut line. and another affordable drug-store body oil is the neutrogena one both unscented and scented i don’t have it personally (which will probably change soon tbh) but ive smelled and felt it in person before and loved it.

this routine gets my skin nice and smooth every time im soo obsessed, i hope this helps! ♡

xo

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[slusheeduck]

For Want Of A Wish

[I][II][III]

IV. Revel

As they passed through the crossing, they were immediately enrobed in the golden sunlight that seemed to drip through the trees. They both had a moment of wonder, before Astarion remembered himself and dove for the nearest shade. He pressed his back against a tree, brows creasing as he realized he was stuck.

“Gods, I forget how beautiful it…Love?” Falerin broke from his reverie, looking around until he found where Astarion had tucked himself away. He stepped around, still bathed in sunlight—the deep red of his hair was brightened in the light, with streaks of silver threaded through, as he tilted his head to look at him. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know if you recall this, dearheart, but I am, in fact, a vampire,” Astarion hissed. “Or did you think we only went out at night for fun once the Absolute business was over?”

Falerin blinked, and his eyes widened. “Oh, oh! Oh, you think…this isn’t real.”

“I beg your fucking pardon.”

Falerin shook his head, then waved around them. “All of…this. It’s not real sunlight. I mean, I suppose it is, but it doesn’t work like ours. It’s always like this.” He wrinkled his nose, trying to think of the best way to explain it. “Here, let me show you.” He held out his hand for Astarion’s.

Astarion looked down at it, then back up at him. “Did you ever learn cure wounds?” he asked dryly.

“No, but we won’t need it. Just trust me.”

Astarion frowned, weighing his options, before he finally gave a sigh and set his hand in Falerin’s. “If I burn…”

“You won’t.” Slowly, Falerin pulled Astarion’s hand forward, into the sunlight. Astarion grimaced and shut his eyes, waiting for the burn he knew all too well. But it…never came—there wasn’t even so much as a prickle. He opened his eyes, staring at his pale skin, bright and unmarked in the sunlight. He blinked, releasing Falerin’s hand to hold it up.

“Gods. You were right,” he said, voice soft. The longer his hand stayed in the sun, the more he realized that it did feel…different than what he remembered from three years ago. It wasn’t warm, or cold, or…anything, really. Somehow, it felt more like an artificer’s lamp—effective, but inorganic. But even so, it was more sunlight than he’d dared to hope for in years, so he was hardly going to complain.

He stepped out into the sunlight, glancing over to catch Falerin staring at him. He returned the stare with his own curious look. “What?”

To his surprise, Fal’s face split into a grin. “I’d forgotten how beautiful you look in the daylight,” he said, voice soft and odd eyes bright. “It suits you.” He laughed. “All the more reason to get that Wish.”

Astarion gave his own little smile, mouth staying firmly shut. Best not spoil anything by blurting his plan now. He looked around them, now able to properly take in their surroundings. “Is this the Court?”

“Mm? Oh, no, no, the Court’s a way off. Well, probably. It…moves.” Fal picked his way back out to the little road, Astarion close behind.

“What do you mean ‘it moves’?” the vampire asked, any wonder suddenly evaporating.

“Well, her Court never stays in one place. I assume it’s still close by—it hasn’t been very long since I was here, in their time, but…” Fal shrugged, having the audacity to look unbothered. “Someone will be able to point us there.”

Astarion stood still, staring hard at Falerin. He finally looked away, taking a very deep breath as he brought his hands together. “So. You’re telling me, darling, dearheart, beloved, light of my life, Falerin Glais, that your plan for the two of us, is to wander around an entirely different realm until someone is nice enough to give directions to a fey court that could be on the other side of the Feywild for all we know?” His voice had steadily risen through the last half of the sentence, breaking on “Feywild,” but even so, Falerin didn’t look any less confident. In fact, he smiled as he reached for Astarion’s hand.

“Look,” he said, voice quiet as he wrapped both warm hands around Astarion’s, “it’s like I said. This place is…it was my home for a long time. I know how it works, and I know how to get us where we need to go. And…” He tilted his head back and forth. “My patron is…she has a lot of sway here. One look at this…” He tapped just beneath his violet eye. “…and I guarantee every fey will know exactly where we’re going. Trust me?” Falerin bit his lip, looking over Astarion’s face, then nodded back behind him. “Portal’s still open. We can still leave.”

Astarion’s mouth stayed in a hard line, and he glanced back over his shoulder. The portal was indeed still open, a perfect circle of mundane darkness amidst the impossible vibrance of the Feywild. It was tempting, scurrying back to the shadows and hoping for an easier way to fix things. But if he’d clawed his way this far after two hundred years, he wasn’t about to get back to it now. He took a breath, then looked back to Falerin.

“Well, I’ve trusted you this far, mad as you are,” he finally said. “Suppose I can manage a bit farther.”

Fal gave him a wide smile, squeezing his hand before he let go to turn and start walking. “I actually think you’ll like it here, once we get to the Court. Obviously I don’t think we should move in or anything, but…well, you can already see, it’s unlike anywhere else.”

Astarion looked overhead. Despite the golden light filtering down to them, there didn’t seem to be a source for the light. It just...was. No shadows either, now that he was looking—granted, he couldn’t go by his own. But each leaf of the trees around them were perfectly lit, creating an odd lack of depth in the world around them. Beautiful, yes, but…not quite right. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

“Ah! Hang on, before we go any farther, here.” Falerin suddenly stopped, reaching up to grab two of the perfectly lit leaves from an overhead branch. He held one out to Astarion. “Here, you’ll want this.”

Astarion took it, looking it over. “What, is it…currency here?” He grinned as he spun it between his fingers. “Trading leaves and dewdrops for…” He looked up just in time to see Falerin shove the whole leaf in his mouth. “…couldn’t wait thirty seconds before being an absolute weirdo, could you, love?”

Falerin nodded at him as he chewed. “Go on, eat yours.”

“You know, I’m really regretting what I just said about trusting you. I think I’ll pass.”

Falerin shook his head as he swallowed. “No, no, it’s…it’s essential. I promise it is. You know fairy food, how it’s enchanted?” As Astarion nodded, he continued, “Well, it is. But the first thing you eat here makes you immune to future enchantments. Most people, of course, have the cakes or wine or whatever, and they get enchanted. But if you have a leaf, stick, flower—you know, anything recognizable that’s from here specifically, you’ll be able to have whatever you want without any issue.”

Astarion stared at him, then back down at his leaf. “Well, then, isn’t it lucky I don’t have to eat? And that includes leaves.” He tucked it in one of his many hidden pockets, then waved his hand. “I’ll just drink from…” He paused. “Do…do the things here have blood?”

Falerin thought for a moment, squinting hard at the ground. “I…they must. They must. I mean, I’ve never seen for myself, but they’re…” He trailed off. “Well, it might not even be an issue!” He started walking again. “When I came before, my illness, my aging, all of that seemed to stop. I don’t recall being particularly hungry or thirsty, really, so…it may be a non-issue, especially since you drank from me last night. And everything should be paused for me now, so you’ll be able to drink from me again if you need.”

“Mm.” That did…not sound like a solid plan, but it wasn’t like Astarion had anything better to offer. He took a couple quick steps to catch up to Falerin, looping his arm through his again—this realm was getting increasingly strange, just listening to Fal talk about it, and a bit of grounding never hurt anyone. They kept an easy pace; there was no real rush, after all, and the…day? night? was young, and there seemed to be no threats ahead.

After a while, Astarion glanced to Falerin. “So how did you get here the first time?”

“Crossroad, same one we came through.”

“Yes, yes, but…what did you do? You know, like the flute playing.” Astarion paused. “How did you show your heart?”

Falerin’s mouth twitched up into a little smile. “I sang.”

Astarion snorted before he could stop himself, and he quickly covered his mouth. “Sorry. I’m sorry, love. I just…I’ve heard you sing, and it’s…” He tried to think of the kindest way to put it. “I can think of many other strengths that would suit you better.”

Falerin let out a soft little laugh. “I’m terrible, you can say it.”

“Zel’s yowling for breakfast is more melodic, darling, I’m sorry.”

Falerin nodded, staying quiet for a moment as he stared down at the road. “I didn’t used to be,” he said quietly, but he left it there.

Astarion watched him for a moment as they walked, trying to decipher the odd, almost wistful look on his face. But ultimately, he also left it there. He sighed, tilting his head to rest against Fal’s as they walked.

“If you had to do that song and dance again, no pun intended, I think you’d really impress the Guardian with your lacework.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm. You know Adrina, the dragonborn who commissioned a wedding dress that I begged for your help on? She adored the lace. Thought it was the best part.”

“You’re flattering me.”

“I’m not! Please, like I would ever voluntarily say something outshone my embroidery.” Astarion paused. “Which, for the record, my embroidery on that dress was also stunning.”

Falerin laughed, and Astarion relaxed. There, a bit of normalcy in a terribly strange place—that made things much better. And, from experience, a bit of laughter always made the vast, overwhelming first steps of a journey that much easier to take.

~

While there seemed to be no sun, the daylight began giving way to twilight, gold shifting to pinks and blues as they traveled on. Like the last time Fal had been here, the path had been pleasant thus far, with no threats lingering close by. Astarion had even lost a bit of his natural wariness, and they chatted as if they were walking down to the night market.

Eventually, though, it was clear they would have to make camp. Falerin sighed as he set down his pack. He’d hoped they’d find someone before now, but it looked like it was just them. He sat down on a rock, brow furrowing as he thought. “It certainly is interesting here,” Astarion said, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back. “I hardly feel like we’ve walked much at all. Of course, now that I say that out loud, I’m worried that we’ve hardly made any progress.” He looked behind him, searching for the portal; it was nowhere to be found. He gave a pleased little huff, then looked back to Falerin. “Are you doing all right, darling?”

“Mm? Oh, yes. Not as well as I did with the tadpole, but I’m all right.” Falerin leaned forward, mouth pressed against his hand as he thought. “We may have to go off the path tomorrow. I thought we’d find someone by now—I’ll admit, it has me a little worried that we’re farther off than I thought…but that doesn’t make sense.”

“Darling, when has any part of our adventures made sense?” Astarion asked, digging out his sleeping roll. “We fought a giant brain with a squid-faced hero of old as an ally…or, well, whatever it was doing. A sparsely populated wood is far from abnormal.” He unrolled the mat, then looked off into the wood, squinting. “Oh, hello.”

Falerin followed his gaze. “What?”

“We may not be alone after all. I spy a light.” Astarion leaned down and pointed through the trees. Sure enough, a golden glow filtered through the leaves against the darkening surroundings. Falerin got up to move closer to Astarion, tilting his head curiously as he listened. From where they crouched, the tinkling sound of laughter was carried by the soft breeze, along with the heady smell of flowers and something sweet that was nearly familiar, but not quite.

He bit his lip, tugging it to the side as he studied the shifting shadows and laughter. He glanced at Astarion, who tilted his head.

“Should we go?” the vampire whispered. “Do you think it’s safe?”

“It’s definitely Court fairies, though I’m not sure with who,” Falerin whispered back. “But I’d wager Spring Court—that’s where my patron’s from.” He tilted his head back and forth, then looked at Astarion and shrugged. “It’s either trying our luck with them, or wandering around tomorrow. I’d say we should try.”

Astarion nodded, silently moving back to gather up his bedroll. He didn’t say anything, but the unspoken I’m trusting you hung heavy between them. Once he’d gathered his things and brought Falerin’s pack over, they quietly made their way toward the light.

They found a clearing not far into the forest, and that’s where the laughter and light was coming from. The two of them slipped around the trees to get a better look. There were two fey—wispy, pale things, feminine in appearance with long tendrils of white hair, frothy shifts that looked as though they were woven from the morning mist, and large silver eyes that sparked with something much more wild than anything in mortal eyes. They’d arranged a picnic, it looked like, with delicate little cakes, sandwiches, and other dainty foods that certainly wouldn’t be seen at a standard Neverwinter tea. Each fey had a goblet in their hands, with wine so sweet Falerin and Astarion could smell it from where they hid. The two laughed at some untold joke, but one suddenly stopped, starry eyes wide.

“Oh, oh, Fionnula,” she whispered, reaching to grasp the other fey’s arm. “I think we have company.” She gasped, excited. “Mortal company, even.”

“Mortal company? Oh, Fiadh, how exciting!” Fionnula hopped up to her feet, so lightly she looked as though she floated upward. “Come on out, mortals! Oh, we won’t hurt you—and you must know we can’t lie!”

Fiadh got up as well, flittering around the camp. As she came near where Astarion and Falerin crouched, Fal caught sight of Astarion’s hand starting to go for his knife. He reached over to grab his wrist, shaking his head. Before he could say anything, though, one of the fey popped her head out from between the trees, sending a bright smile at them.

“Fionnula, I found them!” she called, then reached for Falerin’s hands. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and she pulled him up to his feet without much effort. “Oh, you mustn’t spend the night there, silly! Come, join our revel! It’s a small one, but still plenty of fun!”

“Don’t touch me,” Falerin heard Astarion snap as Fionnula came over to pull him into the clearing. He tensed, worried he might have offended her, but she merely laughed.

“Oh, no need for that, mortal!” she trilled, practically dancing him to the little set-up. “We’re kin, you know! I can tell by your lovely ears and your pretty face—you’ve fey-blood in you!”

“This one does, too, though much, much less—his ears aren’t nearly so lovely.” Fiadh’s fingers traced curiously over Falerin’s ear, and she tilted her head as she looked at his face. The hand found its way to his violet eye, delicate fingers pushing his lids open to look it over. “Ohh, I know who you belong to,” she said with a knowing smile as she released him.

Despite the manhandling, Falerin perked up. “You do? Can you tell me where her Court’s moved to, then?”

“Oh, yes yes yes, but not until you’ve reveled with us!” She looked back in alarm as Fionnula let out a little shriek of laughter, not unlike a child who’d been startled by something. Falerin just caught sight of her pushing up Astarion’s lips, and she danced back quickly as he snapped his teeth at her instinctively.

“Fiadh, Fiadh, come here! This one…oh, he’s so cold, and his teeth are so sharp!”

Fiadh fluttered her way over to Astarion, reaching out to grab his hand despite his best efforts to back away. “Oh, he is! He’s so frightfully cold. Do you need warming, kin?”

“I don’t need anything,” Astarion hissed at her, trying to tug his arm back.

“You see? Oh, but look at his teeth. Do you think he’s dead? I think he’s dead!” Fionnula said in a half-whisper.

“He can’t be dead. He’s far too handsome. He looks like us!”

“Oh, he does, he does. But the eyes are all wrong.”

“The eyes are all wrong. Oh, but maybe the rest of him’s all right.” Fiadh’s hands traveled to Astarion’s collar, trying to work the stays, while Fionnula set to his shoulders. Astarion had frozen up, eyes wide and teeth still bared—no magic, not that Falerin could see, but rather indecision on whether he was going to go somewhere a million realms away or bite off one of the fey’s hands.

Well, Falerin wouldn’t let either of those happen. It was time to intervene.

“Fionnula, Fiadh,” he said brightly, getting their attention back on him as he stepped forward. “My beloved there is certainly flattered by your attention, but…well, he’s not familiar with this realm, and you may be overstepping a bit. We’re not mad, of course, but…it can read as a bit rude.”

The word “rude” sent a visible shiver through both fey as they gasped, and they simultaneously stepped back from Astarion. There was the barest bit of relaxing in the stiff line of his shoulders and the set of his jaw—crisis averted.

“Oh, we didn’t mean to be rude,” Fionnula said.

“You’re just so pretty, we couldn’t help it!” Fiadh added, anxiously combing her fingers through her hair.

“I hear that more often than you’d think,” Astarion said weakly. He took a breath, composing himself. “But th—” He caught sight of Falerin firmly shaking his head. “…I’m grateful that you’ve given me a bit of space.”

There was a time, not too long ago, when Astarion had to be coached through saying thank you. This was a bit of a pleasant reminder of how far he’d come, really—not that Falerin would say anything about that.

“Oh, but we’re terrible hosts. Terrible hosts! Let’s make it better.” Fionnula took Astarion’s hand again, but only to guide him over to the set up. Fiadh beckoned Falerin over to join them, which he did. “We’ve brought such lovely things with us, and we’re all too glad to share.”

From thin air, it seemed, two glasses of wine materialized in Fiadh’s hands, and she pushed one each into Astarion and Falerin’s palms. “Here, do drink this. We’ll have a lovely time together.”

There was the too-sweet smell—fairy wine. Even if it had been a while since Falerin had seen it, he could remember the effects all too well. The haziness, the looseness…drinking fairy wine was an essential part of a revel, and while Falerin couldn’t remember most of what happened when he’d drunk it, he could always remember waking the next morning, sick and sore and untangling himself from whatever fey had wanted to play the night before.

But he’d warned Astarion, at least. So if they could play off not drinking it, they could… He glanced over as he caught a flash of silver, and he blanched as he watched Astarion, still stiff and wary, take a bracing sip, likely in an attempt to shake off the unwanted touches. The sip became a gulp, then two gulps—the whole glass was drained before Falerin could so much as say a word.

Oh shit.

Fionnula and Fiadh, however, seemed delighted. “There, look at him drink! Oh, we really must be kin. Shall we give you some more, pretty cold boy?”

“No,” Falerin said firmly, moving closer to Astarion. “I…I’m sorry. Your revel is lovely. But we have a meeting with…” He trailed off as he felt the entire weight of Astarion flop against him, breath catching as a hand, still clever even with the fairy wine, traced along his inner thigh.

“You…” Astarion slurred out, tilting his head up against Fal’s shoulder to look up at him from under his lashes. “…are so beautiful. Have I told you that lately, my love?” He tilted his head up, pointy chin resting on the half-drow’s shoulder. “Kiss me. Please kiss me. I think I may just die if you don’t.”

“You’re being dramatic,” Falerin muttered.

“Oh, no! Oh, kiss him, please!” Fionnula pleaded.

“Yes, he’s asked ever-so-nicely!” Fiadh added.

“Ever-so-nicely,” Astarion echoed with a hazy grin.

Falerin grimaced, but he finally leaned in for a quick peck. Astarion, though, had other plans; his hand buried in Falerin’s hair, and he expertly shifted them to press the length of their bodies together as he deepened the kiss, tongue tracing Fal’s full lips as he did. Falerin’s eyes widened, and he abruptly pulled his head back to gasp in a breath.

“This…this was lovely,” he said, voice shaking slightly as he tried to disentangle himself from Astarion, whose hands were wandering over his neck, his cheek, his chest. “But we really must be going.” He got up to his feet, hoisting Astarion up with him—it was a strain, with how close he was to being dead weight, but he got him up and balanced after a few false starts. He heard Fionnula and Fiadh giggle from their seats, but he ignored them—Astarion, from the look of it, wasn’t even aware they were there.

His cold hand clumsily went back to Falerin’s hair, combing his fingers through it. “Why did you cut your hair?” he mumbled, heavy-lidded eyes traveling, half-focused, over his face. “I loved your hair when it was long. But I still love you. Gods, do I love you.” Astarion lurched forward, this time catching Falerin’s lip with his blunt front teeth. His hand traveled over his cheek, down his neck and dipping below his collar, while his free arm stayed looped tightly around his waist. “Fuck me,” he mumbled into Falerin’s mouth.

“Astarion…” Falerin’s throat bobbed against Astarion’s exploring hand.

“I mean it. Fuck me. Gods, I want you to so badly.” He lurched forward, tongue teasing at Fal’s earlobe before he whispered, “And I know you want to, too.” He laughed against Falerin’s neck, breathy and soft as his cold lips smeared kisses along it. “You allllways do. Even when you pretend you don’t. I can tell, darling.”

Falerin finally set his hands on Astarion’s shoulders, pushing him back to look at him with wide eyes. The vampire was relaxed, possibly the most relaxed Falerin had ever seen him, and the tilt in his head and spark in his eyes suggested that, yes, he really did want to sleep with Falerin. His tongue pushed against his lower lip, his body shifted forward, his hands tried to flutter to land anywhere on Falerin—he didn’t just want to sleep with Falerin, he was gagging for it.

And, despite Falerin knowing that this was wholly because of the wine, it was…thrilling, seeing Astarion like this. Wanton and pliant and obvious, in a way he’d never been before now. With how worked up he was, Falerin could do whatever he wanted with him, and he’d thank him for doing so.

What a heady power that was. Heady and…familiar. The promise alone seemed to seep into his bones, and it puppeted him as he reached his hand out. His thumb grazed over the elf’s smooth cheek, and Astarion pushed against it with a shuddery little breath, as if he could find relief from Fal’s touch alone.

“Astarion,” Falerin purred out, and it felt new on his tongue, no matter that he’d said his name thousands of times before. He let the taste linger, eyes tugging up the elf’s body like they were being guided. There was a bright flare behind his right eye, similar to when he’d watched Barger and Astarion perform for the Guardian. Amusement far beyond what he’d ever felt, but with something more this time…want.

The pretty thing in front of him would do anything he asked, he knew. And he would not let that chance go to waste.

But before he could lean forward, something odd happened. His sight in his right eye changed. With the left—the mundane eye—his gaze was still fixed on Astarion, but with his fey eye, he was somewhere new, catching a glimpse of a beautiful room filled with greenery and light.

It was just for a moment, but that was enough to pull him out of…whatever that had been. Oh, gods, what had he been about to do? He gasped, stepping back despite Astarion’s protest. That…was that…him? But no, it couldn’t have been. He’d always wanted to protect Astarion, to be different than all the others that had just taken.

At some point, it seemed like Fionnula and Fiadh had gone, and their spread of treats along with them. Falerin looked over the now-empty copse, then let out a breath. But he only had a moment before two hands, cold and clever and impatient, found their way to his body, tracing the line of his neck and following the curve of his arse before both slid down to meet between his thighs.

“Astarion,” Falerin’s voice came out high-pitched and whispery this time, hips lifting before he could stop himself. He melted as cold lips found his neck again, fangs just teasing his skin. “As-Astar—love, you’re not in your right mind.”

“When am I ever?” Astarion purred back. His tongue traced the jut of Falerin’s Adam’s apple. “Come on, darling, I need you.”

Falerin shut his eyes with a shuddering little breath as his trousers loosened, hands weakly going to Astarion’s wrists once he’d untied his stays. “You…” He was interrupted as he caught Astarion’s lips, kissing him hungrily before he pulled back. “You’re making it very hard to say no, you know.”

“Then…say…yes.” Astarion pressed himself up against Falerin, bodies interlocking perfectly against each other, and he let out a shuddering sigh against his mouth. “Please, dearheart.”

Falerin only had so much willpower. The little he had left he used to push Astarion back, just enough to look at him. He swallowed, face flushed and hair mussed and loosened trousers tenting. “Okay,” he finally said in a rush of air. “Okay. But…but let me…I want you to enjoy this.”

Before Astarion could get a word in, Falerin sank down to his knees. His hands weren’t as quick or clever, but they were well-practiced as he found the ties of the other man’s trousers. He didn’t waste time with teasing or goading, though he was careful as he pulled Astarion free; given how riled up he was, Fal was fairly certain one wrong touch might finish him right there.

He looked up at him, odd eyes glinting in the half-light. Astarion’s gaze had been barely focused up to this point, but now his red eyes were direct and bright as he slid his fingers into Falerin’s cropped hair—there were no stars in the twilight sky overhead, but Falerin could practically see them glinting in the vampire’s gaze. He gave a smile, taking a moment to press a warm kiss to the tip before he took him in his mouth.

Astarion, as a rule, was relatively reserved whenever they had sex. No doubt it was a holdover from centuries in the flophouse; no matter who you were or what you were doing, no one wanted to hear their neighbors fucking through the walls. He teased and melted and purred out praise, but always quietly.

Except for now. As Falerin’s head bobbed, tongue teasing the underside of his cock and lavishing attention on its head, he was loud. A breathless jumble of Elvish and Common echoed against the trees, a cacophony of “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” falling from his tongue. It was all terribly earnest, not a hint of performance in it, and it, admittedly, was really doing things for Fal. He kept his pace, one hand firmly grasping Astarion’s hip while the other reached down to palm himself for some relief as he worked.

Not that it took long at all. Astarion’s verbal torrent stopped suddenly, and his grip on Falerin’s hair grew painfully tight. After one moment of stillness, he let out a shuddering exhale as he curled around Falerin, finish spilling cold and fast down the half-drow’s throat. Falerin didn’t dare move as Astarion shook through his finish, reaching up only to keep a steady grip on him as he came down. Once the hands in his hair loosened, Fal carefully pulled off of him, giving his mouth a quick wipe before he looked up at Astarion—just in time to catch him as he collapsed in a boneless heap on top of him, bringing them both down onto the grass.

For a moment, they simply laid there. Astarion was too far gone to catch his breath—a learned behavior rather than a natural one at this point—and Falerin kissed the top of his curly head before letting his own fall back with a sigh.

“All right?” he finally asked as Astarion stirred after a moment of stillness. He lifted his head, haziness from the wine still evident but eyes just as bright as they’d been not long before. He gave a smile—bright and unhindered—and he gave the dreamiest of sighs as he looked over his face.

“Never better.” He grinned as he pulled himself up, pulling Falerin into another kiss. “But, my darling love, I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

~

Morning in the Feywild was a misty thing, damp and fresh without the chill that you’d find in the real world, so to speak. The golden light was diffused, making the world paler and softer than the bright summer light the two of them had walked into the day before. Really, as far as mornings went, you couldn’t ask for a prettier start to the day.

Not that Astarion noticed, given that he felt like utter shit. Between the fairy wine and the veritable marathon of sex he and Falerin had had the night before, he’d slept—actually slept, which he’d only done a handful of times in nearly two-and-a-half centuries—soundly enough, but waking had greeted him with the worst hangover he’d possibly ever had. Everything ached, he felt sick to his stomach, and having honed hearing and smell really was not helping with either.

At some point, they’d gotten their sleeping rolls out, and Astarion sank deeper into his, trying to blot out the light. The light touch to his shoulder resulted in an exhausted—but no less embarrassing—actual hiss.

“Sorry, sorry.” Falerin’s voice was very soft, no doubt trying to mitigate the sensory overload that was a hungover vampire. “Just checking on you. How do you feel?”

“If you really loved me, you’d stake me now.”

“Can’t. I don’t want to carry your pack.” Fal’s hand found Astarion’s back through the blanket, and he gave it a gentle rub. “I’m sorry about last night. I should have warned you about the wine.”

“You should have.”

Falerin stayed quiet for a moment, hand still working a soothing path up and down his back. “I’m…sorry I didn’t say no.”

Even in his haze of misery, Astarion’s brows drew together at that. With a tremendous show of strength that really deserved a medal of some sort, he turned over, mussed curls and red eyes poking over the edge of his sleeping roll. “You’re sorry about the sex?”

Fal’s face, already drawn, grimaced even harder. “I just…you weren’t in your right mind, and I know I did try to say no but I…I should have…it wasn’t…I don’t want you to think that I…” He looked down as Astarion’s hand snaked out to wrap around his forearm.

“Falerin, dearheart. If there is anyone that I feel comfortable having…completely addled fairy wine-induced sex with, it’s you. You don’t need to apologize for that.” His cheeks lifted, showing the smile hidden beneath the covers. “I don’t remember much, but I do remember having fun.” Once Falerin’s frown lessened, he groaned and sank back down into the bedroll. “What you do need to apologize for is allowing us to get up to all that in the fucking grass. I feel like I need three baths.”

“Might have to wait on that front, though there must be a river nearby.” Falerin sighed. “And we didn’t get any directions after all that.” He shook his head. “But we shouldn’t dally too long. Let’s get dressed.”

Astarion groaned again. “Okay, no stake. But my rapier’s not far off; if you’re quick enough, I bet you could behead—”

“No, Astarion.”

“Horrible. Wretched. Cruel. I don’t think you love me at all.”

Despite his complaints and trying not to think about the fact he knew he looked like death warmed over, Astarion did finally crawl out from the bedroll and started getting dressed. He’d just pulled his trousers on when he paused, head tilting as he heard something. He looked over to Falerin, waiting for the half-drow to pull on his tunic before he pressed a finger to his mouth. He crept over to the edge of the copse, listening.

“We were just having a bit of fun! Neither of them are hurt!”

Oh, that sounded like…Fiona or Fiddle or whatever the two fey from last night were named. Astarion frowned, leaning in a bit more.

“It was just a little revel. We didn’t even ask their names.” There was the other one.

“Even so, you both should have known better. If anything happened, she’s going to be furious—you know how badly she wants mortals sent her way.” That was a different voice. It was melodic and smooth—definitely masculine and very pleasing on the ear. “If they’re hurt…”

“They’re not!”

“They were sleeping when we checked on them!”

“Hush.”

As the footsteps drew closer, Astarion went back to Falerin’s side. “Company coming,” he said, digging out his rapier from the jumble of discarded armor. “Get a spell ready.”

“What?” Falerin’s head whipped around to look at Astarion, but before he could do anything, the male voice rang out into the clearing.

“Good morning, sleepyheads! Heard you had quite the welcome to our neck of the woods.”

The two fey from last night stepped into the copse, looking suitably chastised as they flanked another one. Like the voice suggested, this one was male, and he was beautiful. He was thin and willowy, standing just a touch taller than Astarion. Red hair spilled over his shoulders like ink, smooth and shiny in the morning light; his face had the telltale sharp and pointed features of the fey, with a pretty heart-shaped mouth and almond-shaped, golden eyes not unlike a fox. He glanced over Astarion first, chuckling as he held up his hands.

“I mean no harm,” the fey said, giving him a charming, slightly lopsided smile—a show of imperfection, clearly. “I just wanted to…”

“Amory?”

The fey stopped as Falerin spoke, and his head darted over to look at the half-drow. He blinked a few times, hands dropping and face going slack in surprise. “Falerin?”

Fal suddenly smiled, and he took a step forward to greet him. Amory, though, was quicker; in two swift steps, he’d gotten right up to Falerin, and he immediately pulled him into a deep, deep kiss.

Astarion stared, too dumbfounded and far too hungover to even think of how to properly react to seeing a fey shove his tongue down his partner’s throat. Finally, after far too long a kiss, he cleared his throat. Amory pulled away, and he gave Astarion a grin.

“Sorry, where are my manners? Shall I kiss you too?”

As Astarion bristled at that, Fal quickly patted Amory’s chest, disengaging from him. “What are you doing here? I thought you went off to the Court of Hearts.”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Amory’s attention was back on Falerin, and he ruffled his hands through the warlock’s hair. “And how are you so old? Look at all this gray hair—and don’t think I don’t see the wrinkles around your mouth. Oberon’s sack, you mortals really do age like mayflies, don’t you?”

Falerin laughed, a hand going to push off Amory’s with an easy familiarity that made something uncomfortable twist in Astarion. It had been a while since he’d felt jealous, truth be told, but it flared hot and furious just as it had years ago, at a much more bearish target.

“Is anyone going to explain what’s happening?” he snapped, then pointed his blade at Amory. “Falerin, who is this?”

Fal blinked. “Oh! Oh, yes, of course, sorry.” He gestured to Amory, who looked over Astarion with no small amount of amusement. “This is Amory. He’s a leanan sidhe, from the Prince of Hearts’ Court.”

“I’m a gloaming fey, before you ask,” Amory added easily. “Not with the Seelie or Unseelie, though typically I prefer the former.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed, blade still in place. “Well, that’s all well and good. Now how in the hells do you know Falerin?”

There was something wicked in Amory’s smile at the question, and he grinned before lightly batting the rapier away. “Oh, I thought that was obvious.” He draped his arms around Fal’s neck, pressing their cheeks together. “Should I tell him? I’ll tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Astarion said through his teeth, which only made Amory’s smirk widen.

“Well, I’m Falerin’s lover, of course.”

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Death Doesn’t Wait

  “You betrayed me.”

Vivid green eyes flashed under my eyelids, despite how much they told me to forget, the question begged to be asked; how could you forget the reason behind your scars?

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

I woke to Taylor swift playing in the background of what I call my “Bedroom.” Behind the thick curtains were thick bars of steel, like a prison! The fairy lights I had scavenged twinkled faintly and it brightened my mood a bit. A bit. I lived above the stage in Solstice Cinema, a “room” long forgotten. There was a trapdoor, the one I climbed down now to a backroom. Mannequins lined the walls, each in a feathery dress. The room’s paint.. was peeling and its once vibrant color of periwinkle faded down to a dull, lifeless blue. I listened at the door, hoping no one was there. When I determined the coast was clear, I crept through the hallways and out the back door of the theater. I walked toward the Confectioner's Treat, a little late but Ms.Derniar usually didn’t mind. As i walked, my mind wandered to more important things, like my food stock. I was almost out of food, save for a few cupcakes and ramen. I would have to stop by kritanta groceries later.

As I reached Confectioner’s Treat, I saw a cake being loaded into a truck. Its blue icing was midnight-cold, cruel, and dark. Tiny star-shaped sprinkles decorated the first tier of the cake; the bottom of the second tier was decorated with a sparkling white frosting, making flowers that looked like they were made of moonlight. On top there was a little figurine, deathly pale-almost light blue- with eyes beady and dark, framed by luscious blue hair. Corpse Bride. It was silly, really, that I was afraid of a movie character-who wasn’t even the villain. Yet, my breath still caught in my throat. My lungs burned and my chest heaved for air. But none of it mattered to me. Nothing did.

I ran, ran, and ran as fast I could.

The wind pushed against me, blinding and burning against my skin.

Yet, I continued to run.

The one reason I had ran that day was because of one girl.

One girl.

One sister.

One twin.

My other half, the other piece of the puzzle known as ME.

She hadn’t made it out of the madman's house. 

My heart beat, beat, beat.

Slow and steady.

Keeping me calm, calm, calm.

As my eyes fluttered close, burning, burning, burning.

The voice never stopped singing.

I woke with an IV drip in my arm. Screaming, I sat up straight, blinking wearily. In the corner of the white room, with the white walls was a black camera. Its red light blinked and I understood that it had detected my movement. For a moment, nothing happened and I was phenomenally underwhelmed.As my eyes wandered, I noticed a sticker on the IV drip bag. It read, Malnutrition. While I was reading the sticker, a woman showed up. She was Asian, with shiny black hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes traveled to her name card which read ‘Ms. Siwang’. I cleared my throat, realizing that I most likely looked like a rat.

“So,uh, hi?”

“What’s your name, dear?” Oh. So she was one of those Gramma people. Realizing that made my heart ache for my own Grandmother, who if she saw like this, would have done either of these two things: Hug me and hand me one of the infinite chocolates in her purse or slap me with the sole of her shoe for not looking ‘civilliased’. I was so lost in my memories that I hadn’t realized she had asked again.

“Oh! I’m Leandra!” A second after that I realized she could now use my name to trace me back. I shook my head, my long, uncut hair flashing an iridescent red with streaks of copper. Like Mom’s.

“Well, dearie, where do you live?” She questioned. I hesitated. She must have sensed my discomfort, however, because she stopped talking.

Wordlessly, she handed me a bowl of gooey, cheesy mac n cheese. I dug in, the cheese melting in my mouth giving me gooey pleasure. A few minutes later, the bowl was emptY. Dr. Siwang stared at me,  like I was a creature she couldn’t figure out. 

“So, where’s your family?” 

“Um . . .” She looked at me like she had finally figured me out. I stared at her, partially because I wanted her to know that I knew what she thought.And also because I didn't want to seem like a coward. After a long and intense battle(1 minute long), Dr. Siwang left the room after handing me a doughnut on a plate. Weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Then, she left.

In an unknown amount of time, I woke up in another room, this time laid down on a colorful couch in a colorful room. The walls were a pastel teal and the ceiling a sparkly silver. I sat myself down then just . . . thought. Thought about my life, thought about my sister, thought about everything and everyone that had made me this way. A liar, a cheat, a thief. Completely against my will, a tear slipped out. As if it had been holding them back, a barrage of tears flooded me and I almost had a nice, good sob time. Keyword here: almost.

“There you are,” A military-like voice exclaimed. I turned to see a woman, tall and stiff, wearing a police uniform. Her raven hair was tied into a tight bun and her jaw had a roughness to it that told she could kill me with her words. A frown appeared on her plump lips as she saw the remnants of the tears that oh-so recently flooded my cheeks. She looked disappointed, like I had failed some sort of test.

“Yes, here I am.” Sarcasm inundated my voice and I didn't understand what game I was playing. Her frown was a lot more enunciated and it made me want to laugh. A lot. 

“Sit, Leana.”

“Leandra,” I corrected, annoyance seeping into my tone.

“Okay, Leandra,” Ms. Military sneered. I disliked her immediately. Who sneers at a girl who you most likely knows that girl is homeless?!

Ms. Military seemed to calm herself down, clenching and unclenching her fists. She then motioned for me to sit once more, adding a very stiff, very forced “Please” at the end. I obliged, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

“I saw your records.”

I stiffened. If she knew . . .

“You, according to the files, disappeared two years ago.” It was a statement. Plain, boring, and everything it wasn’t.

So I answered the same way. “Three. He must haven’t noticed.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Because I was stuck with an alcoholic!” My temper flared and all I wanted was for someone to listen. To understand. Was that too much to ask?

“You were nineteen. You didn’t need a guardian when your parents died.” Wait. What? Nineteen? I had been sixteen when he had moved in. Hadn’t I been?

“N- no . . . I had been sixteen.” My voice stuttered on the words, like it was a death sentence to say them.

“Are you claiming the nurse who oversaw your birth is wrong?” Not an accusation, not an asservation. Just a question. And it meant the world to me. I couldn’t imagine my sweet, sweet mother lying to me. 

I couldn’t process this. 

My brain was whirling, whirling, whirling.

My heart held still, as if a ghost might appear and start explaining.

Everything.

This was too much. 

My whole life was a lie.

We hadn’t had to live there.

I woke with a headache. It was like someone combined a hammer and pendulum and decided to test it in my head.I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

Waking up in a police office was disorienting.I’m guessing it was the chief police officer’s office as it was a separated room altogether. It had baby blue walls with the police logo painted onto one of those walls, shiny and sleek, it almost looked official enough for me to trust the police. Almost.

A man sat in a chair, his back facing me. He must have heard me snort, however, and so he turned.

“Hi,” he said and it sounded so casual, so nonchalant, so normal.

“Hi,” I whispered. My voice was still scratchy and he must have picked up on that because he handed me a glass of water right after I said that. Drinking water was like heaven: something I didn’t deserve.

“You mentioned something in your sleep,” He started, “Most of it was nonsensical, but something you said mentioned a sister.” He hesitated on this last part, as if he was unsure of what to make of this.

“Yeah, I mentioned my sister. STuck in an alcoholic's house or did you forget?” 

“The files don’t mention a sister,” Honestly, my life has been so messed up that this time around i wasn’t even surprised anymore.

“We ran tests. You weren’t hallucinating.” A simple statement, yet it signified he believed me which meant everything. 

“Do you know where exactly your uncle lives?” I shuddered. Forgetting was one of the most impossible things in my life, nothing worked. 

“Y-yeah,” My voice is shaky, but strong.

“Take us there.” three simple words, yet they would change my life. 

The sun dipped low into the crescent of the shattered roof of my uncle’s house. It had almost been a week before the man-whose name was Mr. Tuproamor, weird, I know- had reached out to take me to the house. Taking a deep breath to steady myself and calm my shaky nerves, I stepped over the threshold. The inside was just how it’d been before, except maybe a bit more rusty without my careful care. I did a 360 spin, taking in the sights-and not in a good way. The wall’s wallpaper was peeling and the wood behind it seemed rotted, and the flickering lights only added to the effect of a creepy haunted house. I saw the staircase 'ss railing falling apart and the stairs creaky and ants crawled across it, giving me a horrible feeling.

One will live and the other will die

Who was that? Oh, right, my inner depression! Anyhoo, I raced up the stairs and turned left. Right before I had reached the door to Hanna and I’s former bedroom, I saw the blood. A ragged crack ran through the door, like many others caused by my uncle, but this one was different. Blood coated the rims of it and the metallic smell made me want to throw up. You could tell it was recent.

I raced into the room, scratching my arm on the way in, but I didn't care. Not with the sight in front of me. My sister’s bloody head  was smashed against the wood, as if someone had pushed her down there. 

But I couldn’t find words to describe her pale, incredibly still body.

Mindless Tears fell down my cheeks and I rushed to her side, falling down on my knees.

She had saved me that fateful dawn, she had saved me

And now I couldn’t save her

I couldn’t handle this

I couldn’t

All the unanswered questions that had been living in my head faded into the shadows

I could hear the sound of my heart breaking, shattering like glass

Even as I closed my eyes, I could still see it, still see HER

Once vivid, now lifeless green eyes burned my eyelids 

As Everything

Went Dark.

#Stories #notafanfiction #lotsofeffort #amazing #i'll sue you if you copy this without my permission!

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It's all about transition: from the dry cold of winter to the moist warmth of spring. Accordingly, your skin's thirst levels change, craving extra hydration to maintain a healthy glow. And your hair may be battling frizz thanks to those sudden spring showers. That’s why we’re sharing the top 10 ways to embrace these changes and adjust your beauty regimen accordingly.

10 Beauty Tips for Toronto’s Spring

Hydrate from the Inside: Beyond drinking water, infuse your diet with water-rich fruits and vegetables like cucumbers, oranges, and strawberries. Herbal teas can be a wonderful way to stay hydrated, especially on chilly mornings and afternoons.  For spring, teas rich in antioxidants and nutrients are ideal. Green tea stands out for its high antioxidant levels, aiding in detoxification and rejuvenation. Herbal teas, such as peppermint and chamomile, are not only soothing but also packed with beneficial properties—peppermint for digestion and chamomile for relaxation. For a burst of vitamin C, hibiscus tea is a tangy choice that supports the immune system.

Hydrating Skincare Products: For external hydration, explore serums containing hyaluronic acid for deep moisture retention, and layer with a lightweight moisturizer to lock in hydration. Look for natural moisturizers including shea butter, coconut oil, or jojoba oil.

Exfoliate Regularly: Opt for chemical exfoliants like AHAs and BHAs over physical scrubs for a gentler approach. These can help in revealing a brighter complexion without harsh scrubbing. This is ideal for sensitive skin types.

Treat Yourself to a Facial:  Your skin deserves a boost - and we have some great facials to recommend. Try one of our medical facials, which includes skin-lightening/brightening, clarifying/detoxifying, and anti-aging options. Another beneficial treatment for the season is the Hydrafacial, which cleanses, exfoliates, and hydrates the skin, ideal for transitioning into warmer weather.

Incorporate SPF Daily: Look for sunscreens with added benefits, such as moisturizing ingredients or tinted formulas that can double as a light foundation. Remember, UV protection is a must for preventing premature aging and skin cancer risk.

Care for Your Lips: Seek out lip balms with SPF protection and ingredients like shea butter or vitamin E for healing and protection. A weekly gentle lip scrub can also help in maintaining smoothness.

Refresh Your Skincare Routine: Antioxidant serums with Vitamin C or E are great additions for their protective and brightening properties. Also, consider adding a gentle retinol product at night for its skin renewal benefits.

Embrace Natural Beauty: Explore mineral-based products for gentle coverage. BB creams with skincare benefits are perfect for a light, breathable feel while still evening out the skin tone.

Infuse Your Skin with Nutrients: Make sure you’re taking advantage of the seasonal fruits and vegetables Toronto offers. Also, if you’d like a strong boost of nutrients, consider our Hair, Skin, and Nails IV drip.

Embrace the Great Outdoors: Toronto's natural beauty can be invigorating for both your mind and body. Spend time outdoors in places like High Park or along the waterfront to get your dose of vitamin D, fresh air, and natural beauty. This can improve your mood, stress levels, and overall well-being.

Spring Skincare - It’s a Mindset

Adopting a holistic approach to beauty, especially in a vibrant, diverse city like Toronto, means taking care of your body, mind, and spirit, and making the most of the natural and community resources available to you. Make sure you take advantage of this city and all its great opportunities.

Adapting your beauty routine with these tips can lead to healthier skin, hair, and an overall radiant look, suitable for the vibrant energy of spring. If you’re tackling any more serious skin issues, please come see us for a free skincare consultation.

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City of Drips: Unveiling the Benefits of IV Therapy in Manchester

Manchester, a city known for its vibrant culture and dynamic lifestyle, has embraced a wellness trend that's making waves – Intravenous (IV) Therapy. Beyond the traditional medical applications, IV Therapy has become a sought-after solution for individuals looking to optimize their health and well-being. This article explores the benefits of IV Therapy in Manchester, shedding light on the reasons behind its popularity and the positive impact it can have on various aspects of one's life.

Instant Rehydration: Combating Manchester's Dynamic Lifestyle

Manchester, with its bustling urban environment and energetic pace, often leaves its residents feeling the effects of dehydration. IV Therapy provides an efficient solution to this common issue. The direct infusion of fluids, electrolytes, and essential nutrients into the bloodstream ensures rapid rehydration, addressing fatigue, headaches, and other symptoms associated with dehydration. In a city where people are constantly on the move, IV Therapy offers a quick and effective way to replenish the body's vital fluids.

Energy Boost for the Urban Explorer

As a city that never sleeps, Manchester demands a high level of energy from its residents. IV Therapy, with its infusion of B-complex vitamins and other energy-boosting nutrients, becomes a go-to solution for those looking to elevate their stamina and combat fatigue. The direct delivery of these nutrients into the bloodstream allows for immediate absorption, providing an energy boost that can last for days. For the urban explorer navigating Manchester's diverse neighborhoods and cultural hotspots, IV Therapy becomes a valuable tool for sustaining vitality.

Tailored Nutrient Support: Addressing Individual Health Goals

One of the distinguishing features of IV Therapy in Manchester is its commitment to personalized wellness. Whether individuals seek immune support, stress reduction, or recovery from a night out in the city, IV Therapy can be tailored to address specific health goals. Clinics and practitioners offering IV Therapy in Manchester prioritize thorough consultations to understand individual needs, ensuring that the infusion is customized to deliver optimal results.

For those seeking immune support, IV Therapy formulations may include high doses of Vitamin C, known for its immune-boosting properties. Similarly, stress-relief formulations might incorporate calming nutrients such as magnesium and B-vitamins. The adaptability of IV Therapy aligns with Manchester's diverse population, catering to a range of health and wellness objectives.

Recovery for the Fitness Enthusiast: Post-Workout IV Therapy

Manchester's fitness scene is vibrant, with a plethora of gyms, parks, and recreational spaces catering to the health-conscious community. IV Therapy has found a niche in the fitness realm, offering a post-workout recovery solution. After intense physical activity, the body requires not only hydration but also a replenishment of key nutrients to aid in muscle recovery. IV Therapy, with its infusion of amino acids and antioxidants, supports the body's natural recovery processes, reducing inflammation and promoting faster recuperation for the fitness enthusiasts of Manchester.

Beauty and Anti-Aging: A Holistic Approach

Beyond health and fitness, IV Therapy in Manchester has gained popularity for its potential beauty and anti-aging benefits. Certain formulations include ingredients such as glutathione, a potent antioxidant known for its skin-brightening and anti-aging effects. Residents of Manchester seeking a holistic approach to beauty enhancement are turning to IV Therapy as a complement to their skincare routines. The direct infusion of beauty-boosting nutrients offers a unique way to promote skin health from within.

Considerations for a Safe Experience: Professional Oversight

While the benefits of IV Drips in Manchester are evident, it is crucial to prioritize safety and seek professional oversight. Reputable clinics and practitioners ensure that qualified healthcare professionals administer the treatment, minimizing the risk of complications. Individuals with pre-existing health conditions or concerns should undergo a thorough medical screening before embarking on IV Therapy to assess its suitability for their specific needs.

Conclusion: Manchester's Wellness Revolution

As Manchester's wellness landscape evolves, IV Therapy has emerged as a key player in optimizing health and well-being. The benefits of instant rehydration, energy boost, tailored nutrient support, fitness recovery, and beauty enhancement contribute to the popularity of IV Therapy in the city. Manchester's residents, known for their dynamic and diverse lifestyles, are embracing this wellness trend as a tool for enhancing their vitality and addressing specific health goals. In the midst of the bustling urban environment, IV Therapy stands as a beacon of wellness, offering a personalized and efficient path to a healthier and more vibrant life in the city of drips.

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Top 5 Skincare Trends in 2023: Discover the Best Beauty Treatments of the Year

The world of skincare and beauty is constantly evolving, and 2023 is no exception. This year, cutting-edge technologies and innovative treatments have taken center stage in pursuing flawless, radiant skin. The beauty industry is buzzing with exciting trends, from laser treatments to IV drips and injectables like fillers, Morpheus, and Profhilo.

In this blog, we'll explore the top 5 skincare trends of 2023 and delve into the best beauty treatments that can transform your complexion and boost your confidence. Laser Treatments: A Quantum Leap in Skincare

In 2023, laser treatments have become a game-changer in the skincare industry. Laser technology has evolved significantly, offering effective solutions for various skin concerns. Lasers can tackle various issues, from reducing fine lines and wrinkles to erasing pigmentation and acne scars. Fractional laser resurfacing, for instance, stimulates collagen production and improves skin texture, resulting in a smoother and more youthful appearance. Additionally, advanced lasers can target specific pigments, such as melanin or hemoglobin, making them a go-to choice for treating sunspots and broken capillaries. The non-invasive nature of many laser treatments means minimal downtime, making them incredibly popular among busy individuals seeking quick yet impressive results. IV Drips: Nourishing Skin from Within

IV (Intravenous) drips are no longer limited to medical settings; they have become a sought-after beauty treatment in 2023. These nutrient-packed infusions deliver vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants directly into the bloodstream, significantly boosting overall health and skin vitality. Popular concoctions include vitamin C for collagen synthesis, glutathione for skin brightening, and hyaluronic acid for hydration. IV drips help combat fatigue, strengthen the immune system, and rejuvenate the skin from the inside out. Celebrities and beauty enthusiasts alike have praised this innovative treatment's immediate radiance and long-term benefits. Fillers: Sculpting the Perfect Look

In 2023, fillers have emerged as a go-to solution for achieving plump, sculpted facial features. These injectable gels, often based on hyaluronic acid, add volume to areas that have lost their youthful fullness, such as the cheeks, lips, and under-eye hollows. With precise administration, fillers can also be used to contour and shape the face, providing a non-surgical facelift effect. The popularity of "tweakments" has soared as patients seek subtle enhancements that enhance their natural beauty. The minimally invasive nature of fillers, coupled with minimal downtime, has made them a highly sought-after option in 2023. Morpheus Treatment: The Power of Microneedling and Radiofrequency

Morpheus treatment has taken the skincare world by storm in 2023, and for a good reason. This advanced procedure combines microneedling with radiofrequency energy to target multiple skin layers, stimulating collagen production and tightening the skin. The tiny needles create micro-injuries, prompting the skin's natural healing response, while the radiofrequency energy enhances the collagen remodeling process. Morpheus treatment effectively addresses concerns like fine lines, acne scars, and uneven skin texture. Moreover, it suits all skin types and offers customized options to meet skincare needs. Profhilo: Revolutionary Skin Hydration

Profhilo has become a standout treatment for skin hydration in 2023. This injectable bio-remodeling treatment contains high hyaluronic acid concentrations, effectively rejuvenating the skin's structure and hydration levels. Profhilo spreads within the skin, providing an overall improvement in skin quality, elasticity, and firmness. Unlike traditional fillers, Profhilo focuses on boosting collagen and elastin production for a more natural-looking outcome. The treatment is quick, with minimal discomfort and downtime, making it a popular choice for those seeking radiant, youthful skin.

In 2023, the skincare industry is embracing revolutionary treatments that promise outstanding results without the need for invasive procedures. From laser treatments that target a myriad of skin concerns to IV drips that nourish from within, and injectables like fillers, Morpheus, and Profhilo, there's a beauty treatment for everyone's unique needs and desires. These top 5 skincare trends reflect a shift towards more natural-looking outcomes and personalized solutions, allowing individuals to enhance their beauty while embracing their individuality. As always, it's essential to consult with a qualified skincare professional to determine the most suitable treatments for your specific skin type and concerns. With the power of these innovative treatments at your fingertips, 2023 is the year to embrace a radiant and confident new you.

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The Face Centre: Crafting Timeless Beauty in Delhi's Aesthetic Clinic

Nestled in the heart of Delhi, The Face Centre emerges as the ultimate sanctuary where innovation, artistry, and personalized care converge to elevate natural beauty. More than just a clinic, it's a tribute to individuality, where expertise and imagination intertwine to create a journey towards timeless allure.

1. A Glimpse into The Face Centre’s Services

Distinguished as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, The Face Centre offers a diverse range of premium services tailored to cater to varied aesthetic preferences. Beyond mere procedures, this space is committed to crafting transformative experiences that amplify individual beauty, curated by a proficient team.

At The Face Centre, we epitomize the finest aesthetic clinic in Delhi, offering an extensive range of advanced skincare solutions blending scientific innovation with the artistry of aesthetic enhancement. Upholding integrity and client safety as top priorities, our clinic strives to maximize aesthetic outcomes while unwaveringly maintaining standards of excellence.

2. Facial Aesthetics at The Face Centre

Helmed by Dr. Sardesai, Facial Aesthetics at The Face Centre unveils meticulously curated treatments that enhance appearance. From microneedling and laser treatments to anti-wrinkle therapies, dermal and lip fillers, chemical peels, and hair transplantation, these procedures demand expertise and a deep understanding of anatomy and physiology.

Under experienced medical practitioners, The Face Centre customizes these treatments to enhance individual features while preserving each patient’s unique identity, imparting a refreshed, captivating glow that remains authentically 'you'.

3. Medifacials and Beyond

Medifacials at The Face Centre, recognized as the Best aesthetic clinic in Delhi, offer personalized procedures addressing specific patient needs. The celebrated Fire & Ice Facial revitalizes and rejuvenates the skin, a preferred choice for various social engagements due to its remarkable benefits with minimal downtime.

Utilizing the Dermapen 4, the world’s premier microneedling device, The Face Centre addresses concerns like acne, scars, pigmentation, and signs of aging, improving skin texture and reducing fine lines. An array of chemical peels caters to diverse skin conditions, delivering optimal results by minimizing pigmentation and fine lines.

The clinic’s skin boosters, including treatments like Profhilo and Brightening Sensei + HA, rejuvenate and moisturize the skin, providing brightening, hydrating effects, and reducing pigmentation and fine lines. Additionally, various threads stimulate collagen production, firming and tightening the skin.

4. Comprehensive Offerings

The Face Centre’s offerings extend to laser hair removal, diverse fillers for non-surgical facelifts and volume restoration, and IV drip stations featuring Glutathione and multivitamin drips, promoting skin brightening, immunity, and overall well-being.

Embedded in The Face Centre’s core is a commitment to delivering unparalleled results while ensuring safety and personalized care, establishing it as the epitome of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi—a destination for effective and tailored aesthetic transformations.

5. Nisha’s Extraordinary Journey: A Personal Account

Allow Nisha to share her exceptional journey at The Face Centre, the epitome of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. As a 29-year-old residing in Rajendra Palace, her quest for aesthetic treatments led her here, and her experience has been nothing short of elation.

From the start, the team's approach, characteristic of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, was exemplary. The warm reception and attentive nature put her at ease. The staff’s genuine interest in understanding her concerns set the stage for an exceptional journey.

Dr. Sardesai’s consultation, from the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, was informative and reassuring. Their expertise instilled confidence in the recommended procedures.

The treatments, characteristic of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, were executed with precision, reflecting the clinic’s commitment to safety and effectiveness. Despite being the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, their pricing remained refreshingly affordable.

Post-treatment care, synonymous with the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, was impeccable, showcasing their dedication to patient well-being.

The remarkable results, a testament to The Face Centre, the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, have significantly boosted Nisha's confidence. Her gratitude towards The Face Centre knows no bounds.

Without a doubt, The Face Centre stands as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. Nisha enthusiastically recommends it and eagerly looks forward to returning for any future needs.

Heartfelt thanks to The Face Centre, Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, for their exceptional service, setting the gold standard in aesthetic care.

6. Exploring The Face Centre, Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi

Exploring The Face Centre’s extensive services and firsthand accounts, this clinic stands unrivaled as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. Undoubtedly, The Face Centre sets the gold standard in delivering excellence in aesthetic care, solidifying its status as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi.

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Revealing The Face Centre's Reign as the Best of Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi

Delhi’s beauty hub is undeniably The Face Centre, hailed as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, where innovation and artistry converge, elevating natural beauty. It's not just a clinic; it’s a sanctuary where personalized care fuses with cutting-edge techniques. This space isn’t about mere procedures; it’s a tribute to individuality, where expertise and imagination intertwine, drawing those on a journey to timeless allure.

A Glimpse into The Face Centre’s Services The Face Centre, distinguished as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, offers a diverse range of premium services tailored to cater to varied aesthetic preferences. From cutting-edge cosmetic procedures to personalized skincare treatments, our array covers a wide spectrum of specialized services. Beyond mere services, our commitment extends to crafting transformative experiences that amplify individual beauty, curated by our proficient team.

At The Face Centre, we epitomize the finest aesthetic clinic in Delhi, offering an extensive range of advanced skincare solutions blending scientific innovation with the artistry of aesthetic enhancement. Upholding integrity and client safety as our top priorities, our clinic strives to maximize aesthetic outcomes while unwaveringly maintaining standards of excellence.

Facial Aesthetics at The Face Centre Facial Aesthetics at The Face Centre, helmed by Dr. Sardesai, unveils meticulously curated treatments that enhance appearance. These procedures encompass microneedling, laser treatments, anti-wrinkle therapies, dermal and lip fillers, chemical peels, and hair transplantation, demanding expertise and a deep understanding of anatomy and physiology.

Under experienced medical practitioners, The Face Centre customizes these treatments to enhance individual features while preserving each patient’s unique identity, imparting a refreshed, captivating glow that remains authentically 'you'.

Medifacials and Beyond Medifacials at The Face Centre, recognized as the Best aesthetic clinic in Delhi, offer personalized procedures addressing specific patient needs. The celebrated Fire & Ice Facial revitalizes and rejuvenates the skin, a preferred choice for various social engagements due to its remarkable benefits with minimal downtime.

Utilizing the Dermapen 4, the world’s premier microneedling device, The Face Centre, the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, addresses concerns like acne, scars, pigmentation, and signs of aging, improving skin texture and reducing fine lines. An array of chemical peels caters to diverse skin conditions, delivering optimal results by minimizing pigmentation and fine lines.

The clinic’s skin boosters, including treatments like Profhilo and Brightening Sensei + HA, rejuvenate and moisturize the skin, providing brightening, hydrating effects, and reducing pigmentation and fine lines. Additionally, various threads stimulate collagen production, firming and tightening the skin.

Comprehensive Offerings The Face Centre’s offerings extend to laser hair removal, diverse fillers for non-surgical facelifts and volume restoration, and IV drip stations featuring Glutathione and multivitamin drips, promoting skin brightening, immunity, and overall well-being.

Embedded in The Face Centre’s core is a commitment to delivering unparalleled results while ensuring safety and personalized care, establishing it as the epitome of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi—a destination for effective and tailored aesthetic transformations.

Nisha’s Extraordinary Journey:

A Personal Account at The Face Centre, Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. Allow me to share my exceptional journey at The Face Centre, the epitome of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. As a 29-year-old residing in Rajendra Palace, my quest for aesthetic treatments led me here, and my experience has been nothing short of elation.

From the start, the team's approach, characteristic of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, was exemplary. The warm reception and attentive nature put me at ease. The staff’s genuine interest in understanding my concerns set the stage for an exceptional journey.

Dr. Sardesai’s consultation, from the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, was informative and reassuring. Their expertise instilled confidence in the recommended procedures.

The treatments, characteristic of the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, were executed with precision, reflecting the clinic’s commitment to safety and effectiveness. Despite being the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, their pricing remained refreshingly affordable.

Post-treatment care, synonymous with the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, was impeccable, showcasing their dedication to patient well-being.

The remarkable results, a testament to The Face Centre, the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, have significantly boosted my confidence. My gratitude towards The Face Centre knows no bounds.

Without a doubt, The Face Centre stands as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. I enthusiastically recommend it and eagerly look forward to returning for any future needs.

Heartfelt thanks to The Face Centre, Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi, for their exceptional service, setting the gold standard in aesthetic care.

Exploring The Face Centre, Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi: Exploring The Face Centre’s extensive services and firsthand accounts, this clinic stands unrivaled as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi. Undoubtedly, The Face Centre sets the gold standard in delivering excellence in aesthetic care, solidifying its status as the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Delhi.

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