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highladydawn · 3 years

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Trick or treat! Elucien + 17

Friend, this spiraled out of control so quickly. The coin toss gave you treat! This oneshot is rated E for oral sex. Quick thank you to @separatist-apologistfor reading this over v quickly for me! You can also read on ao3.

Summary: At a Night Court ball before the war, Elain seeks some quiet in her garden and finds the Spring Court Emissary already out in her garden. // ACOWAR Canon-Divergence, in which female fae can feel the mating bond first.

(Elucien + 17. Enchanted) Reason Comes on the Common Tongue.

The first gust of wind against her sweaty cheeks was no different to Elain than a breath of air to someone drowning. She closed the sliding veranda door behind her, not eager for any party guests to steal her idea for their own. It was all too much—the booming music, the senseless chatter, the way the floor was filled with bodies and dancing. All the things that she loved as a human, but as a fae, made her crave silence.

What was there to celebrate, anyways? The start of the war with Hybern? Elain understood why Rhys would want to gather his friends and family for one last night together before they all ventured away to their battlements. But how everyone could so easily forget the darkness looming overhead was beyond her.

Elain let her tired steps carry her slowly onto the veranda. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, and let the breeze sweep across her neck and through the strands of hair that had fallen out of their pins. If she were completely and utterly alone, she would’ve pulled up the skirts of her dress and let the night air cool her legs.

But as she glanced toward the garden, lit only by moonshine and starlight, Elain realized she was not alone. Someone shared her clever idea to steal away to the darkness of the garden and escape the party—a male, judging by the silhouette.

Stepping out from in front of the lamp, Elain watched as warm golden light illuminated a strong shouldered male, half bent in the garden. The new light caught along his face and copper hair, and turned his chin to look at it.

Elain gasped, the sound as quiet as a first breath. He was… He was breathtaking. His skin was the color of burnished bronzed, highlighted along the sharp contours of his face by the pale moonlight. Her heightened fae hearing caught a faint clicking sound as his eyes fell on her, which she realized came from a gilded, metallic eye. The male straightened, revealing his impressive height and elegant physique. His lips parted, full and beautiful, and he appeared like he might utter whatever ungraceful, honest words had fallen on his tongue. But before he could make a fool of himself, Elain rallied her manners and called out, “Pardon me, my lord. I apologize if I have startled you.”

“Not at all,” he replied, his voice kind and alluring. “I only came out to admire the garden and take a break from the revelry.” He paused, eyeing her so closely Elain had to resist the urge to shuffle under the intensity of his gaze. “You seem like you share the sentiment. Would you...care to join me?”

If only he knew that in between his words, she was already daydreaming about what his kiss might feel like in the waking hours of the morning. She shivered at the thought. The male was at her side in an instant, sliding his arms out of his long, emerald jacket. He held it out in an offering, then asked, “May I?”

Elain nodded, trying not to shudder when he draped the coat over her shoulders. His fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck as he carefully pushed her stray hair away from the collar. The side of his knuckle lingered there as a thoughtful expression came across his face.

“This garden is yours,” he noted, voice soft in their proximity. Elain’s eyes widened.

“How could you tell?”

The male flushed, taking a respectable step back and placing too much distance between them for Elain’s taste.

“Your scent,” he replied, careful to keep his tone polite. “You smell of the flowers. The Stargazer Lilies, in particular. I can tell you spend a lot of time around them.”

“You’re quite perceptive,” she noted. And handsome. And very considerate. And apparently well-versed in flowers. He grinned bashfully, as if her silent praise had been plastered across her forehead. Offering his arm so that they could walk down the pebbled rows, he said “As the High Lady’s emissary, I should hope so.”

“You know Feyre?”

He lifted a brow, his intrigue piquing with each second.

“I do. I was her first friend in Prythian when she arrived at the Spring Court.” As they walked, he allowed her to lead the way. She expertly weaved along the well-tended rows of blooms and blossoms, traversing along the path that displayed all the very brightest flowers—especially those best seen at midnight. “How do you know Feyre?”

“She’s my little sister,” Elain replied lightly.

“Good gods, you’re Elain!” he realized. His smile was sunlight—if Elain didn’t know better, she’d say it was pure magic. She mirrored his laugh, relishing in the way their amusement sounded together.

“And you’re Lucien Vanserra,” she recognized. His foot caught on a rock, and he stumbled.

“You—You know my name?”

“Feyre mentioned she was bringing one of her old friends from the Spring Court here. She, uh...She said your circumstances weren’t very good there.”

Lucien brought his hands behind his back to hide his fists.

“They weren’t,” as all he said on the matter. “I’ve heard all about you, though. You’re Feyre’s pride and joy. She said you had quite a creative eye, one particularly attuned to beauty. Now I see what a vast understatement that is.”

“That’s sweet,” she replied with a blush. They ambled a moment more in silence, before Elain ventured, “Our parties must be different than those in the Spring Court. Is that why you were out here?”

“The parties are different,” he agreed. “Less formal. But I was Tamlin’s emissary too, so I’m well accustomed to the different way each court throws a celebration. Nothing quite beats the Day Court for parties. I just came out here to think. A male likes a quiet moment alone with his thoughts from time to time.”

In that moment, Elain realized just how attuned she was to his feelings. It was almost as if her intuition had already met him once and knew every detail about him that he kept hidden.

“You’re homesick,” she said. It wasn’t a question. He froze, peering down at her with blatant surprise. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he looked...afraid. To ease the blow, she added, “I know the feeling—of leaving home under less than pleasant circumstances.”

Lucien nodded, returning back to his leisurely pace beside her.

“I despise how familiar I am with that particular feeling,” he admitted quietly. “But if the opportunity arose, I wouldn’t go back. Not if Tamlin crawled here on his hands and knees and begged.”

“I understand. He was your best friend and he betrayed you.”

Lucien looked down at Elain once more, this time with such sad eyes, her throat closed.

“He betrayed you too,” he added. He unlinked his arm from hers, and Elain immediately ached from the loss of it, until he took his strong hand in hers. “I want you to know that I had no idea what they were planning. Tamlin’s involvement with Hybern...It’s why I left. But he never mentioned...Ianthe just...If I had known, I would’ve stopped it.”

Elain squeezed his hand, resisting the urge to bring it up to her lips.

“I know. Feyre said as much when she told me she was inviting you to Velaris.” Under the lightness of his apology and the clear air between them, Elain swung their linked hands. “For what it’s worth, I’m very glad you accepted her offer.”

“Me too,” he agreed, swinging along with her. “You know, you called me perceptive, but I think the talent is entirely yours.”

Her smiled dimpled her right cheek.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Then will you share more with me?” he asked, pausing to step in front of her. Elain’s heart hammered in her chest. Whatever he asked for, she’d give him. Something in the way he’d said it...was he going to ask to take her home? To give into the unspoken pull that seemed to drive them together so easily? Had it been anyone else, she would’ve stepped back toward the house in fear. But she felt so safe with him. If he asked in that silky voice of his to bury his hands and face between her legs, she didn’t think she’d be able to tell him no. She didn’t want to tell him no.

“Anything,” she breathed out. Lucien’s jaw clenched, but he kept his hands decorously behind his back.

“Your time,” he suggested, voice hopeful. “As much as you’re willing to spend with me.”

Elain’s smile broke past all her constraints, blooming like a flower under enchanted light.

“Doing what?” she laughed.

“Talking to you. Walking with you. I hear there’s a whole district of amazing restaurants not far from here that I haven’t tried, and the high lord is paying me a handsome salary. I need someone to spend it with.”

Elain surprised even herself when she said honestly, and without fear, “My time is yours, Lucien Vanserra.”

It was absolute insanity, she thought to herself, as he bit his lip and inched closer to her. How had they pulled each other under a relentless thrall, each just as enticed as the other? It would’ve been even madder, though, if she didn’t tilt her chin up to kiss him. To let his warm, kind presence work as a salve on her aching soul. To not take whatever he offered would be her ruination.

His lips were a breath away when he gently held the side of her cheek. She hadn’t decided between leaning into his touch and closing the distance between them when a hard pull yanked at her ribs. She stumbled back, gasping as the magic spread like fire inside of her. It consumed every nerve in every inch of her, raging and demanding and spilling entirely out of control, making her feral, making her want so badly to—

She looked up at Lucien, not quite processing the hurt blooming on his countenance. She was so distracted at the sight of him. At the scent of him.

Mate. The magic in her chest practically yelled it. Mate. Mate. You are mine. I am yours. Let me hold. Let me touch. Let me taste. My mate. All mine.

“Elain?” he asked quietly, eyes scanning over her face as it lost its color, then raged with heat. She shook her head, clamping down control over her instincts, the effort almost agonizing.

“You—you’re—” The words dissolved into a whimper as she stared at him, shocked and amazed. “You’re my mate.”

Lucien staggered back a step, the words slamming up against his chest so hard, he almost fell flat onto the ground.

“That...makes a lot of sense,” he said evenly, but there was hysteria just underneath. “I’m your mate.” She nodded. “You’re my mate.” She nodded again.

“I don’t even know what that means,” she admitted, half-terrified. He hesitated, wondering just how to explain to this female that she was chained to him forever.

“It means all my time is yours, too,” Lucien answered softly. He took a shaky breath. As the bond began to weigh at his own chest, he tugged on it experimentally. Elain gasped.

Holy shit, she said to herself.

“Tell me about it,” he said, his laughter a bit unhinged with the same battle that raged inside of her own heart. “You don’t have to decide if this is what you want right this second.”

Elain pressed her lips together, feeling for all the world like she might burst into an explosion of magic.

“I know what I want right now,” she said. Lucien let out a shuddering breath, as if the bond revealed to him just what it was she had her heart set on. He nodded.

“Then take it.”

And she did. She placed her hand flat on his chest and pushed until his back was flush up against a nearby tree. Her nails scraped along the buttons of his dress shirt, but only a second, before she tilted her face up and kissed him. The mating bond crooned in relief with each hungry press of her lips. Her fingers untangled from the fabric of his vest only to be lost again once more in the sea of his hair. She tugged it, pulling him lower so she could taste the salt along his throat and bite down at the soft skin. Lucien gripped at her waist, more to keep himself upright under the onslaught of her lips on his skin than to hold her up.

Her teeth clamped down, eliciting a mouth from his lips that sounded very nearly like her name. She sucked, kissing only a moment, before her lips began to trail lower and lower.

Lucien’s head fell against the tree when her fingertips danced along the belt of his pants. By now, the jacket that had been draped around her shoulder lay in the dirt. She knelt upon it, paying no heed to the tiny roots underneath. There was only the length of him, hard and straining against his pants, and the mouth-watering scent of his arousal when she finally freed him. He hissed when his hot flesh met the chilly night, but the pleasant contrast turned into hot pleasure when she wrapped her small hand around him and gave one hard stroke.

An incoherent flurry of curses and praises shot down the bond with each deliberate movement of her wrist. It all silenced when she leaned her cherry pink lips to him and ran her tongue along the head. Lucien’s legs tightened and his hands shot to her head. In the pit of her stomach, the mating bond probed her on—taste him, damn it! More! She heeded the craving, taking him into her mouth and swirling her tongue along the underside of him.

Lucien moaned, the sound rumbling so low in his chest, she felt it against her lips. She began to bob her head, doing her best to meet the challenge of his considerable size and take him in fully.

“My mate,” he whimpered, pleasure muddling his words into a mess of sounds and cries. His eyes watched her, the golden one whirring to behold every detail. “So beautiful. So fucking sweet. Shit.” He opened his lips to say more, but choked on the sound.

He was close. Elain could feel him creeping dangerously close to the edge, the pleasure pulsing down the bond and straight to her core. Freeing one of her hands to cup his sack, she took a deep breath and sucked hard. The bond turned to lightning as Lucien’s climax exploded through him, and he let out a low, broken cry. His release shot into her mouth and the hot pearls that fell onto her smiling lips finally satisfied the aching in the bond that demanded she taste him.

His chest was still heaving when he opened his eyes.

“Don’t you dare tell me where you learned to do that so well.”

A mischievous smile lit her face as she licked her lips clean. She couldn’t wait to tell him that was her first try. A happy hum rumbled in her throat as he ran his hand over the side of her face. She wondered how his touch bore the same warmth as daylight, but didn’t have time to dwell when he pulled her upright and grabbed his coat from off the ground.

“My turn,” he said with delight. He tugged her hand deeper into the garden where the grass was higher and softer. “I’ve got some experience up my sleeves, as well.”

Lucien draped his coat onto the ground, spreading the sleek fabric wide to create a soft bed for her to lay on. Elain trembled as she watched, practically vibrating with an overwhelming rush of emotions. For a moment, she could hardly tell if the swarm of butterflies in her stomach was because of her dire need or because she had never truly been bare before a man—or male—like this before. The bond only made it worse, scraping at her insides like a monster chained to the wall.

Her mate seemed to sense the near unbearable feelings eating her alive. In a single comforting movement, he ran his hands down the length of her arms until they curled around her middle and pulled her to him. She could still smell his arousal, heady in the air, now mixed with her own. His mouth buried once more into the curve of her neck, tongue and teeth worshiping at the altar of her sensitive flesh. Inside her, her desire begged More, more, more!

So Lucien obliged. His hands guided her to the ground, the tall grass surrounding them both and shielding them away from any watching eyes. He lay beside her, caressing her rose-hued cheeks with the backs of his fingers when he asked, “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded blissfully, already consumed by his body heat against hers. He was so warm, even the smallest of touches felt like a fire against her cool skin. Lucien seemed to read her mind, dragging his fingertips up the inside of her legs and up to her thighs. Slowly, her skirts fell back further and further, revealing her flushed skin and sheer stockings. Elain shivered as her mate’s fingers drew dangerously close to their destination, until finally, he brushed a featherlight touch along her entire core. Her head fell back into the grass, much to Lucien’s delight. He gave another stroke, firmer this time, dipping into her pooling arousal.

“I love that you’re so wet like this,” he whispered, kissing his way up her thighs along the same trail his fingers had followed. “Shows me how much you want me.”

His breath was hot as it heaved over her flushed, sensitive skin. He admired the sight before him as reverently as if she were the valuable craft of a skilled artist, but the hunger there promised Elain he was just as tameless as she felt. She might’ve begged, but before she could, his hands spread apart her legs to make more room. He hoisted her legs up over his shoulders, let out the most debauched growl Elain had ever heard, and finally—finally—swiped his tongue over her in one, thorough motion.

Elain erupted into flames, hands reaching out to clutch the long strands of grass. She was surprised her touch didn’t light the clearing ablaze with the heat of her pleasure. Lucien’s strong hands held her still effortlessly, but she felt him smile as she dug her hips against his face. He was more than happy to satisfy her plea for more, kissing that apex of her thighs with a mastery that insinuated his centuries of experience. His attentions only intensified at the broken moan that left Elain’s lips.

“That’s it,” he urged between indulgent glosses of his tongue. “Tell me it’s good.”

She meant to abide by his orders, do whatever he wanted as long as he kept dragging her closer to that precipice, but all her words vanished when he slid one thick finger inside of her. It felt like three of her own fingers, and even more hot, but it slipped in effortlessly. Humming in approval, he slipped in another, earning another breathy cry from his mate.

Everything up until now, it seemed, was mere teasing. He chuckled his satisfaction as he began his real show of skill. Playing her like a high strung instrument, he curled his fingers inside her and sucked hard on her clit. Elain’s back arched, breathless and choked with pleasure. She clamped her legs around his head, feeling Lucien’s delight trickle down the bond.

“Please,” she begged, hands buried in his hair. She repeated it over and over, until finally, he smiled again and increased his speed until it was relentless. Elain’s hand shot up to her breast, desperate for more sensation, but he moved it aside and replaced it with his own. With one last clamp of his lips over her clit, her climax crashed over her. She dug her fist into her teeth to muffle the cry, riding the unyielding shocks against his face in hard thrusts. Lucien guided her through it, his tongue working slower and slower until she was too sensitive for any more. When at last the shocks had subsided into a dull, phantom pleasure, Elain opened her eyes and looked at her mate. He had removed himself from between her legs and returned to his place beside her. He grinned and propped his chin on her stomach. Heart tugging at the sight, Elain plucked a wildflower from the tall grass and stuck it behind his pointed ear.

Her smile must’ve had a similar effect on him as his did on her, because he bent down and kissed her abdomen with a blissful sigh.

“I like you already,” she teased, running her hands through his long hair. He leaned into her fingers, sighing at the pleasant shiver that erupted at her touch.

“I should hope so,” he argued, laying his head down all the way. “If you didn’t like me half as much as I like you, we would’ve made for pretty pathetic mates.”

Elain propped herself on her elbows, causing Lucien to sit up. This close, she swore she could nearly see the reflection of the moon in that golden eye of his.

“I keep waiting for it to feel strange, but it doesn’t,” she admitted. Lucien shook his head in agreement, a small smile on his lips. He waited for her to gather her words, tangling his fingers in hers. “It just makes me wonder why now? We’re...we’re going to war soon.”

Lucien shrugged, though Elain could feel his panic down the bond. It was the same as hers. What if something happened to one of them? What if they never had time to fully explore what this bond meant? What if they never had the chance to accept it together before he—

“I think it means that we’re going to be okay no matter what,” he said, interrupting her dark thoughts.

“Why’s that?”

“Because now we have something to come home to. I, for one, would crawl out of the grave to make it back to you. Nothing could keep me from you forever.” He brought her knuckles to his lips. “I promise you.” He peered at her from above her hand and chuckled. “I hope you weren’t trying to get rid of me.”

Elain tugged him forward once more by the fabric of his shirt, pulling him enough to kiss him. His hair tickled her cheeks when she pulled back, almost blowing in rhythm with the waltz inside the manor.

“Get rid of you? Never.”

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sonichkkaaascreams · 3 years

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Mountain with a flower crown

As inspired by a post made by @bleachhaven I made a bleach OC. I am very proud of her. This post is her full bio as I laid the ground work of who she is and next post coming in sometime tomorrow or the day after will be a oneshot of this wonderful lady and her partner. Maybe even turn into something more.

The request and the head cannon it resulted were as followed:

Headcanon for Zaraki Kenpachi with a S/O that’s bigger than him (fluff and smut)

wordcount: 5816 ~

it’s a lpt so i hope you’re patient with me. i like going in depth with my OC’s but also this time i tried to keep her simple and leave some space for the oneshot to come. also i already apologize for any possible errors that i might have missed. my eyes are stinging at the time of posting this.

again special thanks to @bleachhaven and also a thank you to @shadowsnlace who also inspired me with their headcanons and i will be using tid bits from their combined effort (they worked seporatly.) in the oneshot of the same name as in the headline.

Verse: bleach manga – bleach anime property of Tite Kubo

Motto: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

Name: Yasu (assertive child, ヤス) Yamase (Yama = mountain ,山 – se = back / spine / stature / ridge , 背 )

Reason or meaning of the name: she was a very large child since birth – and her last name was given because of her large stature that resembled a mountain in comparison to her peers and the fact that she carried the livelihood of an entire village on her back.

Nickname: 1. Ushi-oni (Ox/cow demon - 牛鬼)

2. Yama-0nna (mountain woman/ mountain lady)

Reason for nickname: 1. This nickname bears the weight of an insult and is what she is called by those who have crossed her path and met her as an enemy. They call her that to convey how beastly large and powerful she is and by the extent how unbothered by their attacks she was.

2. This endearing nickname is given to her by the new children of her village. They call her that because she is very large, like a mountain, and also because she has the word mountain in her last name.

Birth date: Oct 1st

Her birth: she was born on the first day of autumn, around 2 A.M (the hour is known as the ox hour) it was a quiet and peaceful night with the owls hooting as the only noise outside.

Place of birth: a small secluded beachside village named “Momo Niwa” (peach, garden/field - 桃,庭) located in district 35 of east Rukongai

Species: soul

Occupation: formerly the hunter, farmer gardener, shepherd, fisherwoman, and the primary breadwinner of her village

Later on: Shinigami (soul reaper)

Age: 556 years old

How old does the OC appear: mid to late twenties (maybe late twenties to early thirties if you account for some significant facial features)

Weight: 363.4 lbs = 164.83 kg

Height: 8’8 = 264.16 cm

Body build: she is 363.4 lbs of pure muscle accumulated by eating a bear (or 3 entier boars down to the bone) a day and shaped with everyday hard labor since she was old enough to have a grip on a tool. She is bulky and strong, able to wrestle with a grown male bear easily, carry multiple three trunks on her back, and if needed pull a tree out of the ground. She is perhaps the single largest soul living in soul society.

The shape of her face: her face is not very feminine, she has a sharp jawline and strong chin. High cheekbones and gentle brows. Her nose while proportionate has been broken twice. The skin of her face while still soft has been wiped with direct sunlight for long periods of time. Her lips are thick and plump with a downward curve that makes her seem constantly annoyed. A small horizontal scar on her right cheek from where she was attacked by an angry wild cat as an inexperienced hunter. A scar on her upper left forehead near her hairline from when she fell off a three as a child (there is a very small bald spot there due to the scar tissue) and a thick but short diagonal scar under the right corner of her lip leaving it slightly misshapen.

Eye color: light gray – almost white if looked at from afar.

Eyesight: exceptional

Skin tone: as a child, she had fine pale skin, but as the years went by and time spent on the field or the beach her skin changed, and now it’s rough, leathery, and tanned – however, some parts of her body that have never been under the direct sunlight are still moonlight pale.

Distinguishing marks: the scars on her face. Her physique. Scaring around her feet and hands due to hard labor and occasional fights.

Predominant features: the sheer size and height of this woman.

Hair color: a dark reddish-brown with a few gray streaks amidst them. The gray parts make her seem older than she is.

Hair type: wavy, wild, and unkempt. She rarely has enough time or patience to properly care for them.

Hairstyle: the majority of her hair is usually either in a high ponytail or a bun to keep out of her face with a simple old blue ribbon that’s almost ragged by this point due to extensive use. The gray streaks are kept in small braids decorated with beads, feathers, and animal teeth or bones. (insisted by her village elders as hair decoration speaks of position in her village)

Voice: surprisingly has a soft and gentle voice that seems unusual for her throat. Make no mistake she is not quiet nor meek. She has loud booming laughter that is guaranteed to shake the house and her voice can easily be heard over others in a loud crowded room. But her speech pattern is gentle, polite, soft-spoken, and calming. She speaks with a reassuring sense of confidence that will make everyone listen and heed her words.

Overall attractiveness: she is not considered conventionally beautiful nor attractive; especially by feminine standards. She is simply too large, too tall, and too muscular to be the image of the traditionally graceful innocent flower petal that women are perceived as. Instead, she is considered rather handsome. In a manly, reliable kind of way that makes a woman to be attracted to her more than men. As most men don’t like courting girls that tower over them both figuratively and literally.

Physical disabilities: due to her height and weight, her knees and ankles are prone to joint pain and are in need of getting an ointment and herbal massage every once in a while. She may be very strong but the same muscles that made her so, also take away from her speed and she usually is more of a slow and steady kind of worker than the speedy type. She also used to have a difficulty in controlling her strength and had very loud and heavy steps and as a hunter that was a disadvantage. She has long since corrected her steps and is now as quiet as a wild cat while hunting and is quite good with her hands now but she is still rather slow.

The usual fashion of dress: as a child, she would wear normal clothing but as she continued to grow at an abnormal rate her clothes began to consist of multiple Yukatas and Kimonos sewn poorly together to make one dress that is big enough for her to wear comfortable and decently.

Favorite outfit: an utilitarian Yukata that is made of multiple dark-colored and green-colored fabrics that she uses for hunting and a winter coat made of only white rabbit skin.

Jewelry or accessories: No earrings, necklaces, or rings only hair decorations made of seashells, feathers, carved bones, and teeth.

Personality: Hardworking, steel true, and blade straight, Yasu is the primary breadwinner of her small village and responsible for the care of many elders, pregnant women, and many children along with many injured and otherwise incapacitated souls. She not only hunts, fishes works on fields, collects herbs, fixe tools, and homes, and guards the village against potential harm, but also she teaches everything she was taught and learned herself to the next generation ensuring the survival of her small village. She is primarily a noncombatant as her imposing sight alone wards off any potential threats and due to her size and strength she rarely needs to exert herself and to this day she has not been physically challenged (not since the first time she wrestled a bear as a child, but then she was mostly unprepared than weaker. Ps. She cried when she accidentally killed it, stopped crying when she realized how tasty the bear is.).

Unless necessary she rather not partake in violence, as a hunter she was thought that a kill must be clear and clean sparing the pray from unneeded misery and pain. If forced, however she is not a pushover, and while still does not partake in needless violence will effectively and immediately remove the assailant from her and her associates' vicinity by picking them up and throwing them away over her head.

She grew up in a village that predominantly had many fragile and weak people and thus not only she gained mastery over her strength but also was raised with the duty of the caretaker. She may have been one of the younger children of her village at the time, but since she was the largest and strongest many of the manual labor was placed on her shoulders and so she grew to have a habit of being everyone’s mother, to care for their well-being, eating habits, if their sleeping well, fixing their clothes if it’s untidy and even bathing them. (She was strong enough to safely carry the pregnant women to the bath, wash them safely and carry them back with no problem, or help those that had injured arms or legs in bathing)

She is, as formerly mentioned, very soft-spoken and quiet and never feels the need to yell or raise her voice as her sight alone demands unwavering attention. She is well respected as the breadwinner of an entire village as is dutiful to be deserving of that respect. She rises early morning before the birds – the elders' joke that she wakes up the sun every morning ) and goes to bed later than everyone on the nights that she doesn’t stand guard all night (again the elders' joke that she either stays up to make sure all the stars are accounted for or that she keeps guard of the moon as well.)

She knows there’s a time and a place for everything, a time to be respectful, a time to be playful, and a time to be forceful. She put her duty as the caretaker above all else.

She hates it when people think she’s older than she is because of her hair and battered face.

She holds on to a very old superstition that drinking boar blood mixed with milk makes children grow to be strong, completely ignoring the parts that the superstition is about “sons” and not daughters and that she is not a “CHILD” anymore.

She may act humbly, but secretly she loves how large she is. The only time she ever hated her height is when she entered Shino Academy and all the doorframes were too short for her and her dorm room was ridiculously small for her built. And for that, she prefers to sleep on the rooftop.

She genuinely enjoys hard labor and will always offer to carry items for others and if she senses that someone is getting tired she will carry them on her shoulder With delight.

While she is a well-spoken person, if she meets someone she is annoyed with or particularly have done something to warrant her contempt towards them, she starts calling them a very specific insult she never normally uses and only reserves for those she dislikes. “Puny/tiny man” for the men and “ladybug” or “little caterpillar” for the woman. (Ex: *smiling politely* be careful little ladybug/puny man, it would be a shame if I accidentally stepped on you. – She has only ever used this insult twice to this day) and on the other hand, she particularly likes someone, she will make them flower crowns and jewelry made of bones and teeth of animals if they are girls (or they like jewelry) and make hand-carved hunting knives and fur coats for the men.

She prefers to bathe in a cold lake as oppose to use warm water or use an Onsen.

When she finally partakes in combat, she is without a doubt both an unmovable object and an unstoppable force. she prefers to detain her opponents with Kido or Hakudo and if forced break their bones with the hilt or the dull side of her sword and avoid having to cut them down. (She says: a blade is for slaying and not for playing.) if due to specific circumstances; she were to aim for her opponent's death, they will die as quickly and painlessly as possible within a day – if the numbers are high – she makes it seem as if her opponents are mere animals that she needs to put out of misery as quickly as possible and not prolong their suffering. (on one specific occasion where she was disarmed, she held her opponent in a tight hug and crushed his entire spine and rib cage, killing him. – She was miserable and depressed for days afterward, and proceeded to dig an honorable grave for the man.)

Moral: she is dutiful and puts it above all else. When she mush kills, she will make it as fast and painless as possible. And only when it’s necessary. She rarely becomes physical with anyone. she believes she’s stronger than anyone she knows and doesn’t see the need to assert herself in such away.

Self-control: fairly high. She is a very disciplined individual both physically and mentally.

Motivation: the satisfaction of achievement through hard work. By the sweat of her brow and the strength of her mountain-like back.

Discouragement: realizing her size may prevent her from perfecting an action. Or realizing she may have to resort to violence.

Intelligence level: she may not be the most intelligent, but she is wise for her age and has great life experience. Her intuition and deduction skills have saved her from many sticky situations.

Confidence level: she is not arrogant or boastful but she is without a doubt very confident and assured of her capabilities. Of her strength, skills, and intuition. As well as the leadership skills that she acquired through the years.

Mood the OC is in most often: peaceful and relaxed yet focused on the task at hand.

Sense of humor: she has heard every tall joke and buff girl joke there is and is bored of hearing them but she will use at least 1 a day. Lesbian and butch jokes annoy her. She has heard every crude joke an individual can think of. Personally, associates with dark humor. Will hopelessly laugh at shitty puns.

The greatest joy in life: once in her life she had nothing to do so she sat by the beach and laid on the sand listening to the sound of the waves and allowed the children to braid her hair with flowers and colorful ribbons, and that is the greatest feeling she ever had.

Greatest fear – why: to grow old and die in the same village she was born into without ever leaving it. While she is grateful to the people who raised her she doesn’t want her life to have begun and ended in a secluded village by the beach without ever having seen much beyond the woods and the shore.

What would throw the OC’s life in turmoil: the times where she had to kill, especially if the death was A) unintentional due to her uncontrolled strength as a youth and B) done with inappropriate weaponry that caused a slow death and prolonged suffering.

Most at ease when: surrounded by children or people that are younger than her. When surrounded by loved ones. When hearing the sound of running water that reminds her of the shore she grew up in.

Enraged when: insulted, annoyed for too long regarding petty things, teased for her graying hair or size for too long, if someone decides to attack someone smaller and weaker

Trauma: this goes back to when she was a very young child. At the tender age of seven, when she was all but a doe-eyed child, she would eat as much as 3 times a grown man – by that time she was about as tall as a teen – so it’s understandable that on a specially cold winter the village became short on rations. Instead of telling the child to eat less, the villagers lessened their rations for the children and Yasu. For that reason that winter 5 of the older and weaker villagers passed away. Yasu was not told this until she was a good 200 years old, and when she realized this is the reason why her “Yuudai sofu” (grandfather Yuudai) passed away. she was traumatized to a point of losing her appetite and starving herself for the next two years that she grieved. then she returned, vowed she would repay her family every grain of rice a thousand fold and every drop of milk ten thousand.

Prejudice: a general disdain for those who are physically capable but refuse to “cut their own wood” or “pull their weight”. She came from a village where it was an unspoken rule that the youth – and generally those who are capable – must look after those who cannot do so/ the old. and also a disdain for those who take the hard work of others for granted.

Favorite activity – hobby: when she doesn’t have anything particular to do she likes to sit down under a tree and either carve wood and bones into hunting knives or make flower crowns.

How does the OC feel about herself: she is comfortable in her own skin. Never really thinks about her appearance nor does she compare herself to others. She is content with who she is and the work she does.

One word to describe herself: reliable

One paragraph of how would she describe herself: “I think I’m reliable. I would like to think that I am. It’s my duty as the capable one to look after the others. I do enjoy working, I never seem to be able to sit down idly. Makes me fidgety. (Chuckles.) By the way, you seem tired! Need me to carry you? (Bends down) come now don’t be shy the weather is nice up here!” (Points at her shoulders making a tall joke)

Her best and worst personality trait is based on herself: “Oooooh, I’m not sure. I think my best trait is that, well, I’m reliable. And very sturdy. (Laughs.) my worst trait? I don’t know. I work too hard? Don’t take as many breaks as I should? I feel like I’m bragging.”

Her best and the worst physical trait is based on herself: “Hmmm. I never thought about that. I guess I do like that I’m tall and strong. I can take care of everyone like that. Reach the high shelves for them and pick them up when they're tired. I guess I don’t like my graying streaks? Makes people think I’m older than I actually am. “

How others perceive her: Villiger child said. ”Yama-Onna- san is the best! She picks us up and swings us around and around until we get dizzy and then she brings us fresh peaches every afternoon. She saved Aki-chan from a mean boar once. We love Yama-Onna- san sooo very much.”

Villager woman: “Aah, yes. I do know Yasu- chan. She is wonderful. A dutiful, wonderful, kind person. I remember when I was with child and couldn’t walk. She would always pick me up so gently and take me to bathe and take very good care of me. Not to mention she'd always make special rabbit soup for me to make sure I was well fed. She fixed my room when it was broken too. Such a handy girl she is. If only she were a man, I think I wouldn't mind a husband like her.” (she laughs as a man’s grumble comes from inside her home.)

The opinion of other people in general: “seeing her for the first time she may look frightening and imposing but in truth, she has the gentle heart of a bunny. Give her a chance to show you who she is rather than what she looks like. She may look like an imposing beast; but she’s about as harmless as a sweet little chipmunk. “

Does she hide her (true) opinion on other people: not particularly. Even when speaking the truth she will make sure to phrase it politely and gently.

The person she hates the most: lazy people in general – or that least lazy people who are ungrateful

Best friends: Hinamori Momo, Kotetsu Isane, Ise Nanao

Persons she avoids: Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Soi Feng

Person, she feels awkward with: Hitsugaya Toshiro (so small), Hirako Shinji (that weird smile), Soi Feng (so loud for someone so small)

The person she openly or secretly admires: Zaraki Kenpachi (he is up to my chest, very tall), Ise Nanao, Kuchiki Rukia

How she thinks others perceive her: Ushi-oni, imposing and scary (which makes her a bit sad)

One thing she would change about herself: the gray hair, maybe make herself a little shorter – just a little – enough that her head wouldn’t hit the door frames all the time.

Her main logic of the world: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

You can either dream or work to achieve that dream.

You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

By the sweat of your brow and the strength of your back, and the blood in your veins. Anything can be achieved.

When there’s a will there’s a way.

Depressed or sad when: she does something she deems cruel. doesn’t have anything to do. Her friend is in the middle of something she can’t help them with. When away from Kenpachi for too long. Sometimes she misses her mothers, father figures and her village.

Priorities: duty first. And not just work duty. Her duty to herself. Her duty to her romantic partner/ spouse. Her duty to her friend. Her duty to nature, her duty to her conscious. Her duty to her mothers.

Life philosophy: hard work pays off. Always. Not always in the ways, we want or we think we want. But always pays off in some way.

Soft spot – is it obvious or not: she has a giant soft spot for children and people who are physically very small even by normal standards. (namely, Hinamori Momo. Hitsugaya Toshiro, Kuchiki Rukia) – it couldn’t be any more obvious – she makes them flower crowns every day without fail)

Greatest strength: other than her bulging biceps? Her great leadership skills and hard-working nature.

Vulnerability or weakness: deep down she does feel weird and vulnerable about her size, after all, she is still a girl, and about the time she was 150 or so she was deeply sensitive when a guy would call her Ushi-Oni. Just because she was taller than everyone else. Although now she knows logically she shouldn't feel bad about herself and her appearance there are still times she feels embarrassed when she knows she can’t wear a beautiful Kimono because A) they don’t have it in her size and B) she realizes it wouldn’t be good on her as it would on someone like Ise Nanao or Kuchiki Rukia

Biggest regret: accidentally killing that bear, not realizing her eating habits were putting a strain on the village sooner

Minor regret: not learning feminine skills (sewing, tea etiquette, etc.)

Biggest accomplishment: becoming a Shinigami

Other accomplishments: mastering the sword, archery, trapping, fishing, tracking, and finding her way based on stars – making a full garden of peaches from only 3 peaches she bought – building a small fishing boat (albeit a flimsy one) – raising the number of the village livestock exponentially.

Past failures: she failed many times in almost everything she started. It’s not important how many times she failed in what, what’s important is that she is now more skilled than the average souls and Shinigami.

Embarrassing moments: her first 3 weeks at Shino Academy they didn't have a uniform her size so until they make one her size she was heavily underdressed. (the pants were only to her knees and the upper half was more like a tight short-sleeved vest. She preferred to wear her usual clothes but wasn’t allowed to. The moment Captain Hitsugaya who had come to the Academy on work-related matters saw her state of indecency he threw a fit and demanded appropriate clothing for a lady. – Yasu wanted to die at that moment.)

Darkest secret: she secretly, very deep down, is annoyed that no one else is half as strong as she is. And wishes there was someone she could find that she didn’t have to hold back for.) (*wink wink* foreshadowing *wink wink*)

Skills: life skills: 1. wielding a club

2. archery

3. trapping

4. pathfinding using stars

5. fishing

6. trapping and hunting and skinning animals

7. wood carving, bone carving, and tool building in general

8. cooking

9. farming, gardening

Incompetence: 1. Sewing

2. tea brewing

3. anything to do with speed or agility

4. patience in anything other than hunting

5. strategizing in anything other than hunting

Strength – talent – powers: Shinigami based: 1. professional Zanjutsu

2. advanced levels of Kido

3. unrivaled Hakudo

4. passable Hoho

Habits: 1. she stubbornly sticks to the superstition of drinking mill mixed with boar blood is good for health and strength. (even though the superstition says it’s good for little boys to grow strong and healthy and she is neither a boy nor a child.)

2. She prefers to take cold bathes even in midwinter.

3. Sleeping outside – unless provided with a big enough room.

4. Braiding her hair and making flower crowns when she is bored or nervous.

The organization involved: Gotei 13, Squad 10. (as the third seat officer)

Income: standard seated officer Shinigami income + overtime

Job satisfaction: doing all the paperwork as fast as possible (even those that aren’t hers… LOOKING AT YOU MATSUMOTO RANGIKU)

Health: as is expected of someone her size she is very healthy seldom gets sick. Her knees and ankles need a herbal and ointment massage now and then due to the pressure of caring for her weight.

Childhood life: on a particularly warm summer evening a woman by the name of “Hatsume” comes across this small village begging for a small room so she can have her child in peace. The villagers of course all this and the woman spends the next two months peacefully waiting for her child. The villagers assumed she must have multiple sons as her belly was greatly swollen but by the time the child was born, it was revealed that “Hatsume” was right and she only had one child. One little girl.

Actually no, she had one big girl. A girl so big, that she broke her mother’s hips as she was coming out resulting in the death of her mother. Originally the midwife –“ Obba-chan Harumi” – deemed it a bad omen and wanted to drown the child but was convinced otherwise by the rest of the women. Thus the newborn was given to “Riko” another woman who had recently lost her weak child due to heatwave. She named the child “Yasu “ and accepted her as her own child and fed her until she no longer could.

Apparently “Yasu” was a very hungry child and drank her mother dry within a few months, and so she was given to another woman named “Natsuko” who also raised her as her own alongside her son named “Tadashi”. And so, until Yasu-chan was old enough to eat solid food she was cared for by the collective effort of 10 women. (Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san) and as a child, she grew to eat 3 times a grown man and as an adult, she eats 9 times the average man as a moderate ratio (she can eat more)

Best memories: 1. sitting by the ocean with her 10 mothers and their other children making flower crowns and listening to the sound of waves.

2. Learning how to carve knives and sitting next to her “Yuudai-gi” and making hunting knives.

Worst memories: 1. sitting at the grave of “Yuudai-gi” now knowing why he died

2. Barring her mother “Kaede-san” after she fell ill

Alignment: bounces between lawful chaotic and chaotic lawful – sometimes lawful neutral

Short-term goal: accomplish daily duties to the best of her abilities.

Long term goal: live her life to the fullest and learn to relax and have fun without worrying

The most defining moment in her life: deciding she’s prepared the kids of her village enough and leaving them to become a Shinigami.

Type of childhood: certainly eventful, but all in all nurturing

First memory: her first and oldest childhood memory is being surrounded by many women cooing at her (her motherers) and one in particular saying something about giving her boar blood with milk.

Most important childhood memory: her first successful hunt, an old limping stag.

Childhood hero: Yuudai-gi

Education: thought by the rest of the villagers. Mostly focused on practical information – learned how to write and read when she had nothing better to do by her mothers.

Family: mothers: Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san

Father figure: Yuudai-gi, Kaoru-gi, Manzo-san, Ikemoto-san, Gihei-gi, Sotaro-san

Siblings: Tadashi-kun, Ekiken-kun, Toyozo-kun, kenji-kun, Hachigoro-kun, shigeru-kun, Akeno-chan, Euki-chan ,Mizuki-chan, Mami-chan, Romi-chan, Shizue-chan, Chieko-chan, Asaji-chan, Ochiyo- chan

+the rest of the village.

Relationship with parents: she was well-loved by all of her mothers.

Relationship with siblings: there were arguments as children and there were teasings as children but the older they got the better their relationship became and with her size she became everyone's protector and the helping hand of her mothers.

Spouse – lover – the person of interest: Zaraki Kenpachi, the second Kenpachi and the 11th captain of squad 11 of Gotei 13.

Children: none

Relationship with children: very well.

Other important family members: (her father may or may not have been a member of a branch family sworn to the Kuchiki clan but Hatsume never confirmed anything and died before revealing anything about the father of the child.) later on Yasu says she has no interest of ever finding her father since she already has 6 father figures and an entire village as family.

Favorites

-color: light ocean blue

-music: the sound of waves – the sound of branches moving in the wind – the sound of owls Hooting at night.

-food: Bear, boar, shrimps

-literature: she doesn't read much. The Academy textbooks are the closest she got to literature. That being said the book of Seireite Laws is her somewhat favorite.

-form of entertainment: making flower crowns, carving knives, going to the woods to watch the wildlife as they are, watch Kenpachi fight, watch captain Hitsugaya yell at Rangiku.

-expression: 1. You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

2. Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

-most prized possession: 1. her ragged old ribbon she uses to tie her hair up.

2. Her hair decorations.

3. The old hunting knife made of bear bone that once belonged to her Yuudai-gi

-weapon: old hunting knife that belonged to Yuudai-gi,

Her Zanpakuto (it’s her first and only appropriate and professionally made weapon)

-pastime: watching Kenpachi fight as she makes flower crowns or carves knives.

Poetry describing – quote describing: “she may not have been the innocent cherry blossom, nor the alluring lotus. She may not have been the moon goddess nor the lady sun. she may not have been the enchanting vixen nor the oblivious doe. She may not have been gentle river nor the cherishing wind. She may not have been a princess nor a noble jewel.

Instead, she was unconventionally alluring. She was the reliable oak and the sturdy pine tree. She is the north star guiding travelers home and the early morning twilight, the very beginning of a gentle, warm touch waking you up. She is the dangerously alluring owl and the coyote that mates for life. She is the iron shield you carry to war and the rock you lean on. She’s the hard-working peasant girl in the rice field and The silver O-Choko cup, the only thing the beggar refuses to sell.”

Playlist:

I have a dream – Abba

“I have a dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale

You can take the future even if you fail

I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in angels”

My same – Adele (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you

You're so provocative

I'm so conservative

You're so adventurous

I'm so very cautious

Combined you think we wouldn't and we do”

Into you – Ariana Grande

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that's how I want it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

Got everyone watchin' us, so, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you, oh yeah”

Are you ready – the Disturbed

“That's enough already now

You don't want to take it

All your reservations have been taken away

They've been taken away

So you think you're ready now

For the revolution

Yeah, they can't control you

Once you've broken away

You've got to get them out of your mind

When they stand before you they will find

A force they aren't ready for

***

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be strong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone

Who cannot be preyed upon”

The greatest thing – Cher Lloyd, lady Gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

”I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest thing to me.

And when, you' feeling like you're not enough.

I'll give you wings, i'll lift you up.

I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest, greatest thing to me.”

Out of control – lady gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I need a love that's crazy don't you see?

***

“Give it up, Put it up, Not enough, Not enough, Not enough, I need it Out of control.

Give it up just let your body Out of control”

Rival – Ruelle

“The tide is high

It's sink or swim

My only rival is within

Giants calling round the bend

My only rival is within

I won't let my demons win

My only rival is within

I will fight through thick and thin

My only rival is within”

The one thing – Shakira (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“You are the one thing that I got right

It's a fickle world, yeah, it's a fickle world

You turn the darkness into sun light

I'm a lucky girl, yeah, I'm a lucky girl

And if I mess up everything someday

I would hide my head in shame

Cause you are the one thing that I got right”

aesthetic: (disclaimer: non of the photoes and art works used in the grid bellow are mine i acuired them from pinterest. i do not take credit for any of these pieces.)

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[RO] Midnight Sanctuary

Midnight Sanctuary

A hollow street, quiet like the world is empty; as if all those of judgement had vanished. Rows of illuminating lights are lined along the roads, guiding those who were once lost to the dark. The abyss of the night sky contrasts against the bright stars, personifying the young man’s hope; The hope that the one dearest to him is okay. A freckled fair face with thick eyebrows and dark hair, he wears Spring clothes on an Autumn’s night as he knows the icy winds will be vanquished by his lovers arms. The boy’s name was Arthur, or Artie, which was what his friends used to call him before he came out of the closet and lost everything; But within the disparity had he found something worth more. Someone who would become his everything, a boy named Rylon. That boy reached out to Artie with open arms and compassion. In Artie’s eyes, he was an angel. An angel with flawed tanned skin and eyes like a garden of hazel flowers, with short-hair dark hair. A scrawny physique accompanied with a soft voice, was the boy who accepted Artie’s true identity. At times he was envious of Rylon’s iron heart, Artie felt he hadn’t deserved the kindness, as he had been accustomed to being neglected and tormented by those he had called friends. That was one of the many things the two boys had in common. Each day at school, the two boys acted like strangers to one another. While effective, their fragile hearts would tear apart because of it. Though out of fear from judgement and violence, Artie and Rylon did it for each other. The small bubble they lived in was not meant for people like them. Shunned for simply being different, the lovers adopted the night where the chaotic world was now at rest. Artie was driven by fear, a lot more than Rylon ever was. At first, he couldn’t trust that they’d be safe. If they were caught seen with each other, who knows what kind of people lurk in the shadows during that time of the night? What would they be capable of doing? These thoughts ran through Artie’s paranoid mind, he couldn’t risk himself getting hurt; He couldn’t risk seeing Rylon hurt anymore. But Rylon’s words swept away all of Artie’s anxiety, words he promised himself he’ll treasure forever.

“We spend day after day away from each other Artie. If the world won’t allow us to embrace under the sun, then we’ll just have to make the midnight our sanctuary.”

Artie remembers his innocent smile when he reassured him, as if it could rescue the world from wars. It warms his chest and fires strength into his body like fuel. The doubts begin to fade as confidence floods through his heart, he knows he’s going to see Rylon again. Artie no longer fears the dark as he did earlier, no longer withheld by the freezing breeze that made him shiver, he walks sturdily along the lonesome road until he sees him.

The two embrace in each other's arms, the warmth radiated is stronger than expected. It’s as if the passionate love shared between the two crescendo at this moment.

“How bad are they?” Artie whimpers with concern. Rylon extends his arm and rolls up his sleeve, revealing a scar and bruises that taint his pure skin.

“It’s not even bad this time! Hell, I could take them all on if I felt like it too!”, Rylon laughs his lies off, but Artie blatantly sees through. His concern only raises higher.

“Rylon, I hate that they do this to you. I-I keep telling you to tell your parents, tell the principal at the very least! If you don’t, I’ll end up doing it myself.” Seeing Artie as stirn as now was rare, it was clear to Rylon that he had had enough.

“My parents aren’t like yours, I told you before. They wouldn’t understand, and my Dad can do worse than this.” Rylon extends his wounded arm out for display. “Let’s just forget about all of that tonight, isn’t that the reason why we’re here, Artie?”.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Artie reluctantly gives in to staying away from those topics. Instead, the pair carry on walking towards something like their second home. A small bit of tension seemed to grow from the silence, as Artie’s passive aggressiveness is blatantly not so subtle. In an effort to close the awkwardness, Rylon conjoints palms with him and closes his fists. Artie trying so hard to appear mad, cannot resist the overwhelming flurry of butterflies and warmth from his hand, he had been waiting for this for too long. The blushing boy closes his fist as they lock firmly. Two lovers gaze at each other and chuckle, breaking the silence.

The night’s monochrome is coloured in with innocence and laughter, and the boys can feel that too. They had almost forgotten how it felt to be with each other, without a mask to put on. No, they feel for the first time in forever, they feel real. The path comes along a narrow walkway, with lively Cherry Blossom trees enchanting the two sides. The moonlight glistens through the pink flowers, bringing light to everything in front of them. “It’s beautiful.” Rylon whispers in awe. He looks to his side to see Artie, gazing at him with starry eyes. “It really is.” Artie breathes out slowly. Frozen in time, they stand still to admire the ethereal moment together; their breath, synchronised and their hands intertwined. Artie and Rylon, for this moment, their souls are one entity. The scene becomes interrupted as two shadows can be seen walking towards them in the distance.

The desolate path that lead to the forest in front of them is no longer empty, while the absence of light makes the two mysterious figures all the more haunting. A familiar fear kicks in for Artie, for what he dreaded most was about to happen. The night that was promised to be theirs is now not so unlike to the day.

“Rylon, can we please turn back?! I don’t like this at all!” Artie anxiously lets out as he frantically tries to loosens his grip from Rylon’s grip.

“No. Just keep walking and it’ll be fine, trust me, Artie. Please.” Rylon tightly holds onto Artie’s hand, refusing to let him go. Courage standing with fear, the two opposites walk the same path. Yet something is drawing Rylon to believe all is well, be it blind faith.

As the shadows step into the moonlight, the boys are dumbfounded, A fair petite girl with freckles can be seen, holding hands with a girl that’s much taller than her. The taller girl appears to be fit, her eyes are piercing and glowing at the same time.

“Oh my god, is that another-”

“Yeah, it is.” Rylon interrupts Artie, as the two smile at each other now with relief. The other couple turns left onto another path, when they make eye contact with the boys and smile. As Artie looks back, he sees the two arguing, but laughing and smiling simultaneously. He smiles and looks up at the gorgeous sky.

“You were right Rylon. The midnight really is our sanctuary.”

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