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ELVIRA: MISTRESS OF THE DARK

Pueraria suffocata, known as smotherwort, has been recorded as the fastest-growing species of plant. This vine of the kudzu family can, under ideal conditions, cover a distance of 10 meters in 24 hours. This has made it an effective invasive species in warm and humid climates. It receives its name from its tendency to choke other plants, and occasionally animals, as it spreads over them.

It primarily grows during the night, sometimes entering buildings. People living in areas where this species thrives are advised to close their windows while they sleep to avoid accidental asphyxiation.

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Exchanging letters with your mysteries pen pal became the absolute highlight of your week. You'd pour your heart and tears into the words your hand would oh so excitedly write down, sometimes even actually crying with the sheer excitement of knowing that somewhere out there, there was a person, an actual person, who cared about you. This person cared about you, they liked you, that is why they sent you their first letter to begin with. The letter itself was short, curt and simple but that did not stop you from writing back and hurriedly giving your reply to the mysterious messenger that appeared on your doorstep one fine summer morning.

Hours upon hours would be spent constructing the letters, sometimes you'd say whatever was on your mind while on other occasions you'd stop yourself and fix your choice of words, promptly going for something much more eloquent and refined, a quality that your mysterious partner seemed to exude in spades.

Their handwriting was neat, clean and proper, you imagined they must be singing papers often if they had such pretty handwriting. You would let your curiosity sway you and there were times when you wanted to know what your dear stranger did for a living but they were oddly mysterious about their occupation, which was strange considering just how intimate and open they were about other matters such as what kind of tea they drank in the morning, general preferences and hobbies, silly things like that made you even more curious about your darling stranger. You did manage to get somewhat of an answer out of them one day though, but it was still as vague as it possibly could be.

"I feel bad about hiding things from you, but to put it in the best way I can, I work for the military. That is the best answer I can give to you at the moment."

Ah, so you were talking to a military personnel? How interesting!! Again, curiosity got the better of you and you persisted with your questions, but more careful as you fared you'd offend them. You were under the impression that your dear stranger wanted to say more to you but was holding back for whatever reason.

Months flew by, almost a year, you were done holding back yourself.

It was time for everything to come out into the light, you thought to yourself.

You wanted to meet the person who made you feel so good, you wanted to see them, him, in the flesh.

It wasn't hard to decipher that the sender was a man. The smell of sharp cologne and pine wood still lingered on the letters you kept hidden in the drawer of your desk and the strong choice of words at time were a strong indication that this man was not willing to deal with anyone's nonsense, aside from indulging himself in yours.

Under the moonlight and with a flickering candle right next to you as your only light source, you wrote to him, you wrote to him your longest letter by far. Mistaking your curiosity and infatuation with the beautiful feeling of love you proclaimed your feelings to him and boldly announced that you wished to meet him, to see him for who he was.

"When you see me, I wish for you to kiss me, kiss until I am sick of it."

Never before had he replied back with such downright monstrous speed. He sent you but a piece of paper, with just one sentence on it, blood red ink sticking in your memory as you read it out loud in the comfort of your room.

"You wish is my command."

Overjoyed would be an understatement with how you were feeling at that moment. As you danced around your room while clutching the letter tightly to your chest, you never stopped to consider just how the two of you were going to meet or how he was even going to find you, let alone kiss you breathless. Alas those worries never even crossed your starstruck mind as you eagerly awaited to be swept off your feet by your Prince Charming. Living in a fairytale is charming but it would have done you well to stay intact with the real world too.

Whispers of lingering shadows and Fatui soldiers started to plague your village, several of your neighbors constantly felt the need to remind you to keep vigilant and to lock your doors at night, do not ever trust the Fatui.

Never open the doors for anyone, never.

Looking back on it, you regret spacing out in the middle of their monologues.

The seasons had passed and winter had come, a thick layer of pure white snow decorated the earth below you as the strong wind and harsh snowflakes found their way inside of your home due to the powerful wind that was bellowing all around you. A few snowflakes even managed to lose themselves inside of your clothing and hair but their icy chill was nothing compared to the large, gloved hand that lovingly caressed your chin.

Standing in front of you was a man, a man with whom you had never crossed paths with in your whole entire life. His entire aura, his being was radiating absolute control and calm. The dozen of men behind him kept their distance but it was obvious that they were ready to charge in if need be.

What was a Fatui Harbinger doing at your doorstep?

His face was much closer to your own now and it was Impossible to read him. His entire body language was rigid and firm, it left no spaces for speculations, especially the daunting mask that he wore on his face. Aside from the few strands of ebony black hair on the sides this man revealed nothing about himself to you, cornering you not only in your own house but in your own mind too.

What was he going to do to you?

A sigh escaped him, hot air came out of his mouth as he stepped closer, his feet nearly crossing the threshold of you home.

You didn't even see that you were shaking like a leaf.

"How long do you want us to stand here in the cold, dear?"

He spoke, he said something to you but your brain hardly registered it. But his next words were something you could most definitely not ignore:

"I came here to fulfill my promise to you..."

The lower part of his mask had been removed, his pale lips on full display. They hovered over your own for a few moments.

"How about we finally share that kiss?"

Before you could even think about answering, he pressed his lips on yours, claiming them for himself as he made sure to swallow every single little sound you made.

You'd be taking a dip in the river on a warm and peaceful day while your draconic husband keeps watch, and this damn glorified reptile thinks it would be funny to snatch your clothes from the riverbank and keep them in his mouth to watch you flail and whine and beg for them back. And this dragon is patient, so it would take a while until he decides to quit teasing you and return your modesty.

You'd find him lounging around in the garden, all coiled up, and ask him if he'd like some snacks. He'd eye you with that draconian gaze, eyes gleaming like stars, and utter a reverberating chuckle. Then he'd say, "Ah, how generous of you to offer yourself up for me," and proceed to chase you around the garden at a slow and gentle pace, his maw open and waiting to clamp around you. (Don't worry, he takes care never to actually hurt you.)

If you're trying to escape during one of his shenanigans while in his dragon form, you generally go into the house so his lofty self cannot pursue you. Alas, your home has way too many windows - so he simply presses his face against whichever window you're closest to and watches you expectantly. Then you'd run over to a different section of the house, after which he'd simply look for you through the other windows again until he finds you and resumes staring at his beloved. Rinse and repeat. (His tail wiggles whenever you come into sight.)

✦ Pairings : Aether, Heizou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao (seperate) x reader (no gender or pronounces used, only you/your)

✦ Summary: how they show their love without directly saying it.

✦ Warnings: petnames (my dear, sweetheart), half proofread, except that none i think, tell me if i missed any im bad at these.

✦ A/n: guess what? another one based off my boyfriend and his characteristics. (im his biggest fan, but hes also mine) ive never written anything like this b4, please give me feedback pls and thank you!! also is there a name for 5wirl + scaramouche?cause i just know about 5wirl and 4nemo, please tell me.

✦ Wordcount: 500

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it.

Azure Longing

✦ Il Capitano x Afab Reader // Genshin M.List // General M.List

✦ Warnings: Just fluff, a drabble

✦ Notes: This was inspired by a scene I was imagining as I listened to 'Almost Blue' by Chet Baker.

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Almost Blue..

The beautiful notes of the piano danced around the room as the record player played. The voice of the man was calm. He was singing softly as you absent minded lu danced around the empty ballroom.

Sometimes it got lonely in this huge estate without any of the close friends you had back at home. Without Capitano being around all the time.

But today, you found yourself comforted by the solitude.

You asked the servants to not bother you as you danced to the solemn music. This was your time. And no one could ruin it. For once, you felt content.

You thought about life.

Your past.

Your present.

Your hopeful future.

There's nothing Capitano wouldn't do for you, this led to you picturing your Husband in your mind as you closed your eyes.

Now your eyes are red from crying

He truly was your anchor. The pillar that helped you stand when you felt like throwing in the towel. You looked out into the window, thoughtlessly.

A door opened.

"любимая, Are you not cold?" Your husbands voice cut through the calm atmosphere in the room. You wiped your eyes.

Almost You.

"No i'm.. I'm quite alright. There's no blizzard outside tonight." you noted.

"Yes the weather is perfect tonight." He found himself next to you, looking at your figure sat in front of the window. Your head on your arms that rested on the windowsill.

"..You're perfect." you softly smiled and he thinks he might've just seen an angel.

"I'm far from it, кролик."

You giggled at the nickname. Then you looked up at him, he was offering his hand to you.

Almost Me.

He was always so kind to you. Despite the bloodshed his hands caused, You always found comfort in the way they engulfed your smaller limbs.

"In my eyes, You're perfect, любимый."

He chuckled, "Well then, who am I to negate my love's opinion?"

"It's a fact." You smiled playfully as your nose scrunched. He loved when you did that. Found it adorable.

He smiled. You couldn't see that though.

Standing up, His fingers intertwined with yours. The song that was playing was almost over but he was still determined to spend time with you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been observing your little dance. He found your manner of dancing undisputed.

The way you took your strides and swiftly moved through the space in the room. Your body language said all that your words didn't. Couldn't.

"May I dance with you? You're excellent at it." he complimented.

"You were watching?" A surprised look took over your features.

"Of course I was."

You thought about it for a moment. "Well, it would be rude to refuse you since you asked so nicely," You smiled up at him, "Lead the way."

"Gladly."

Guys AIZAWA IS ACTUALLY CRYING YOU JUST CAN’T TELL BECAUSE OF MANUALS QUIRK BECAUSE HE’S LITERALLY IN SHOCK THAT DEKU CONSIDERS HIM MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE MOST POWERFUL THING IN THE WORLD - HIS MEMORY GOES BACK TO WHEN HE NOT ONLY DIDNT BELIEVE IN DEKU BUT WHEN HE SAID THAT SAME POWER WAS DOOMED FOR FAILURE SO THIS MEANS

A. AIZAWA SEES HOW THE POWER THAT HE DISMISSED AND THAT GAVE DEKU THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE TAUGHT BY HIM IS NOT ONLY GOING TO SAVE HIS LIFE BUT BE PUT ON A LOWER PEDESTAL THAN AIZAWA HIMSELF

B. AIZAWA CANNOT FATHOM DEKU SAVING AND LOOKING UP AT HIM BC HE’S STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT HE LOOKED DOWN ON DEKU

C. ITS NOT ONLY THE POWER AND DRIVE OF DEKU DIRECTLY MAKING HIM A HERO BUT THE POSSIBILITY OF DEKU LOSING IT DOING SO AS WELL AND HIS WILLINGNESS TO PLACE AIZAWA OVER THAT RISK

D. IF AIZAWA LIVES AND DEKU LOSES HIS QUIRK THE GUILT (and heartbreaking parallels to Oboro) BUT THE GUILT. AIZAWA FINALLY REALIZES HIS WORTH AS A TEACHER AND HERO PAYING OFF AND IS FINALLY CONFRONTED WITH THE IDEAS HE CAN RELY ON OTHERS WHICH MIGHT BE THE APEX OF HIS ARC

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