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shinjisdone · 9 months

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I read your rules, and I think it says you are still taking them as atm. Discard if not the case. Prompt: "I'd burn the world and everything in it for you" Yandere Link, dealers' choice for which. :)

I really tried to find a Link who could fit the prompt...and while I think BotW Link could be like that, I also caved in cuz I REALLY REALLY love him '//•~•//

Also felt a bit sassy and added in a bit of a background very similiar to my oc but tried to keep it rather neutral too (◕‿-)

TW: Yandere behavior, clinginess, Link kinda gives reader orders lowkey, people are mentioned to get hurt, selfish behavior, stubborn and selfish Link, non-consensual kiss

Yandere! Breath of the Wild! Link

Yandere Prompt 1.) "I'd burn the world and everything in it for you."

This morning your mind refused to really focus and actively be here in the world.

Even the galloping of his horse seemed dull no matter how fast he ushered it to go. Mindlessly you followed him up the mount, sitting behind him, Link telling you to hold on tight and so you did. Yesterday did not do you well.

Again, your mind wandered there. The scene was so vivd in the moonlight and the night had seemed to stretch as you both went back home. 'Home' it was, the small little shack in Hateno that was still in the middle of many needed restorations and Link was so motivated to let it all happen, spending all the rupees needed to transform it into your home - he had asked you what you wanted - flowers, a garden, a stable, the colors and shapes - and yet it all went down the drain recently. Link stopped investing.

"...What's wrong?" Link looked over his shoulder as your hands absent-mindedly let go of his waist. His voice was meek. "Oh, nothing," You quickly shook your head and he asked you to hold on tighter on him. "...Say, how are you doing?" The young man looked at you, his light blue eyes softening for a moment before he faced the road again. "I'll be fine." He let out.

Link began speaking his mind less and less, you noted. He wasn't like that when you met him.

The forced smile on your face vanished and you made sure to wrap your arms around his waist tighter. Your friend would stop, collect some more things - food, ingredients, weapons, items - before heading off faster and faster and further to the coast of Hyrule.

"Where are we even going?" You finally asked and Link ignored you yet again. Kakariko was just a hill down and the dirty blonde was set on visiting even this late at night - that's what you assumed.

"Stay here." He whispered as he quickly changed his clothes to something dark. With bated breath and worry, fidgeting in your place but not courageous enough to disobey him, you watched as Link sneaked down and began taking the crops, food and clothes out of people's shacks. It was only a matter of time before one local noticed the smallest of noises and began yelling at the intruder - not realizing it was Master Link, the chosen hero as they brought their pitchfork. Cold blue eyes snapped at them and with a swift move, the local fell on the ground, unconcious.

You panicked, gasping as he returned and grabbing onto him to slow him down, "Link!" You breathlessly let out as the rest of the village woke up. Ignoring you once again he grabbed you, hoisted you up on the horse and fled.

Fingers twitched as you held onto the rails and pulled them back once you were out of sight. The horse brayed and stopped, causing both of you to stumble.

"Link! What was that?! What's gotten into you?!"

He tried to have you sit back on the horse yet you refused.

"These are our friends! The entirety of Kakariko trusts you!"

You watched something shift in his gaze and his lips were a thin line.

"We're leaving." You almost blurted out a confused noise and your face scrunched up.

"Leave where to?"

"We're leaving Hyrule." Link was blunt even as his gaze had shifted as he saw the look on your face. Your lips were pressed into a thin line, eyes widened as you understood what he meant. "Link", you started with a measured tone, "You can't go. We may have come this far but we aren't done. Everyone here needs you."

"I don't need them." He felt couragous enough to finally bark out his frustrations - yet as he stomped forward to grip your arms, his eyes softened. Softened in the way whenever he was able to recall a distant memory, a past long-forgotten by those who used to know him. You were there when he remembered each little piece of his past and you were especially there for him when he shed tears at the very last one. "I just need you." You both frowned and you feared that Link would start crying again. His grip tightened and you tried to ignore the pain.

"This isn't right." Nevertheless, you tried to stir him back to the right path. "Everything is still in shambles. We need to fix it." "For whom? Everything is already in shambles, no one remembers me. Those who did are gone. Now...I only have you."

There was a thought in your head, a very obvious fact but for his sake you bit your tongue. Holding his arms in return, you forced him to look at you in the eye and spoke sternly. To finally, finally get it into his head. Hoping that what had happened last night would not deter him.

"What about the princess? She saved you, she is protecting everyone right now, she remembers you still. And now she is waiting for you." There - you can clearly see through him and through his glare. Link's mind shifts to long, golden hair while he attempts to surpress the fact that she suffered as much as he did - he could recall that well. Yet he wanted his selfishness to win still. "I remember her." He spat, "Remember an envious princess who despised my destiny as much as I did. I don't want it anymore."

"Link, please-"

"I don't want it! I just want you!"

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"You are the hero! You must save the world!"

Hands still gripping your arms, he lowly leaned on you before shaking his hanging head slowly. Staying still for a few moments more, you feared he wouldn't answer you anymore and stubbornly follow his selfish wish anyway.

Still shaking his head, Link slowly lifted it to stare into your eyes - his were drunkily narrowed, eyebrows down with a crooked grin, looking like he wanted to cry.

"I'd burn the world and everything in it for you."

Again, your breath hitched as it did the night before as Link left helpless travelers to their demise to monsters, simply because they refused to help you while they could and he was dragging you to safety.

Whimpers escaped your throat as he rushed towards you, pressing his calloused lips thinly against yours.

You vivdly remembered that he said the exact same words to you that night as well but you desperately tried to delude yourself of such a possibility. That the chosen hero you were supposed to help turned out to be a selfish, suffering man who found solace in your existence when everyone forgot his.

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helloescapist · 10 months

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To See His Smile

Word Count: 5,598

Setting: slow burn oneshot, Amajki x GN!reader; SFW

Content Warning(s): none

Summary: From your first encounter with the seemingly stoic hero, Suneater to the aloof senpai of The Big 3, and all of the pieces in between, you adored the many sides of Amajiki Tamaki, but what you loved most of all was the smile he rarely shared.

[Not my art, credit goes to the artist!]

There were so many sides to him, more than just the stoic emerging hero the public knew and adored. More the embodiment of anxiety and social recluse U.A. students were familiar with. There were so many sides to him, layers wrapped delicately and protectively like a rosebud who dared not yet blossom. The first glimpse beneath the surface was enough to have you hooked, not that you had ever intended to meet that fated day.

The train set for the Kansai region bustled with energy having departed on a school excursion. The optimistic chatter amongst classmates. Assigned groups knitted closely together. Some compared brochure notes, dedicated themselves to sight-seeing, the thrill of exploring neighboring temples and aging castles claiming their attention; others simply swapped treats amongst themselves pocky for senbei, health snacks packed by doting parents lost amongst the bargaining, all too willing to subject themselves to a wayward tour. Although based off of the composed members, it was likely their bellies would be their guide. While one group discussed desired activities, hearts poured into escaping to the shopping districts and local fashions, another could be heard just as eagerly plotting buoyant romantic rendezvous, daring to sneak into co-ed hotel rooms. The distant views of sakura trees passing them by, Mount Yoshino’s beauty left astray. Gentle waves of white and pink blossoms framed against a sky outline before the inevitable drawing of the destined station. Your own group partners adored in their perspective uniform, having chattered away as you watched the flowers disappear from view. Of all the things you had considered would happen that day, hanging off the side of a building was not in mind.

The arrival was swift and full of excitement to the prospect of independence. Quick to disburse luggage at the school-selected onsen, not having bothered to change out of uniforms, and barely having the time to snug a scarf around your neck to protect from the chill the region offered before your group ushered you forward. Your heart practically humming in your eardrums, beyond excited at the prospect of visiting the sky gardens in person. From the shopping opportunities, restaurants, cafes, adorable mascots, and so much more, you were thrilled at the opportunity to immerse yourself in the botanical gardens, and be swept away of the composition of traditional Japanese flora, the even more tempting opportunities to interact with rare species accumulated from other countries, alluring for someone of your particular quirk. And the very reason you had crossed your fingers, prayed to every shrine and every God you could surmise, hinted at your group peers in the hope that they would consider it a stopping place for your voyage—your opportunity mostly provided by Yuki’s enthusiasm for pudding peeked at the mention of a famous café that was hosted by the botanical garden. The hearts were practically shined in her eyes as her hands clasped your own tightly, yanking you forward impatiently and excitedly. Her sunshine yellow hair printed with orange pats, her grin brighter than the sun, and the red plaid of her skirt ruffled as she urged you to run, tossing all decorum to the side. Behind you, the opposite to her energy were your companions, Aoi being pushed forward. Uneasy, murmuring about heights, and Mizuki’s hands pressed firmly across his shoulders as he urged him forward, half bothered to share words of reassurance but not dedicated enough to hide their exhaustion from the train. Your group parting upon the entry of the premise. Yuki pudding bound, her gusto radiating causing her tail to tap eagerly against the ground. Aoi tucked closely behind her, doing his best to remind her of her manners much like a motherly hen. Mizuki having found a fondness for the building’s mascot, and you slipped off to the gardens.

And it was worth it. So very worth it. The gardens were nothing short of breathtaking. Tiers of gardens coordinated and widespread amongst the indoor radius. Its extensive variety flora captivating viewers. Waves of colors, symphony of scents. The occasional delicate floral notes orchestrated from roses, a tropical hint from palms, spicy white dianthus caryophyllus, and citrus notes from lemon balm. The calming effects of nature at your beck and call, and the colors that graced the sites. Reds derived from ginger plants and celosia. Oranges tinted from fruit bearing trees, kalanchoe thrysiflora, and yellows painted with devil’s tongues, and marigolds. Greens gifted from various ivy types, and dusty hues from barberry, agave, and even Chinese Jujube. Blues of many varieties ranging from lavenders to hydrangeas, and then there were the purples. Mystical wisteria, magical foxglove, and masquerading nightshade. Peaceful, and opportunities you could ever dream of, as you breathed in the warmth. Acknowledged the passing by of viewers. Groups of students that frocked pass you, whispers of romantic proposals, lovers that dared to sneak kisses from prying eyes, and even families on an outing. The only real question was, were to start. Hours poured over studying the brochure and information pamphlets, there were so many wonderful beginnings, opportunities to dive into study. But where? Where? There. Perfuming the air as you inspected petal after petal, delicate to the plant as you leaned over on bent knees, tucking your heart intentionally behind your ear as your lashes grazed your cheeks. The current specimen at your fingertips, dracaena. Careful to avoid any pricks as you inspected its pores, examined soil textures, and took notes on its surrounding, and potential uses. How difficult it would be to manifest this particular plant, and how tasking it might be on your stamina, body, and potential side-affects it may have on the environment, targets, or even yourself. Biting your lips, you were too absorbed in the specimen to notice your surroundings. The rush of students and onlookers peering from windows. Distant noise of explosions that lightly vibrated the spikes upon the Dracaena causing you to glance up, but for later than you would like to admit. Intrigue had turned to terror, people fled from the windows, the shattering of glass, and crumbling of walkways beneath your feet. Stationed at the edge of the sky botanical, visitors flooded the exits, and your heart thrummed in your ears. Eyes locked on the busied exit. A familiar pump of adrenaline in your muscles, but the distant ebb of a wail tore your gaze from escape.

A little girl dressed in overalls that hung loosely on her shoulders, hung desperately to the ground. Her fingers giving out beneath her as the building swayed with some unseen collision. Her eyes wide as tears rolled from her cheeks. Trembling as she screamed for her guardian, but amongst the growing tragedy, her voice was lost amongst the crumbling rubble. A bite of your lip, and quick calculations in your thoughts as you scanned every flora in your immediate knowledge before devising a half hazard plan drawn from necessity. Drawing yourself forward, you stretched your hands out, manifesting the strength of Chocolate Vines, its scent carried on the smoke as you wound it around a steel beam, the end coiled snug against your wrist as you dived for the child.

Nope. Of all the possibilities the day offered, it had never occurred to you that you would be hanging from the side of a building, snagged against the side of the building with scratches marring your flesh. Shattered glass and crumbling concrete, and a child secured tightly at your side. Her sobs echoing your ear drums as she buried her nose into the flesh of your ribs. Given the circumstances, what with the life-threatening consequences one wrong move could provide, you hadn’t suspected that of all the whispers of romantic endeavors your classmates had dreamed of would star you. You.

His mask, adorned in gold trim across his brow pass the bridge of his nose. Indigo tinted, his temple drawn, eyes squinted, and tentacles??? While the information is relatively unsurprising looking back on that fateful day, at the time, it was the quite the shock as he hoisted the combined weight of the child and you towards him before snagging onto your torso. Your vines beginning to wilt and snag, growing weak stressed from the demands. Around you, the building was unstable, the child anxious and trembling, and the boy who held you snug against his gaze followed a distant fight tumble about as he navigated his way to the ground. He seemed sure-footed, his bare feet delicate and adept at mobilizing his body in the quivering structure. It was in that time you etched his figure into your memory. The tips of his ears flushed against the changing winds. Hair the color of fresh blueberries, bangs that hung over baptisia australis eyes that threatened the shade of blue wild indigo blossoms as they refused to meet your own. Focused on the security and the safety of his passengers. What a cute misconception that was—the poor boy was horrified. His stomach had been in the pits, trembling at the close proximity to you, didn’t dare face the humiliation, and even worse, the situation and maneuvering had left him with little choice in positions to support your weight. He didn’t dare meet your eye, too stuck on calculating whether he should adjust his hold and risk dropping the child and you, or risk you believing that he, Suneater was a degenerate that had grasp on your chest, and the inevitable, deserved slap that would accompany it. What would Fat Gum do?

That had been the first of many encounters, and your first glimpse at the man behind the mask, adorned by the alias Suneater. Your initial introduction has been surprising; it wasn’t every day you get flung from a building, and are rescued by a cute elven boy. Let alone one so stoic. You hadn’t missed the gentle glimpse he had given you at the time, as you drew forth a small flower crown for the little one as you awaited the return of her guardians. The sight of its petals giving her a smile as you did your best to manifest other floral distractions. The gentle peek before tugging on his hood, shielding his face, and capturing your heart, but the second layer, the one that you tucked dearly to your heart was as much of a chanced opportunity as your introduction, and a rarity that you suspected only Togata Mirio.

The entrance exam for U.A. was… a lot. It was exhausting. Rounds of machinery hell bent on crushing you and your competitors. If the grueling exam wasn’t one thing, the practical was another. The point system had drawn out the fierce drive in everyone, not to mention the freak situation with that one kid with green hair—what on earth was that? The mere thought of it bore out a sigh from you as you drew yourself outside, searching out a water source and sunshine. Anything to recharge your battery. After all, the number of vines and ivies you had utilized to catapult yourself into the air, and how many rows of thorns you had weaponized itself—you honestly couldn’t count, but were well aware of the drain your body had endured. Your bones ached, and you felt fatigued as you stretched under the shade of a nearby tree, giving yourself a moment before preparing to drag yourself home. Sweat clung to your brow as you breathed in the soft day’s air, languidly wiping it away. You could feel the way your seat suit had clung to your form, not having considered how cutesy they appeared with the cat figure, and the other applicants hadn’t considered you a competent candidate, and admittedly, you felt a little embarrassed by the cat ears that adorned the hoodie, your cheeks burning at the thought. But how could you refuse to wear it? It had purchased with love, a symbol of good luck from your family, and sort of all the more reason why you had chosen a secluded area to cool off before the trek home.

“Ahhh, that was GREAT!” A booming voice cheered. Deep and enthusiastic, stretched out over taunt muscles, and a wide smile far bigger than the sky above, and bright hair that dared to reach the clouds. Round eyes that squinted and heavily patted the back of his comrade as he heaved marked boxes for the U.A. faculty, “reminds me of our entrance exam! And that one kid! Man, the new first year class is going to be amazing. Don’t you think?”

“There-there’s so many of them,” a weak voice mumbled. Struggling unlike his counterpart, standing shorter as well, the delicate boy had been roped into assisting the staff amongst the U.A. entrance. A doing of his friend’s own enthusiasm, who had often enjoyed watching the entrance exam, but this time, he had insisted, or rather dragged the timid boy. Volunteered him as well, and in doing so, exposed him to the upcoming class, and another reason to fret over his own capabilities. His soft complexion complicated as he gazed down at the contents of his luggage.

A girl playfully responding to the blonde’s statement as she pushed forward, the smile on her face evident and humming. Her periwinkle blue hair long and buoyant. What she said, you hadn’t heard, and became increasingly realized that they were not aware of your existence. Their comradery drawing your attention as you watched both the bright boy, and beautiful girl speak to one another, heaving supplies towards the distance, and the boy strayed, dragging behind languidly. His movements stiff, full of worry. His face revealing his unease as his brow wrinkled. His thoughts claiming his attention, causing a thrum of chill down his spine and gloom over head. The stark difference from the hero who had rescued you. A complicated look etched across his features, his bangs looming over his face and high cheek bones. “I-I just want to go home,” he whispered.

Adorned in the shade of the tree, you could make out the tense way he carried himself. Aware that his companions had led the way, perhaps unintentionally leaving him behind, or perhaps giving him a moment to breathe. You weren’t entirely sure, but having witnessed to his distress. You found yourself standing, considering whether or not to check in on him, you mean… was he okay? His eyes drawing swiftly up, wide. You could feel your heart slam into your throat, your stomach occupied in the place in which it used to rest as it threatened back flips. Shuffling you backwards, seeking further shade to hide as though you had done something so indecent as spying. Y-you could explain. It wasn’t that you were intentionally spying! You were here first! You were? Right? Yeah, of course, it was a simple explanation, and then when the group had passed you by, you didn’t want to be rude--- oh no, you were spying. Practically snooping, and preparing to apologize, and bend yourself down so far as to touch your knees with your own forehead. Forgiveness. You needed forgiveness, but would he give it? Oh no, no, no one wants to be seen at such a low, but it was the soft hum that caught you off guard. Encouraged you to stay tucked against the tree that offered a shield from sight. “ah, but Mirio asked this of me…. I should- I should do it.” His smile was as soft as his voice. Tender as the look in his eyes that traced the fluttering of wings. Its delicate hues danced playfully near him as if greeting his grace, and enjoying his equally pleasant aura. A pailo demetrius butterflied that dared to skim the ends of his hair, testing its landing spot. Undoubtedly having confused him for a wild flower, his hair having deceived the butterfly, or rather welcomed its attention. Not that the butterfly seemed to mind, greeted with a smile, nor did your rescuer. The most delicate smile creased his lips, met his soft eyes as he resolved himself to the task. “Thank you,” he whispered warmly to the butterfly before following after his companions. The setting of the sun basking in his soft glow.

Spying wasn’t right, and in part, maybe you had blossomed a questionable pass time hobby, but for all the luck in the world, you had witnessed something rare, unfathomably valuable, and equally breakable, and you would do everything in your power to witness it, if only for one more time.

The third time your paths had crossed was more conventional, orchestrated by Aizawa-sensei, and the first time you had officially heard his name, his true name rather than the one he had dubbed as a hero. It had been the demonstration provided by The Big 3, although it wasn’t intended to be so. It was simply supposed to be an explanation of the Hero Work-Studies that had escalated further than intended.

The class had been a murmur of excitement, curiousity, and drive. There were those who were star struck, like Midoriya, who was drawn into his own world, composed of strategy break down, quirk application, and overall… fanboyism. Others such as Bakugo and Kirishima were eager to hear about the opportunities the program offered, the prior setting himself bars above and eagerness, and confidence. Then, there were the skeptical, the ones with questions and considerations such as Asui and Tokoyami. The range of the classroom was wide, and diverse, each hero-to-be hanging on every word, and every action of The Big 3, and then there was you. Your eyes landed on him, the one dubbed the alias, Suneater, and introduced as Amajiki Tamaki. Just like that fated day, his eyes strayed. Shook underneath the gaze of others, quivered uneasily. His frown growing, and the quiet mumblings that from your seat, seemed incomprehensible. The soft of his skin revealing his anxiety, and trembles as he inevitably turned his back to the class once more. Miserable, and out of place, it was a side of him that U.A. as a whole had grown accustomed to, and perhaps familiarized themselves with, but the transition of anxiety to the sheer acknowledgement of his companion, Togata-senpai. The amount of pride in someone else’s accomplishments, and joy of the memories he shared to the class. Perhaps, it was the real him, a complex mixture of anxiety and pride in friends, and yet, it was that gentle smile of that fateful day that would not leave your heart, and whispered the reality to you. You were determined to see every side of Amajiki-senpai that you could.

And there it was, the mission. The determination and the drive to capture that smile once more, just to witness it again. You had left the Hero-Work program explanation with admittedly two goals in mind: the first to be accepted by a Hero, and the second… to see Amajiki-senpai’s smile once more! Lucky for you, this goal was thankfully intertwined in execution in skills.

The hours you subjected yourself to studying, poured yourself over tomes. Thumbed your fingers across spirals, exhausted your eyes into the late nights. Accidentally falling asleep at your desk. Worrying your family in more ways than you dared to admit, and missed out on a number of opportunities to engage in extra-curricular activities. The days felt almost like a blur of coursework, class hours and week days spent pouring yourself amongst the pages of botany pages. U.A.’s library offered so much valuable information, but your quirk required work. Knowledge, practice, and practical application… To be honest, going about blindly and testing out plant after flora, after specimen, and cacti would wreak havoc across Japan, and give rise to invasive species, that you suspected would endanger your potential hero licensure. Something you longed to avoid at all costs, after goal all, the first goal was to achieve a Hero-Work study, but that didn’t mean that you would be thorough in your investigation. After all, that’s what the practice fields were for, right? Principal Nezu, please forgive you for any future transposing’s your practice may inflict on the U.A. gardens. Thus, the library hadn’t been enough, drawing information from various internet sources, and on the weekends, daring yourself to outings dedicated to your research. Garden visit after garden visit, touring nursery after nursery, you were dedicated, and in time, your first goal had been achieved, but it wasn’t what you had hoped for. It wasn’t what any of you had hoped for.

It should have brought you joy, a sense of pride and recognition in your skills, and to some extent, it did. At least, initially. To have been selected for the Hero-Work program and to have been placed under Kesagiri Man’s care was one that desired praise, and an extra serving of tonkatsu at dinner. How you had beamed in your hero uniform, specially tailored to your form. Leaves that gathered and crawled up right your right leg, blossoming to cover your form naturally before trailing around your left shoulder until coiling at your wrist. Admittedly, to the few, it bordered risky, but remained modest. The intricately delicate head mask that had curved to the shape of your brow, slipping behind your ears into your hair as though fitted for royalty gave you the impression of having slipped from the pages of a fairytale, and how you had painstakingly thumbed through names, landing on the trial run of Danu. In addition to the praise, well, you really had felt excited for the weeks to come. After all, to have garnered a Pro-Hero’s attention wasn’t something to be easily dismissed, it was quite the accomplishment as well as noteworthy key point on any resume, and when it had been decided you would play a role in the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you were beaming at the opportunity to work alongside pro-heroes, and even better… the opportunity to see Amajiki-senpai adorn the alias Suneater. You were practically beam like a sunflower in summer, so much so you had even accidentally blossomed Indigoletta rose buds, rich in lavender petals and devoid of thorns, but now, all of that joy was nullified. The creeping sensation that crept up your neck, raised the hair on your forearms as fumes filled the air. The sound of rubble, and stone clashed in a chaos of elements. Gunfire that radiated amongst the surrounding area, breaths of wind and smoke. The stray attacks that grazed pass you. The numbing realization of how serious, and out of hand the situation had become. What had been a strategic plan, with intention and a clear route: those infiltrating had faced far dangerous circumstances than expected while you were left on the side lines. Charged with defending the injured, and supply those in need of immediate medical assistance—how you had stayed up hours expanding your knowledge into medical herbs. Rosemary, lavender, cloves, ginger, dandelion, eucalyptus—you named It, you had mentally filed it away, practiced manifesting it in your home (your home would smell of herbs and spices for months to come, not that your family had hinted any frustration, even going so far as to add leftovers in recent dishes). All the anticipation, and all captivated feelings of accomplishment had been diminished like a flame left in the rain as your fingers hesitantly traced his cheek, far paler than normal. How had this happened? The heroes…. You had pro-heroes. How had it become the Hassaikai Incident? Strained features, taunt lips that pursed and winced. The faintest of groan carried on dwindled sharp breaths, and eyelashes clasped between squeezed eye lids. A feeble warmth beginning to blossom across his features, as the color drained from his blanched complexion. Evidence littered across his cloak, carved into his features. His quirk beginning to mollify, octopus tentacles withdrawing, chicken feet and wings extracted, and the oddest traces of gemstones. Blood that stained, and rubble that threatened open wounds. The trembling in your fingertips undeniable as anxiety thrummed through your body, panicked heart beats that claimed your ear drums, and dulled your senses and response time. All you had wanted was to see him smile.

The recovery had been better than expected, although truth be told, it was perhaps the anxiety that had convinced you it was worse than it truly was. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit how many trips you had made to the local hospital, peaking in on his progress. This is where you had witnessed, yet another side of the elven hero. The soft humility was commendable. The way he expressed concern for others involved in the incident from the loss of a mentor, inquired about Togata-senpa’s condition, and even yours—how that had sent your heart into fits. The sweet care for others, shifting attention to those who he deemed worthy even if it was at the cost of his own care—the way the tips of his ears would blush upon being fretted over by his attendant. The tender gazes out of the window when he achieved a moment, free of further probing. It was enough to elicit a soft sigh from you, and a bubbling of melancholy. Spying, when had you become such a snoop? You promise your parents hadn’t raised you this way, and imagined your siblings would chastise you if they had known, but for all the stolen glimpses between the hospital door, the shuffle of the occasional nurse, and even Recovery Girl’s reassurance that he was certainly recuperating just fine, and even awkwardly dodged your elder’s insistence that while he was a cumbersome boy, he wouldn’t reject a visit from a companion. Yet, you could never bring yourself to knock, merely leaving random visitation flowers with the nurse in the charge of him for the day, sputtering out some clumsy excuse to leave without greeting him. The last visit having been total humiliation that had you buried in your pillow. You really hadn’t mean to escalate from mere snoop to pervert. The adrenaline of the nurse having rejected your delivery request under Recovery Girl’s insistence you were amped up! You could do it! You could! Until the door popped open, the distinct giggle of Hado-senpai emitting from the room, and thin muscles that impacted your face. Your rush having dragged you straight into his chest, to both of your horror. “She-she didn’t see me,” he had stammered, yanking his bandaged form against the door frame, resting his forehead against it, and shielding his features. Failure. Complete and total failure, and even worse. Contact. The flowers in your hands smooshed against you. Hado-senpai’s periwinkle curls caught in the air, practically thrumming with the electric current personality radiated. Her bags practically bouncing with her, as her delicate blue topaz eyes found the bouquet caught in your fingers, a presumptuous grin spreading as she attempted to draw Amajiki-senpai’s attention. You noped out of there as fast as your legs could carry you, pushing the floral arrangement into her hands before disbursing down the hall, eliciting knowing giggles from medical staff.

Upon hearing that Amajiki-senpai had decided that the laughter was directed at him specifically, you had determined to keep your distance for the time being. Well, at least until the shame had dissipated. In that absence, you struggled, and remained vigilant. You really, just wanted to see his smile again, and while Vermilion’s had survived the onslaught despite the odds, Suneater’s had practically been banished into the shadows. More late hours dedicated over books, anything to see that captivating smile resurface. The determination to have that very same smile directed your way having taken root at the school festival.

Class 1-A had found themselves determine to win over the student body while the beauty pageant fostered growing tensions amongst competitors. The ever-boiling tension between Hado-senpai and Kenranzaki-senpai had ushered in wave after wave of stomach aches on your behalf. Having been allocated a sewing position in the costume creation for 1-A’s performance, you had definitely developed a whole new appreciation for the hero uniform department, and received a few private requests as well. That’s how you saw it, the growing crushing realization that if you didn’t land every stitch on Kenranzaki-senpai’s gown with a dedicated level that reached her expectations, you suspected you would be receiving end of her tank, or much worse given her talent as a member of U.A.’s Department of Support. The terror sending you reeling as you sat to the side, panicked, rushed, and wary of every scuffle between the two upper classmen. In this time frame, you had bore witness to a gentle reassurance. The warmth Amajiki-senpai in attempting to consul his friend’s feelings, and on the day of the pageant, as you wearily mended a snag on Kenranzaki-senpai’s dress (seriously though, a tank? In a DRESS?), there he was, front and center. Braving the crowd. A fond smile that graced his lips, one so warm you suspected it could thaw even the coldest winter day, perhaps could even still the ever-driven Kenzranzaki-senpai. Imagine, all of the students who had gathered, pressed against the stage in anticipation to see beauty. Blissfully unaware that a true vision of enchantment was not Hado-senpai that twirled in the air, but her supporter, Amajiki-senpai squished amongst viewers, happy to see her achieve her goal.

The burning desire to have that smile, that mythical smile directed your way had led you here. Fingers covered in dirt; the soil wedged between your nails. Your hands delicately cupping the earth between your digits. All the hours of being Hatsume Mei’s test subject had come to bare fruits, and to the gods above, it had been trying. How Midoriya had endured her assertive personality, and well, risky decision-making skills were beyond you—you suspected it would be weeks before all of your bruises and scrapes healed, but here it was. The full soil report across the school grounds, targeted to more secluded areas. Each region mapped consistently. Hatsume may be a bit fanatical in her own unique way, but she was extremely thorough. Your smile expanding as you examined your surroundings. From Hatsume’s report, you were able to determine the soil type was a match, from the drainage needs, the pH balance, and even the sun exposure. “it’s perfect,” you whispered to yourself as you yanked out your water bottle, chugging it as quickly as you could before threading your hands deeper into the ground, making sure to clear the topsoil. “I can do this.” With closed, tight eyes, you dedicated your all to envisioning the roots strong and sturdy. Its shrub structure encompassing the area, healthy, dark green leaves, and felted form. Lance like stems that gave way to various shades of purple, deep violets, and light and delicate lilac. Grow. Grow. Grooooow. Spreading across the opening, tucked away on U.A. grounds were only students who wished to have a moment alone would wander, out of sight, and out of mind. The perfect escape. Murmuring praise to encourage its growth, after all, everything grows with kindness. Its blooms reaching towards the sky, enjoying the high sky, and stretching slowly, but surely before maturing at ten feet tall, wide spread and the heavenly sweet scent of honey beckoning the environment. Your grin spread, a soft shade of scarlet spread across cheeks.

You had done it. Buddleja japonica. A native variety of butterfly bush. The delicate flutter of wings, emerging colors drawn from all surrounding areas, enticed by the promise of nectar. Exhaustion weaved on your features, and admittedly, you knew that latter, you would need to provide another round of foliage to entice the butterflies to remain, but for now, you could only bask in the scenic view of your makeshift butterfly garden, and approaching figure. Thin, and taller than yourself, long fingers that grasped the note you had slid into his genkan cubby at school, the telling shade of the envelope and cute sticker you had attached. The surprise on his face, admittedly because he had steeled himself to facing a challenge head-on, some part of him believing someone hated him enough to call him out to a secluded area of the school—not that anything in the note had suggested as such, although you had to confess that the vague request to meet you here regardless of the daring heart addition may have sent the wrong impression, and had the poor boy reeling into a variety of panic attacks before he had worked up the nerve to appear.

His deep-set amethyst hair catching the glimmer of sunlight, his eyes deeper than the sweetest Murasaki tart now wide as the glow of a blush spread from the tips of his ears, danced across his cheeks, and landed on the tip of his nose. His mouth opening in wonder, and awe as the butterflies danced across flower petals. The occasional one straying to greet his arrival before his eyes found you, knelt on the ground. The exhaustion as evident as the dirt that marred your hands with the level of dedication your quirk and feelings had nurtured, your hair falling just right in the iridescent of the day creating the faintest of halo glows. The coy expression you bared, gazing ever so affectionately at… him? The realization causing his form to shake and him to advert his eyes, the blossoming of warmth in his heart and smile that threatened to break. His wrist drawn up to hide himself from view. Doing the best to conceal the growing blush that had claimed his delicate features, his almond eyes widened as they traced your silhouette. “B-beautiful,” whispered shyly across the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

#bnha x reader #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha amajiki

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quinntusmechanicus · 8 months

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Hello!!

My name's Quinn!! I am 21+, my pronouns are They/Them and I have a hobby for writing!!

If I reblog something from you, I'm probably following you from a different blog ❤️

Maybe one day I'll make an OC list, lol!!

List of Media I Enjoy!!

Accurate as of 12/16/23 (MM/DD/YY)

Video Games: [Zelda / Dragon's Dogma / Dragon Age / Elden Ring / Kingdom Hearts / Monster Hunter / Destiny / Pokemon]

TTRPGs: [D&D 5E / Pathfinder 1E / Call of Cthulhu / Kids on Brooms / Monster of the Week / War & Glory]

Books: [The Night Angel Trilogy / Warrior Cats / Mother of Learning / Harry Potter / Worm]

Comics/Webtoons: [Homestuck / Satan and Me / Covenant / Winter Moon / Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint / Solo Leveling / Sousou no Frieren / FFF-Class Trashero / Berserk / Return of the Mount Hua Sect / Kimetsu no Yaiba / Dungeon Meshi / MADK / Ranger Reject / Mieruko-chan / Goblin Slayer / The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / Tamen de Gushi / Nan Hao & Shang Feng]

Movies/TV: [Nope / Chronicle / Palm Springs / Dune / The Boys / Moon Knight / Midnight Mass / Interview with a Vampire / Succession / Breaking Bad / The Fall of the House of Usher / Invincible / Steven Universe / Gravity Falls / Over the Garden Wall / Adventure Time / Castlevania / Avatar: The Last Airbender]

Anime: [Darker Than Black / Mob Psycho 100 / One Punch Man / Inuyasha / Death Note / Blue Exorcist / One Piece / Bleach / Naruto / Boruto / Demon Slayer]

Podcasts: [The Penumbra Podcast / Welcome to Nightvale / The White Vault / The Bright Sessions / The Magnus Archives / The Yard / Tiny Meat Gang Podcast / Stretch & Fade / Cream Crew / Forehead Fables]

Musicals: [The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals / Black Friday / Nerdy Prudes Must Die / Hamilton / Be More Chill / Dear Evan Hanson / Beetlejuice / 36 Questions]

#homestuck #kingdom hearts #good omens #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #elden ring #monster hunter #dnd #d&d #juno steel #17776 football #naruto #destiny 2 #pokemon #one piece #fandom #starkid #hatchetfield

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primordialsoundmeditation · 2 years

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Mount Usher garden, Ireland

The Guardian of the Woods

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senatushq · 11 months

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Artemis

NAME/ALIASES. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her or She/They AFFILIATIONS. UTP OCCUPATION. UTP

History

Fallen in the battle between the Elder Gods and the Great Old Ones, a struggle that would come to be known as the Titanomachy, Artemis and her brother Apollo died side by side and were later resurrected after their Uthenera in the divine realm of Elysia high above Hyperborea. She awoke shortly before her brother in the vessel of a former light elf, her divine power overflowed in her mother’s arms as she immediately took to aiding in the usherance of Apollo. Artemis returned to the battle to fight alongside her divine father, Ulthar, together they pushed back the forces of the Great Old Ones, the Titans that had ruled the earth for an immemorial period of time. In Eden Artemis came to be known as a protector of women, companion of Eve and nymphs alike, alongside Epimetheus and Oztalun, Artemis took to the beasts of the world - often preferring them to the company of the divine race of humanity that dwelt under the light of the Two Trees. While the great majority of the divine either fell into Uthenera, or retreated to Elysia to dwell upon Mount Olympus, Artemis and her brother opted to stay and live among the archdruids, the avariel, and the varied specters of humanity that permeated the garden of the Gods. They knew first hand the value of these vessels, and the necessity in keeping watch over them so they’d remain viable, Hyperborea had fallen in the absence of the Gods, the realm of humanity was the last of their gardens.

Fated to fall, Apollo was given a prophecy from The Gray Sisters of Elysia that Eden would not last. The Two Trees would burn, but hope would bloom in the hearts of humanity. Apollo relayed this to Artemis, so as Artemis fought for the Blessed in the rebellion of angels, it was they who’d come to watch over the divinity of antiquity. Artemis took to protecting the women and young girls, shepherding the demigods that were born to Elysium when she came across them to ensure their protection. Shielded from her view, Artemis’ missive would be to make sure that the longevity of her family was preserved, she took to heroes and devotees, inspired those that she believed were deserving towards battle and punished those who were not. Sister of nymphs, lover of only the divine, Artemis was as elusive as she was capricious. To some Artemis came as the Valkyrie, eventually finding even some mortals deserving of Elysium, Valhalla, or whatever version of paradise their Gods had divined to keep them. However, this boon was granted only rarely as Artemis only chose those that she thought exemplified the traits that she herself had come to value. The incursion of the drow within the Otherworld ultimately awoke a long dormant enemy, her family is awakening from their Uthenera, and the presence of the demigods has been opened to her. Artemis will see her family restored to power, and her divine ancestor laid to rest once more.

Connections

Apollo: Carefree Apollo and dutiful Artemis, despite their clear opposition in dispositions the two are loyal to one another above all else.

Nettelia & Dionaeia: Once mentor to the female archdruids, Artemis and the two sisters spent many days in training with one another.

Eve: Companions, when Eden fell, Artemis vehemently protected Adam’s bride, it is her intention to possess Eve if her current body is ever destroyed.

Lilith: Fast friends in the garden, Artemis would have chosen Lilith as her next vessel had the first woman not escaped.

Octavian & Aren: Useless men.

Abilities

Immortal: Possessing the body of a demigod, Artemis is ageless and endless. Even if someone manages to destroy her form, she will pass on into Uthenera until her spirit returns to take another vessel.

Projection: Able to send her consciousness across the astral plane, those who’ve suddenly found strength amidst the field of battle have often, in some way, been possessed by her spirit.

Artemisian: The bravest and the strongest are chosen from the field of battle, the worthy are shepherded to Elysium, Valhalla, or whatever divine realm denotes their interests.

Mastery: Inherent and masterful knowledge of all weaponry, Artemis merely needs to hold it in her hands to take on the skills, techniques, and practices of all who’ve wielded that form of weapon before her.

Weaknesses

Divine: Incapable of telling a lie.

Wrought: Iron will burn her, it’s one of the few metals capable of piercing her skin.

Vessel: If Artemis’ body is destroyed she will need to possess another.

Elven: A seraph blade through the heart will kill her, sending her into Uthenera.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY ClOSED.

#artemis #aspectskel #closedskel #closedaspect

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mx-lamour · 2 months

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22 - Wilting

The moon is made of moths, which flock to see the flower's face aglow.

“Come on,” Alek said, extending both his hands palm-up in front of Strahd’s melancholic face. He twitched his fingers insistently. “You’re wilting.”

Strahd rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, he placed his hands in Alek’s grasp and allowed the man to pull him to his feet.

Alek led him through the castle. They traveled through its many halls to ascend a winding staircase, then Alek opened up a window. He climbed out onto the roof beyond, stepping carefully across dilapidated clay tiles. Despite all the years that they had haunted this place together, Alek could still surprise Strahd with new secret routes and possibilities. Strahd followed close behind, emerging from the stony hollow into the fresh air of the night.

The moon was full, hanging low enough that it seemed to balance on the summit of Mount Ghakis, waiting for the faintest breeze to send it rolling down along the mountain's face. Its light washed over the courtyard and the view beyond, casting a diffuse glow of whitish blue on every surface. The darkest shadows retreated deeper into nooks and crevices to cower from its simple beauty. Strahd closed his eyes and tried to feel it on his face. He could not. It was only a cold facsimile of the sun.

Alek touched his cheek. His fair hair was illuminated silver; his pallid eyes were like the moon’s twin children. He ushered Strahd to a secure patch of roof and settled onto it, stretching out his legs along the gentle slope, and offered up his hand again, guiding Strahd down to nestle close against his side.

“The garden hasn’t seen much more than weeds in a while,” Alek said, “but I remember once there was a vine down there with long, thin flowers on it, climbing up the castle wall. I kept waiting for them to open, but they never did—until I happened to walk past the garden on patrol one night, and nearly all of them were in full bloom. Big, round things, reaching wider than I would have guessed. And moths were flocking to them, fluttering around in such a way it seemed the flowers themselves would break free and take flight. Maybe they did. They were gone the next day, withered up, almost as though they had never been. But I know what I saw that night, and I remember them. I remember how beautiful they were.”

“There might be more to plant, if we can locate them,” Strahd surmised.

Alek smiled wistfully and shook his head. He wrapped his arm around Strahd’s shoulders. Carded his fingers through inky black hair, lightly scratching at Strahd’s scalp. “It’s not about the flowers,” he whispered, cheekily hinting at some greater puzzle.

Strahd’s brow furrowed as he thought on it. A moment passed and then he sighed. He turned and pressed his forehead against Alek’s temple, nuzzling the other man’s cheek with the end of his nose. “You old romantic,” he muttered.

“I have my moments.”

Strahd’s countenance seemed brighter in the full glow of the moon. The shadows had retreated from the space under his eyes. Idly caressing Alek’s face, and then his neck, Strahd’s hand slid down to rest over the place where Alek’s heart once used to beat. He could not feel it now, but he knew that it had been there, long ago. It had been beautiful, too… until…

Alek closed his fingers over Strahd’s wandering hand and squeezed it. “All is not lost,” he admonished.

What was a heartbeat, after all? It was not the thing which coaxed Strahd onto the roof to curl safely against his steward’s side. It was not the thing which fed life to him through story, or held his hand to gently reprimand the darkness. Death had stolen both their hearts, but it had left behind their spirits. In that way, they found great capacity for suffering, but also room for Love, when the light touched its face and allowed them to remember how it felt to be alive.

“How are you feeling now?” Alek murmured.

Strahd shifted, drawing up his knees to cant them over Alek’s lap. “Better,” he admitted.

Somewhere deep within the Svalich woods, a lonely flower bloomed.

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[Ao3 Collection]

[prompt list by @syrips]

#vampentine's 2024 #moonflower #stralek #strahd von zarovich #alek gwilym #squishy boys #cuddles #sitting on the roof #saccharine

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writer59january13 · 3 months

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January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:? ~ Late March – mid April 1958. date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.

date of expiration:? January i, eminem, where earth, wind, and fire doth usher hootie and the blowfish on a green day and a three dog night three doors down from foo fighters.

A gangly, horribly measly, and scraggly bundle of lovely bones even as a lad (way to skinny to appease wicked witch) chee boo came out kicking and screaming

and he never stopped since

that's how I will get carried out.

Yours truly an aging married baby boomer (orangutan missing link) long haired pencil necked geek (constantly clearing phlegm from his throat) trademark disheveled characteristics whipsawed ever faster around sun

quickly ratcheting and spiraling tornado like

nearly 30 kilometers per second,

or 67,000 miles per hour clip; while sprawled atop earth,

he journeyed, jumpstarted, kickstarted,

launched countless planetary orbitz

quintessentially retracing trajectory when Gaia linkedin courtesy gravity

maintaining invisible bond with Helios.

He (best nutty buddy

and alter ego of mine),

which birth sported an ordinary uneventful, nevertheless miraculous

combination platter visited

ejaculation, menstruation, secretion

nsync with erratic spastic seminal kicks divine fertilization usually took place

in a fallopian youtube playing mine unrehearsed debut appearance

after an ovary to the uterus wrought conception, which

begat biological reproductive process

fostered embryonic development 'o Boyce and Harriet straggly heir,

one male progeny mostly gangly lovely bones mox nix

cellular division yes genesis

I rem:member being born

as an a door able beatle browed talking head

super tramping cheap tricks

immediately kickstarted and triggered

goo goo doll foo fighter enfant terrible terrifically soulfully bellowing;

also envision Dolby surround sound without assistance courtesy Gran Prix (for poetic purpose

pronounceable sex pistols pricks).

Upon due date when water broke

vaguely analogous to how rice krispies

snapped, popped, and crackled;

firstly his crown emerged out cervix

ain't got pushed by no

heavy duty contractions out birth canal

no siree but propelled seven plus pounds

courtesy infantile flatulence asthma noggin heralded

scrawny declaration, now celebrating lx

plus four ellipses around nearest star, subsequently skinny arms and legs

(I'll spare ye the bloody graphics

with the afterbirth regarding

placenta and fetal membranes

discharged from the uterus

after the birth of offspring),

whence obstetrician able, eager, ready, and willing to secure newborn in swaddling raiment affirming proud parents

their healthy baby boy

underscored with italics

readied to receive pronounced hosannas

regarding garden variety generic wrinkled likened

to an old manikin newborn.

Within some now nondescript building then named The Christ Hospital

location Mount Auburn

Cincinnati, Ohio (the Buckeye state)

record number C57587

gingerly handled courtesy Doctor James Mackay McCord

(ushering none other than me into the webbed wide world)

bestowed upon bosom

of Harriet Harris (maternal parent),

after thy young mother

experienced brief labor

as his bonny head and bony derrière easily slipped out uterine crypt,

whereby with Vernix caseosa, the waxy or cheese substance, he appeared er made rather wicked, matted, and dipped in tallow, thence unexpectedly whipped

minuscule fist ready to bump.

Once placenta and fetal membranes (unnecessary as wing ding) discharged out uterus after birth of offspring, and thar weren't no more major contractions in the offing

ma mommy lovingly did cling

to her bundle of joy and bring

maternal breast I ravenously did suckle fortunately toothless against her tender bosom trickling

(if mammary serves me correctly),

I presently recall no iota of inkling

what events transpired, nope no recollection

about me being circumcised.

Traditionally a mohel is a rabbi, cantor or another religious leader

who performs brit milah,

or bris, a circumcision ceremony,

on an 8-day-old.

Moost likely I felt Jew bull lent

glad yours truly chose decent

mother and father, which opinion subjected to radical change, when as grown adult child living nonsocial under their roof housing forced to hire agent

provocateur to practice sparring, when standoff event on horizon, which eventually begat ultimatums,

where mutual quiet riot revulsion

swallowed me into a black hole

their red hot poker rage spent

belittling, cursing, damning...

quiet as Unitarian Church mouse content internalizing later smoldering anger I needed to vent

in retrospect diminutive little boy

tied to mama's apron strings

afflicted with mental health issues inherent of course hindsight gleaned

social, psychological, neurological...

healthy development got rent

asunder partly explaining why I became indigent cuz absolute zero ambition to hustle and convince

prospective employers to hire me

an astute candidate with

deaf fin knit muted confidence.

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Exploring Darjeeling: The Enchanting Queen of Hills

Queen of Hills Darjeeling is one of the most beautiful hill stations in India that’s worth admiring. Well being a hill station, it’s not just about scenic views and panoramic meadows, there are numerous activities that you can engage in during your visit to Darjeeling. From taking a ride in the toy train, and exploring the tea estates to going on a forest trek and enjoying the sightseeing, it’s one hell of a ride. Let’s have a look at the number of things you can enjoy in Darjeeling here.

Table of Contents

Things to Experience

Where to Find the Perfect Accommodation?

Must-Have Local Delicacies

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Things to Experience

Teesta River Rafting

Start your adventure spree with river rafting in the Teesta River. It is one of the best things to experience, especially for the adrenaline junkies. It is packed with a sequence of rapids with intensities ranging from Grade 1- 4. Herein, the highest intensity is only reserved for the well-trained rafters because of the risk involved in it.

Stroll through the Tea Gardens

Queen of Hills Darjeeling is widely popular for its beautiful tea gardens, with 80-plus plantations spread across the land. These well-pruned shrubs ushering a refreshing aroma in the air are sure to grab the attention of any passerby. And being a traveler, visiting at least one tea garden is a tradition.

Go Trekking to the Sandakphu Peak

If you are on the outlook for some thrilling panoramic views of Mount Everest & the Kanchenjunga peak, Sandakpu is the right spot for this. Standing at an astounding height of 11,941 feet, Sandakphu Peak is no less than a delight for gutsy trekkers. It is an enthralling 51 km long trek starting from Manebhanjan. However, if you’re dealing with any health issues, it’s advisable to avoid this expedition since it’s an arduous trek and can significantly take a toll on your body.

Also Read Nathang Valley, Sikkim: Your complete guide

Where to Find the Perfect Accommodation?

To make for a pleasant stay, here are some accommodation options that you can look out for during your visit to Queen of Hills Darjeeling:

Singalila Jungle Lodge

Singalila is a beautiful abode owned and run by Avinash Rai. The property spreads across a sprawling area of 9 acres surrounded by lush green forest and plantations. The premise is quite secluded with the sounds of chirping birds and gushing stream water setting a tranquil vibe. Adding on to that, the best part is the spectacular view of Singalila National Park which you get to experience from here.

Location: Palmajua, P.O Bansbotay, Rimbick, West Bengal, 734201

Khambuhang Nature Holiday Camp

Khambuhang holiday camp is equipped with well-designed cottage rooms offering all the traditional authentic vibes of Himalayan vibes. They also offer all the modern facilities including high-speed WiFi, room service, 24-hour hot & cold water, and toiletries to make for a comfortable shopping experience. The owners are warm and friendly and ensure you have a good time during your stay.

Location: Paren – Todey Road, Paren Godak Khasmahal, West Bengal, 734319

Revolver Hotel

It’s a Beatles-themed hotel with interiors packed with art featuring popular music bands. Revolver Hotel warmly hosts all backpackers, clubbers, or couples. They are well equipped with dorm rooms, with an accommodation capacity of 18 people or secluded doubles.

Must-Have Local Delicacies

While you’re in Darjeeling, never miss out on the scrumptious cuisine to calm your hunger pangs. Here are some of the famous delicacies of Darjeeling:

Thukpa

Thukpa is a hot and savory noodle soup mixed with boiled vegetables or chicken. It is both healthy and flavorsome and can be easily found at almost every nook and corner of town.

Churpi

Churpi, also known as durkha or chogo is basically a hardened cheese bar with a unique yet delicious flavor. It comes in two main varieties, the soft variant is prepared using cow milk and is usually consumed as a side dish with rice. The hard variant is prepared using yak milk and is often chewed like a betel. Churpi is known to be an excellent source of protein and helps keep warm during winter.

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Sinuiju: Unveiling North Korea

Welcome to Sinuiju, a city that embodies the mystique and allure of North Korea. Tucked away within this enigmatic nation, Sinuiju presents a fascinating mosaic of history, culture, and adventure that beckons intrepid travelers. Prepare to delve into the city’s captivating treasures, from its rich cultural tapestry to unique gastronomy and thrilling activities. Fasten your seatbelts, it's time to unveil the wonders of Sinuiju like never before.

When to Go

Sinuiju experiences four distinct seasons, each radiating its own charm. Spring (March to May) and autumn (September to November) offer ideal conditions with mild temperatures and vibrant flora. This period is perfect for those eager to explore the city's lush parks and gardens. Summer (June to August) ushers in a warm climate, making it a perfect time for outdoor adventures along the Yalu River. Winter (December to February) transforms Sinuiju into a snowy wonderland, offering a unique spectacle for enthusiasts of winter travel.

How to Get There

Reaching Sinuiju is an adventure in itself. The most convenient route is to fly into Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea, followed by a domestic flight or train to Sinuiju. Another option is entering from the Chinese border city of Dandong, connected by train or road. As independent travel is not allowed in North Korea, it's critical to arrange travel plans through a reputable tour operator well in advance.

Where to Stay

From comfortable hotels to more traditional guesthouses, Sinuiju has a range of accommodation options. The Sinuiju Hotel is an ideal base, strategically located in the city center. To immerse yourself in the local lifestyle, consider staying in a traditional Korean hanok guesthouse to experience warm hospitality.

What to Do

Sinuiju offers a rich cultural tapestry that promises an array of enthralling activities. At the Sinuiju Folklore Museum, immerse yourself in local culture, witness traditional music performances and explore the city’s history through various exhibits. Furthermore, visit the Sinuiju Revolutionary Museum to delve into the city's revolutionary past and gain insights about North Korea's ideology.

Gastronomy

Sinuiju presents a unique culinary landscape. Be sure to sample traditional Korean dishes such as kimchi, bulgogi, and bibimbap, carefully prepared with fresh local ingredients. For a truly local experience, try the naengmyeon, a refreshing cold noodle dish perfect for summer. Complement your meal with the renowned North Korean liquor soju and savor the hearty flavors of this intriguing cuisine.

Activities

Adventure enthusiasts will find Sinuiju’s natural landscapes a playground for outdoor activities. Explore Mount Changbai, an ancient volcano straddling the China-North Korea border and marvel at its breathtaking vistas. Trek along the picturesque Yalu River or take a boat ride to enjoy the stunning contrast between North Korea and China.

Sights and Tours

From rich history to cultural heritage, Sinuiju's captivating sights are plenty. Visit the Sinuiju Grand Theatre, an architectural gem that hosts traditional performances. The Sinuiju Art Gallery showcases the local artists' masterpieces, providing insight into North Korean artistry. Don't miss the Sino-Korean Friendship Bridge tour, a symbol of the enduring relationship between the two nations.

Tips

- Respect local customs and adhere to North Korean laws and regulations. - Engage with locals, as they are eager to share their culture and experiences. - Be prepared for limited internet access and communication with the outside world. - Dress modestly and avoid displaying any political or controversial symbols or clothing. - Remember that photography restrictions may be in place, so it is essential to seek permission before taking pictures.

Money and Shopping

The official currency in North Korea is the North Korean won (KPW). It's advisable to exchange your currency upon arrival. While shopping options may not be abundant, unique souvenirs like traditional crafts, artwork, and locally produced goods can be found. The Kwangbop Temple Market offers an authentic glimpse into daily local life and a chance to purchase traditional North Korean products.

Nightlife

While not as vibrant as some cities, Sinuiju's nightlife offers a glimpse into local entertainment. Visit the Sinuiju People's Palace of Culture for traditional music performances and dance shows. Alternatively, unwind at a local teahouse and immerse in the tranquility of this captivating city.

Transport

Getting around Sinuiju is relatively simple with taxis and public buses available within the city. Public transportation options may be limited, and it is advisable to arrange for private transportation through your tour operator for ease and convenience.

Conclusion

Sinuiju, nestled deep within North Korea, promises a blend of culture, gastronomy, and adventure. With its intriguing historical sites, traditional cuisine, and the warmth of its local people, Sinuiju is a destination etching a lasting impression. So, pack your bags, embrace the spirit of exploration and embark on an unforgettable journey to this North Korean hidden gem. The wonders of Sinuiju await your arrival. Read the full article

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Purple Gardens of Ireland: Where Tranquility Blooms

Ireland, with its lush landscapes and vibrant flora, is a haven for nature enthusiasts and garden lovers. Nestled within this verdant paradise are the enchanting purple gardens of Ireland, where tranquility blooms in breathtaking splendor. These gardens, adorned with a rich tapestry of purple flowers, offer visitors a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. In this article, we will explore the allure and serenity of these remarkable purple gardens, immersing ourselves in their beauty and discovering the profound sense of peace they evoke.

The Power of Purple:

Purple, a color often associated with royalty and spirituality, holds a special place in the hearts of garden enthusiasts. It symbolizes creativity, serenity, and introspection. In the purple gardens of Ireland, this captivating hue takes center stage, creating a visual symphony that soothes the soul and inspires the mind.

Powerscourt Gardens:

Nestled in the Wicklow Mountains, Powerscourt Gardens is a paradise of serenity and natural beauty. Within its vast expanse, visitors can wander through meticulously manicured lawns, meander along tranquil water features, and revel in the breathtaking display of purple flowers. Rhododendrons, lavender, irises, and heathers create a tapestry of purples, evoking a sense of peace and harmony.

Kylemore Abbey Gardens:

Located in the heart of Connemara, Kylemore Abbey is renowned for its captivating gardens. Within this picturesque landscape, the walled Victorian garden stands as a testament to elegance and serenity. Here, vibrant purple blooms intertwine with lush greenery, creating a sanctuary of tranquility. As you stroll along the winding paths, the fragrant scent of lavender and the delicate petals of purple roses envelop your senses, transporting you to a world of pure bliss.

Muckross House and Gardens:

Situated in Killarney National Park, Muckross House and Gardens is a destination of unparalleled beauty. Its gardens, spread across several acres, encompass a diverse range of flora and fauna. Amongst the vibrant blooms, you'll discover an array of purple flowers, including delphiniums, lupins, and alliums. The tranquil atmosphere and awe-inspiring vistas make Muckross House and Gardens a must-visit for those seeking solace in nature's embrace.

Birr Castle Gardens:

Nestled in County Offaly, Birr Castle Gardens is a hidden gem that captivates visitors with its enchanting beauty. Within its expansive grounds, the formal gardens showcase an impressive collection of purple flowers. As you explore, you'll encounter majestic lavender beds, delicate purple orchids, and clusters of wisteria, all contributing to the garden's serene ambiance. The combination of historic grandeur and a breathtaking purple floral display make Birr Castle Gardens an idyllic retreat for tranquility seekers.

Mount Usher Gardens:

Tucked away in County Wicklow, Mount Usher Gardens is a tranquil oasis that entices visitors with its natural charm. This "Robinsonian" garden, designed to blend seamlessly with its surroundings, is home to an array of purple blossoms. From the vibrant hues of purple campanulas to the delicate petals of lavender, the garden invites you to immerse yourself in its peaceful ambiance and experience the restorative power of nature.

Conclusion:

In the purple gardens of Ireland, tranquility takes on a whole new meaning. These idyllic havens offer solace and respite from the fast-paced world, allowing visitors to reconnect with nature and find inner peace. Whether you explore the vibrant rhododendrons of Powerscourt Gardens, the fragrant lavender fields of Kylemore Abbey, or the stunning array of purple blooms at Birr Castle Gardens, you will be embraced by a sense of calm and serenity that can only be found amidst the purple gardens of Ireland. So, embark on a journey to these magical gardens and let yourself be immersed in the soothing embrace of nature's tranquil beauty.

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lboogie1906 · 2 years

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Albert Joseph Brown III (born June 4, 1968), known professionally as Al B. Sure!, is a singer, songwriter, record producer, radio host, and former record executive. He was one of the new jack swing's most popular romantic singers, songwriters, and record producers. He was a star football quarterback at Mount Vernon High School in New York, who rejected an athletic scholarship to the University of Iowa to pursue a music career. Quincy Jones selected him as the first winner of the Sony Innovators Talent Search. He went on to work with Jones on several projects, most notably the platinum single "The Secret Garden" from Jones' double-platinum-certified album Back on the Block. On this recording, he was one of a quartet with Barry White, El DeBarge, and James Ingram. His debut album In Effect Mode sold more than three million copies, topping the Billboard R&B chart for seven straight weeks. It included the single "Nite and Day," which topped the R&B chart and reached No. 7 on the Billboard Hot 100, and "Off on Your Own", which topped the R&B chart. He received numerous Grammy and American Music Award nominations and won an AMA for Best New R&B Artist. He received several Soul Train Award nominations and won the award for Best New Artist. He won several New York Music Awards. His 1-900 phone line was third in generating revenue, following those for New Kids on the Block and Run-D.M.C. He introduced to the music industry multi-platinum acts like Jodeci and teen R&B performer Tevin Campbell, as well as Faith Evans, Dave Hollister, Case, and Usher. He signed with Hidden Beach Recordings. His first single for the label, "I Love It" entered the Radio & Records Urban AC chart at No. 33. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CeYqpesr7TSkrFz0VHnrmZRwS6IAAb9bUSAD940/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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julesonadventure · 2 years

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Next Time

Bray Cliff Walk

Kilkenny

Mount Usher Garden

Avondale Forest Park

Greenway bei Galway und Galway an sich

Achill Island

Aran Islands

Corbh

Von Kinsale nach Kenmare mit dem Rad durch die süßen Küstenstädtchen

Gap of Dunloe mit dem Rad

Skillig Island zu Boottour

Killarney Nationalpark mit den Rad/50 Shades of Green

Schull Planetarium

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Artist Susan Webb from the Irish School of Landscape Painting pictured painting in Mount Usher Gardens in Co Wicklow Photograph: Tom Honan/The Irish Times

#Ireland #Co Wicklow #County Wicklow #Mount Usher #Mount Usher Gardens #Art #Painting #landscape painting #Susan Webb #Photography

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House Call (NSFW)

Part of Entrapped - series of smutty NSFW fansequels for Vyn's cards, with their own sort of continuity Pt 01 Layers | Pt 02 House Call

Fansequel to Mercury in Retrograde. Rosa gives Vyn another chance to prove his worthiness of the top spot in her Send Help list.

Wet shirt doctor happens.

Nothing gets fixed. Again.

Fic ultimately inspired by this post

and a specific bit by this fanart

Rosa: Dr. Richter, I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but can I ask for your help?

Vyn: Anything and anytime, Rosa. What is it?

Rosa: The wall mount for my shower head came loose and I can't attach it by myself...is it alright if you could take a look at it and see if it's something you can fix?

Vyn: I will be there in a few minutes.

Rosa: Thanks, Dr. Richter!

Vyn: But may I ask for something in exchange?

Rosa: What is it?

Vyn: Remember to call me Vyn. Like how you did, back in the garden.

Unwittingly reminded of that time, you blush furiously as the memories of what happened in the relative privacy of his English garden flood back into your mind.

It only happened less than a month ago, and it took you two weeks to snap out of daydreaming about it every so often, which oftentimes had you blanking out, trying to relive the exquisite experience in your thoughts...

Get a hold of yourself, Rosa!

You put your phone down onto the kitchen table, and slap both of your cheeks, hard. There are some preparation that needed doing, such as making sure tea and other snacks are on hand, and...

Should I tidy up the bedroom?

Goddamn it, Rosa, you invited the man to your house to help you with the shower, NOT jump on him!

You bury your face into your hands, cursing at yourself in frustration.

===

"Hello, Rosa," Vyn greets you with a smile as soon as you open the door, his large toolbox on one hand and a large duffel bag in the other. "Did you wait too long?" he asks as you usher him into the living room. "I had to gather my things first."

"Oh, is that the toolbox we bought the last time?"

"Yes, the very same one." Vyn says as he places it on the glass table and his duffel bag on one end of the sofa. "I do not want to accidentally leave out anything that may be needed to fix your shower head, and so I brought everything with me."

"Thanks Dr. Ri--Vyn," You quickly correct yourself. It's still surreal, being on a first-name basis with this illustrious man who still you look up to.

"I really appreciate you going through the trouble of coming here to help."

"'Dr. Richter', still?" Vyn said as he turns to face you. "Are you still not used with the intimacy of calling me by my name?"

He grins, as if teasing you. His face takes on a rakish smile that you cannot help but blush.

And he makes it known that he notices--his smile widens, and his eyes become more seductive, even with his glasses. "I wonder what I should do, so that you will always remember to call me 'Vyn'" he whispers, tipping his head to one side as he looks at you with amusement.

"Oh, um..."

Before you can dwell on what to reply, it is then that you notice he is differently dressed than usual: a thin, white casual button down shirt, with sleeves rolled up to the elbows; simple dark denims. He seems sufficiently dressed for the task, you realize, and that even dressed like this, he still looks downright hot.

"Well?" Vyn now crosses his arms, not letting up with his teasing, waiting for your reply. "What do you need me--or us--to do, so you are always reminded to call me by my name?"

Mustering all your courage, you say "This," and stand on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Oh?"

Before your heel could even touch the floor Vyn pulls you even closer to him.

"That is not enough, I am afraid," he almost purrs, and he tips your chin upwards with a gentle touch of his fingertip. His face slowly dips towards yours as he whispers, "Let us start with this."

His warm lips softly nibble on your lower lip. With a sigh--of longing?--his arms slide across your back, pulling you even closer, impossibly closer, to his warm body, so much that you feel the thudding of his heart against his chest, and the stirrings of his arousal starting to poke against your stomach.

You moan, and Vyn takes that chance to slip his tongue inside, seeking yours to slide against it needily, sensuously, hungrily... The kissing is so unmistakably sexual that the shower head may not be fixed, after all...

With a groan Vyn reluctantly pulls away. He calms himself down with deep breaths, before saying, "There. After that, will you still keep on calling me 'Dr. Richter', or will you call me by my name from now on?"

You can see him still catching his breath; a telltale pink sex flush coloring his cheeks, contrasting beautifully with his champagne-gold eyes now hazy with lust; his silver hair slightly tousled.

Is this still Dr. Richter? You ask yourself. No. This man in front of me is Vyn. You repeat his name in your mind, the single glorious syllable rolling off quite beautifully in your head and imprinting itself all over your temporal lobe. Vyn. Vyn.

Vyn.

"Vyn," you whisper as you behold the beautiful man right in front of you.

And Vyn smiles, satisfied. "I am glad.

"Well then," he says as he gets into gear. "Can you show me the way to your broken shower?"

===

"Ah, this is quite a pickle," Vyn murmurs as he holds the wall mount of the shower head to the tiled wall with one hand, and a screwdriver with the other. "I am sure I have the right screw, but..."

He then continues to work the screw nail embedded into the hole with the screwdriver. "...it does not seem to tighten at all."

"I wonder what's wrong..." you murmur. "Do you need me to fetch something that may help?"

Vyn pauses, as if in thought. Then he finally says, "Would you be a dear and fetch me the home maintenance book I left in the backseat of my car? It is the same one that we bought together from the book club."

You remember what book it is. "Sure," you say, and off you go to his car to fetch it.

===

When you get back you hear the hissing of the shower coming from the bathroom, and a loud thudding noise, followed by some cursing in a language not your own.

"Vyn!" you cry out, alarmed. What if he hurt himself? You frantically run up the stairs leading to the loft area of your apartment, turning left to your bathroom...

And you see him lying down in your bathtub, the shower going off and drenching him in water.

"Vyn! Are you alright? Did you hit your head?" You run towards the tub, seating yourself by the edge as you peer at Vyn still wincing and rubbing the back of his head.

"No, no. I think I am fine." he finally says. He moves his limbs, as if checking for any pain coming from bruises or broken bones. "All in one piece.

"Forgive me; I am rather clumsy," Vyn mutters as his back slides up the tub, letting himself settle into a sitting position. He then fumbles at the shower head to turn it off. "It is upsetting how I cannot--"

It is then that you notice his current state: Vyn sprawled in the wet tub, his clothes soaked; his white shirt absolutely drenched with its thin cotton fabric now translucent and sticking onto his lithe body, his muscles and even his nipples now showing through the fabric...

You gulp.

He notices you staring at him. "Ohoh. So the last time was never a wonderful misunderstanding, was it?" Vyn asks, grinning. "You were indeed...looking at me, in that way."

"Well, I--" you struggle to string together a plausible excuse, then Vyn mercifully cuts in.

"You were staring at me, if you may recall," he licks his lips, which curl into a seductive grin; his eyes almost leering behind wet silver eyelashes tipped with droplets of water, and the lenses of his eyeglasses streaked with water marks.

"Staring at me in that exact same way. If you can only look into a mirror right now, you could see your lustful face..."

Vyn then runs a hand through his wet silver hair, slicking his hair backwards as he keeps on leering at you; he even bites his lower lip, as if to further amp his teasing...

Is he...Is he preening? Right in my tub?

Oh god.

"I like it when you look at me that way, Rosa," he whispers, voice now low and seductive. "It makes me..."

His fingers deftly undo the buttons of his shirt.

"...feel certain things."

Unconsciously you bring a hand to your lips; you are now acutely aware of the furious blush blooming up your neck, up to the entirety of your face. Your breath picks up once you see him working on his belt buckle...

"Rosa, I did mention how you are the only one who can see my vulnerability," Vyn says as he manages to unbuckle his belt. "Permit me, then, to also show you the darker sides to me..."

He smiles at you, as if in a dangerous invitation. "...do you want to see it?" he asks, his fingers now on the button of his denim pants. "Shall I proceed, or is this too much for my virgin Rosa?"

You are watching his fingers on his pants in rapt attention, only to be further teased as Vyn stops in the middle of opening his fly until he hears your reply.

"I may be a virgin," you say, your own voice heavy with such desire, as if someone else is speaking on your behalf. "...but that should not stop me from looking at you, should it?"

You feel your own lips drying. and so you give them a lick.

Vyn lets out a low chuckle as he continues unbuttoning his pants, then proceeding to pull at the zipper.

His black underwear is now visible, and you can clearly see his own arousal straining against its soft fabric.

Now both of your hands are covering your mouth, as your eyes are glued to him as he teases you with the slow, measured movements of his long, slender fingers.

"Welcome to the darker side of me, Rosa," Vyn says, his smile slowly transitioning to a look of hunger. "Look at me. I like it when you look at me, in that way." His fingers now slip underneath the band of his briefs, pulling out his erect cock, its full length now freed and it twitches once, in his grasp.

You let out a small gasp at the sight; your mouth dries, and so you lick your lips once again, unconsciously. Yet your eyes do not leave the sight of his stiff member, even as Vyn holds it with one hand, his thumb starting to massage the underside of his length just where the cockhead meets the shaft.

"Yes, look at me, Rosa--this is how I am, in those lonely nights when there is nothing else to do but think of you." He groans as his other hand slithers inside his opened shirt, thumbing a nipple.

"Ahh--" he moans, driving his head deeper against the backrest in your tub. "Gods--haha--it feels even better now that you are indeed looking at me."

You squirm on the edge of the tub, all too aware of the wetness pooling in your nethers as you watch him pleasure himself inside your tub with abandon. "Vyn, I--oh damn." You bite your thumb. "Even I am now feeling things too," you say, laughing weakly in a lame attempt to distract yourself from the hot, heavy, suffocating atmosphere of sexual tension threatening to smother you.

"Hahh--gods, Rosa, I want you..." your doctor now grips his cock firmly, his hand now jerking himself off as his other hand fondles his nipple. "I...I want you."

"What do I need to do?" You ask, as your hands grip the edge of the tub so hard your knuckles turn white. Even if you are inexperienced with sex, the desire is still undeniably strong--you only need guidance...

And you want him, damn it. Even if he is in your goddamn tub.

"I do not plan on deflowering you here in such a laughable setting," Vyn says with a lopsided grin, his hands not letting up with his self-pleasuring. "But I suppose we can still do...certain things."

"Certain things...?" Your breath hitches, excited at the prospect of a new experience.

"It will be easier if I demonstrate, my dear Rosa. Come join me here, if you want."

As if in a trance you find yourself slipping out of your clothes, joining Vyn in the wet, empty bathtub; entangling your limbs in the tight, cramped space as your tongues ravenously slide against each other.

You initially think that it would be cold in the bathtub not filled with hot water, but you soon find that Vyn now feels warmer against your naked body; and your combined body heat causes you to sweat a little.

Now at close proximity with him you finally notice that Vyn actually has a beauty spot underneath his delicate collarbone. "Hey...I did not know you have a mole here," you whisper. "I do not recall you wearing anything that exposes your collarbone--did anyone else have the chance to see this beauty mark?"

"No. I am always properly attired, Rosa, and that means my shirts are always buttoned up including the collar."

Delighted at the knowledge of yet another sight that is reserved for you, you give the spot with the beauty mark a slow lick, relishing the slight salt taste on his skin.

Vyn lets out another low chuckle.

"Rosa, I am sorry that you should see me like this," he says quite unapologetically. "But I want you to know how much I..."

He takes one of your hands, leading it to his cock. "...Want you."

"Yeah, I can clearly see that, Vyn," you murmur against his lips. "I--ever since that time in the garden, I couldn't stop thinking about you too."

Your fingers tentatively touch his erection, then you allow yourself to grip him with your inexpert grasp.

"Allow me," he says, amused, as he gently prises off your fingers and bringing your palm to his lips. "Give it a little lubrication," he whispers before running the flat of his tongue all over your palm, coating it with his saliva.

"There," he murmurs once he is satisfied.

"And you hold it like this..." Vyn guides your fingers, wrapping them around his girth. "Apply a little pressure, like so..." His fingers press gently against yours holding his length. "...and do not be afraid to stroke me, like this..."

You pay full attention to his instruction, spellbound, the same way that you would with his lectures whenever you sit in his classes.

"Go ahead, try it by yourself," Vyn tells you as he lets go of your hand. "Feel free. You will find my feedback will come--hahh--quickly."

"Mnh--ahh--yes, that is right," Vyn closes his eyes as he thoroughly enjoys your practical demonstration, your hand stroking up and down the full length of his cock. "Yes, you are doing rather--gods--well. Continue," he says as if you were both in a classroom setting.

You smile at his reactions, you feel elated that he is writhing in pleasure by your hand, you are delighted at the moans that slip out of his mouth. "Am I doing it right?" You ask as you keep stroking him. "Does it make you feel good?"

"Yes, you are doing it right--ah--my pet," he moans, looking at you helplessly with his misty gold eyes. "Yes. Damn. Your fingers feel fucking good."

You blink at hearing him swear. "Haha, must be that good huh," you grin as you dip in for another kiss.

"Let me return the favor, pet?" He purrs as he guides one of your thighs to wrap around his waist. "Tell me...have you touched yourself in this way?"

You feel one of his hands trail down to your pussy, fingertips gathering wetness along the slit before slipping his index finger almost halfway inside. "Does this hurt?"

"No, and...no," You answer, shimmying your hips a little, trying to get used to the sensation of having something inside you. "It doesn't hurt, but it's my first time--ah!"

Vyn slowly thrusts his index finger in and out of you, each thrust inside driving his digit deeper inch by sweet inch. "How does this feel?"

"I--I don't know," you say, but you catch yourself moaning as his strokes become steadier and faster. "It feels...strange, but..."

"But...?" Vyn licks your ear to tease you even more. "If you feel like it, I can add another finger inside you..."

"Y-yeah, let's try that," you say as you keep on stroking his cock. "Oh--shit!" You yelp as Vyn slips another finger inside, now fucking you with two digits.

"The shower head will probably need to--ahh, fuck--wait for another day, pet?" Vyn's voice now starts to shudder. "It still works without even if not mounted in the wall. I am--hahh--damn--sorry."

You laugh at the mention of the one thing you invited him over--only to be promptly forgotten in the throes of making out with the one supposed to fix it. "Yes, I can still--ah!--shower--uughn--Vyn," you moan as your hips now start to grind against his toned abdomen. "I want to...come..."

"Sing for me then, Rosa," Vyn whispers, his voice now outright erotic. I shall make you come with my fingers."

Lewd, wet sounds now emanate from the delicious finger fucking that he is giving you, now that you are immensely wet, so wet that your juices have even spread on his abdomen as your hips grind against it with abandon.

His other hand slips between you, its fingers now massaging your clit.

"Shit, Vyn," you moan helplessly, so overcome with pleasure from both of his hand, that your own hand stops stroking him. "Oh--"

"Yes, come for me," Vyn whispers directly into your ear, his hot breath making you hiss through your teeth. "Come. And sing my name out loud when do you?" His fingers pick up speed, nudging you over the edge...

"Oh god. Oh god--" your inner thighs tense up as you feel the imminent wave of pleasure coming. Your toes curl, your free hand grabs fistfuls of his silver hair as you press his face against yours, both of your tongues dancing in a torrid, openmouthed kiss.

And the wave washes over you, and you cry his name out loud--the acoustics of your bathroom letting his name reverberating within its walls. "Vyn," you moan helplessly, his fingers still not letting up even as your inner walls spasm around his fingers.

"Heh. My little virgin Rosa," Vyn hums, satisfied with his handiwork. "I am so tempted to deflower you, right here and now, but I shall do so properly, and in a proper, romantic setting..."

"What, my bathtub isn't romantic?" you retort as you slowly recover from the orgasm.

"Before you crack any more jokes, beloved, remember that I am not done yet," Vyn reminds you, his cock in your hand still stiff and requiring more attention. "Just a little bit more--I am quite turned on by your singing earlier." He gives the shell of your ear a small lick. "Continue pleasuring me, pet."

You do not need to be told any further--you apply a little bit more pressure as you stroke his full length--up and down--and you try experimenting with applying more pressure on the underside with your thumb.

The way Vyn is now moaning your name out loud, repeatedly, tells you that you are doing the right thing.

"Does it feel good, Vyn?"

"Y-yes, ah--just a little more--" he grunts, his hips now moving against your hand...

Then it comes. This time it is Vyn who presses your face closer this his for a deep kiss, and he moans your name, over and over, into your mouth. You feel his hot sperm come out in bursts, coating your hand and splashing onto the back of your thighs, dripping down onto his abdomen.

It is a mess. A rather sexy mess.

"The wall mount for the shower head..." you giggle. "I wonder if it will even be fixed."

"Maybe call a professional if you want it fixed properly, my love?" Vyn mumbles weakly, still recovering from his own climax, his face nuzzling your hair.

"No. I want my Dr. Sexy to fix my shower."

Vyn laughs at the horrible nickname. "Do not call me that when there is someone else around, I beg you."

===

After showering (with the wall mount for the shower still broken) and changing into dry clothes, you both once again try your hand into fixing the wall mount.

"Um, Vyn, look at this," you point at the page displayed on your smartphone. "It mentions something like uh--" you peer at the text once again. "A screw anchor?"

"Let me see that," Vyn says as he holds out his hand.

He then reads the information as soon as you give him your smartphone. "Hmm. Ah--I think that may be the problem..."

He hands you back your phone and he stands on tiptoe to level one of his eyes to the hole, peering inside. "I think I found something...hand me one of the longer screws, please?"

Vyn then proceeds to dig out something from the hole with the long screw. Eventually he pulls out a small elongated object made out of plastic.

The both of you peer at it closely. "It's cracked," you note. "That must be why the screw can't be tightened."

"Yes, you are right," Vyn murmured. "I do not think I have this in my toolbox--we will need to go to the hardware store to buy a replacement."

You sigh. "I'm really sorry, Vyn--you go all this way and for nothing..."

"Nothing, Rosa? Are you sure?"

You look up at Vyn, whose eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Well..." you smile back, coyly. "I am still a virgin. By technical standards."

"Heh," he then bends down to lower his lips to your ear. "Next time, I will take you," His whisper sends electric jolts down your spine. "And I will, as they say, blow your mind."

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