Hi 👋 Could you Maybe Do Miguel Diaz x reader? Maybe Reader gets Miguel high for the First time and they Bang it out high asf 🙏
HIHIHI!!! So this is actually the first one I'll be writing as I've finally got time on my hands 🙏 I absolutely love this request so your request is my command! <333
"High..."
Miguel Diaz x GN!reader
!Warnings!: Mentions of drugs, Mentions of female anatomy (AFAB), Dirty talk, Mentions of spanking, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap that willy.), p in v. (I think that's it.)
!!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
You were a stoner. To put it as simple as possible, you smoked a lot of weed, and your boyfriend was always curious but way too nervous to try it. Until finally, one Wednesday afternoon, after telling him everything feels so much better when high, he agreed. So now you two were in your apartment smoking a joint, but of course you were the only smoking it as of now because he was starting to chicken out.
"Miguel! Come on! You promised." You whined as you held out the joint to your obviously nervous boyfriend.
"I know! Its just, what if I...I don't know...Suffocate?" He said wearily, looking at the joint with nervous eyes.
"Then I'll give you mouth to mouth, or something!" You said as you handed him the joint, watching as he took it with shaky hands. "How about this, you smoke a quarter of it and I'll suck your dick. Deal?"
And that seemed to be all it took for him to start smoking the already slightly smoked joint. Of course he coughed the first few times, and started freaking out, but eventually mellowed. About an hour had passed and the joint was gone, and you two were higher than the alps.
And not one to break promises you were now stuck in between Miguel's legs as you sloppily sucked him off. Running your tongue along the sensitive veins, and the head of his cock made him shiver and groan with delight.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that...Take it all down your throat.." He said as he pushed your head down to where your nose was touching the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock. You gagged and looked up at him as your drool started to pool around his base. When he finally let you up for air you gasped and looked up at his panting form.
Standing up you stripped out of your clothes and got on top of him, pulling him close and kissing him with hunger. Reaching down and grabbing his member you aligned it with your cunt and slowly slipped it in, feeling his thick cock stretch you out nicely. you threw your head back and moaned as he bottomed out listening to his loud moans. He let his hands roam your your body as he put one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, and pinched the other, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers.
Once he felt you were adjusted enough he quickly started thrusting in and out of you, his grip tightening on your breasts. your body lurched forward at his aggressiveness as you clung to him, unable to control your moans.
"Holy shit...Miguel, slow do-down.." You stuttered out as it was already becoming too much for your already sensitive body to handle.
"I'm sorry baby...Fuck, I'm so sorry but you feel way to good." He said as he gripped your hips, making you match his thrust, his cock hitting that certain spot that makes you see stars. Miguel's body started to shudder as he felt a tightness in his own core. He lifted one of his hands and slapped your ass, hard, knowing it'll leave a pretty little handprint.
You yelped in surprise and couldn't help but bury your face in his neck as you babbled out, "Oh Gods, I'm gonna cum.."
Miguel nipped at your skin and whispered in your ear. "That's it, cum for me baby.." He mumbled as he continued the same rough pace. And cum you did. Your body shook and shivered as you cried out, the wave of your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. And he wasn't long after. Shortly after you came he quickly pulled out and stroked himself a few times before thick hot spurts of cum covered your stomach.
There, you sat in the aftermath, entangled on each others arms. Her placed his forehead against yours and looked at you with red, sleepy, eyes. "That wasn't so bad, after all.."
Summary: Miguel and you were a couple working together on interdimensional travel, until you tried it first and disappeared. Miguel never recovered from it.
Warnings: canon violence, mentions of blood and wounds, brief suicide ideation (not in a "i wanna die" way but in a "it would be better if I was gone" way).
Tags : Angst with a happy ending, "Don't go where I can't follow" trope.
Words: 2833 words.
A/N: This took forever omgggg, I searched for better vocab, I kept adding stuffs, I did this to myself but still... Here comes the ISTV! Miguel's gf lost to the multiverse story I mentionned in posts.
Today was a day like any other for Spiderman 2099. Waking up at the crack of dawn after a night that was more nightmares than restful sleep, Miguel stared at the ceiling for a brief moment; an arm over his forehead, thinking about all the tasks he had to accomplish today, fatalism sneaking through his veins.
He used to sleep peacefully with you nearby, but that simply wasn’t an option anymore.
The multiverse didn’t offer him a moment of respite, ever. Countless alternative worlds to watch over, myriads of spider-people to shepherd, endless enemies to neutralise. And one mistake could unravel it all, wipe out millions of innocent lives. Every morning he reminded himself of his self-imposed, solitary duty; after he unknowingly doomed Gabriella’s world to annihilation; after he unintentionally sent you to meet your demise.
If you were there, you two would have dealt with this together, like you did with every other hardship that came your way.
He sighed and sat on his bed, passing a hand over his weary face, like this gesture could pull away his bone-deep fatigue, before calling Lyla and asking her about the state of the canon. She greeted him with her habitual cheer and sass. A vicious little voice in the back of his mind reminded him that the support and good mood she provided him with were fake, a simulation, a bunch of zeros and ones. He ignored it, as he always did.
If you were there, your support would have been genuine, without a doubt.
As he listened to her reports, he put on gym’s clothes and headed out to the Spider Society's Strength and Conditioning Centre. At this early hour, he had the whole place to himself, which suited him perfectly. He wasn’t one for making small talk, especially when he just got out of bed. He worked out following the program he established with Lyla.
He used to exercise and spar with you, but no one could compare to you.
Miguel then took a quick shower and glanced over the bathroom’s mirror as he was drying himself. His gaze lingered over the perpetual shadows under his eyes, the harsh lines of his face, the hollow of his cheeks, the broad of his shoulders. The person staring back at him was so different from two years ago.
Would you even recognize him?
He shook his head in annoyance against himself, trying to get rid of his thoughts about you, yet sorely aware of the utter futility of it. There wasn’t a day where you didn’t cross his mind. He put on his suit, checking that it was entirely operational – “Lyla, can you run the suit diagnostics?” –, ate a spartiate breakfast washed down with a generous amount of coffee and reached his lab.
An alert on one of the orange screens, indicating the presence of an anomaly in his own dimension, immediately caught his attention.
“Lyla, what can you tell me about this guy?”
“He’s nothing special. Just your average villain.”
“And I guess neither Jess nor Ben are awake yet?”
“You guessed right!”
“Hm.”
Miguel quickly took the decision to deal with the anomaly himself. It was just a routine mission like he’d done hundreds of times. A day just like any other, devoted to fixing his own mistakes.
***
It wasn’t a mission like the others.
Or, rather, it wasn’t an anomaly like the others. The dimension he originated from was one Miguel had hardly any information about. And the Green Goblin he was facing was actually wiping the floor with him.
He wasn’t sure why. Had the weight of his sins finally caught up with him? Was the mass of his guilt falling down on his shoulders tackling to the ground? Why was the memory of you so torturous and tenacious today?
Lyla was right by him, talking to him with agitation, but he couldn’t hear anything, like he was underwater. As the mutant walked over to him menacingly, and his own body didn’t answer when he tried to move, Miguel’s thoughts took an even darker turn.
Maybe this was for the best. How could he have decently thought that he was the right person for saving the multiverse? After what he did to you and Gabriella, he was just an ashamed culprit desperately trying to make up for his faults.
But he could never bring you back. Therefore never would he be able to repair his wrongs. Maybe it was better to put an end to the bloodshed while –
CRASH.
Like a meteor, something that he didn’t see coming ploughed into his assailant, effectively sending him crashing into a wall. Before the Goblin could even think of getting back up, his lightning-fast saviour reached him in a split second and stepped on his chest. Miguel could now identify them as a human. When he heard them talk, he nearly choked.
“You lay a finger on him again, and I’ll rip you apart.”
Their voice was implacable. But it wasn’t what jolted Miguel, no. Their voice was yours.
He would recognize it between hundreds and yet – the rational part of him refused to accept it. It couldn’t be possible. He was delirious. He fainted during the fight and was dreaming. Another one of those oh so sweet but so agonising dreams where you came back to him. An illusion, a chimaera.
You made sure that the Green Goblin under you wouldn’t get back up before turning yourself in Miguel’s direction. Miguel O’ Hara. Your boyfriend, ex-coworker, lab partner. The one you’ve been trying to get back to for so long. You didn’t even know how long. You both knew that the first travel between dimensions would be experimental and dangerous, but you couldn’t imagine that it would strand you on an uncharted earth with a defective watch. It took you everything you had of intellect, resourcefulness and resolve to manage to make your way back here. However, as you reduced the distance between you two, filled to the brim with nothing but the overwhelming desire to throw yourself into his arms, you realised that something’s wrong – very wrong.
He hadn’t moved a muscle, like paralyzed; he hadn’t smiled back at you. Actually the expression on his face was breaking your heart. It was a combination of vivid sorrow and open disbelief. The tears of happiness in your eyes almost fell and an ominous shiver ran down your back as you grasped that he was refusing to believe you were real.
You braced yourself and kept going. As you got about two metres away from him, you called out to him.
"Miggy… It's me…"
"No", he said, and surely a stab to the heart would hurt less than this. "It can't be…" His voice was trembling in a way you never heard before.
You slowly crouched so your eyes were at the same level, like you were dealing with a wild but frightened animal. You talked to him the same way, slow and gentle.
"Miguel. Do you remember my first day at Alchemax? I spilled my coffee on our lab director. I was sure I had already lost my job but you diffused the situation with that deadpan humour of yours. Then when I tried to thank you, you played it cool, and told me you didn’t do it for me."
As you were talking, you stared at his face stubbornly, desperately looking for a sign that he recognized you. When you finished your plea, a single tear rolled down his cheek and he tried to reach for you despite his wounds. Without hesitation you gave in to your longing, closed the gap between the two of you and embraced him as hard as you could without breaking some ribs. The heartwarming feeling of his arms squeezing you against him somehow unlocked something in you and all your tears started to come out. The wet sensation on your shoulder made you aware that he was weeping too.
You didn’t know how long you stayed there, on the ground, not a word spoken, crying in each other’s arms; clinging on to the other like something was going to tear you away at any minute; gripping each other like you were trying to fuse your bodies. Hearing Miguel’s muffled voice brought you back to the present time.
“It’s my fault.”
You backed away slightly, thinking surely you heard him wrong.
“It’s all my fault”, he carried on with the tone of someone eaten away by guilt. “I should have done the first multiverse jump. I should have –”
You firmly grabbed his face and interrupted him.
“No, no, no. Listen to me, Miguel O’Hara. You will not bear this alone. I knew exactly what I was in for when I used the prototype. I knew the risks just as you did. I made this decision of my own free will, and I will not have you think otherwise for one more second. Do you understand?”
He looked at you in shock – you weren’t easy to make angry, and your burning glare, your inflexible tone and your furrowed eyebrows took him by surprise.
“Miguel?”, you insisted, deadly serious.
“...Yes”, he capitulated, realising that he had been robbing you of your agency and your role as a member of the team you two made. “I’m sorry.”
You smiled sadly at him and hugged him.
“As long as you don’t do it again…”, you added playfully. “Now, how about we take care of your injuries?”
You got up easily; Miguel… less.
“We also need to bring the Goblin with us”, groaned Miguel in pain as he tried to get up.
“Oh right.”
You had already completely forgotten about this guy, Miguel’s state occupying all your mind.
You offered him both your hands to help, smiling maliciously.
“Do you need me to carry you, tough guy?”
“I’m fine”, he grunted, and just as he was saying that, he stumbled. You quickly took one of his hands, bringing his arm over your shoulders and grabbing one side of his waist.
Miguel sighed.
“You can’t transport the Goblin if you hold me like this.”
“Yeah, but I don’t care about the Goblin, I care about you”, you replied very seriously, but also unable to stop the smile spreading your lips in joy and amusement.
He rolled his eyes half-heartedly, and you knew pertinently that he wasn’t really upset.
“I’ll just send someone.”
“Someone?”, you asked, having no idea of who he was referring to.
“You’ll see”, he retorted, giving you a smug smile.
You were thinking of a good comeback when he called Lyla.
“Hiiiii gurl”, she shrieked when appearing in front of you. Truth was, she’d been watching you two this whole time, but she wanted to give you two privacy.
You gave her a radiant smile.
“Hi Lyla. I missed you so much!”
As you were exchanging pleasantries, Miguel stepped in, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Are you two done? We need to get a move on before the Goblin wakes up.”
“Aye aye Captain”, grinned Lyla. “I already called Ben to get the green guy.”
“Don’t be jealous”, you chuckled, smooching him exaggeratingly on the cheek.
Your favourite AI opened a portal for you and bid you goodbye.
“Have fun, lovebirds!”
Miguel let out an irritated growl as you laughed frankly while carrying him through the portal.
***
“Miss, I’m gonna have to ask you to step out…”, requested the Spider Doctor near you.
Your mind was still reeling with all that you just discovered, as you escorted Miguel to the infirmary : the Spider Society, their gigantic headquarters, the thousands of spider people from thousands of dimensions that worked there, their system of management of anomalies… It was so much to take in. Everything that Miguel accomplished without you. A part of you felt overwhelmed with excitement for the possibilities while another felt a pang of regret and bitterness over everything you missed.
Some Spider People tried to engage in a conversation with you, like a man with pink slippers and a toddler, but Miguel shut them down – “This can wait until later” – or ignored them.
You were about to comply with the doctor’s request but Miguel, sat on a bed, intervened:
“She stays.” The commanding tone in his voice made it sound like he would not tolerate any kind of noncompliance, but also that he was used to being obeyed without question. You raised a questioning eyebrow at him from behind the doc – the Miguel you knew wasn’t someone who enjoyed being in charge.
“As you wish, Sir”, agreed the physician immediately.
Once he was done checking over Miguel, bandaging him and providing him with painkillers, he rapidly exited the room, leaving you two alone. You approached your favourite Spiderman with a disapproving clicking of the tongue, hands on your hips.
“We don’t bully our nursing staff in this house, Mr O’Hara.”
He pouted and grabbed you by the waist to bring you closer.
“I wasn’t going to let him make you leave me.”
You could feel, via the pressure he was exerting on your body – one that would have hurt a normal human – that he was still afraid that you would slip like sand through his fingers.
Standing between his legs, you took his face between your hands, delicately tracing the dark circles under his eyes with your thumbs, before passing your hand through his hair, clearing his face of some unruly strands. He closed his eyes under your touch like a cat.
You wanted so much to make him understand that you wouldn’t vanish ever again, to appease all his fears with a couple of sentences. But you knew that time was necessary to dress both your wounds, so instead you kissed him, something you held back from doing until he saw a doctor.
He kissed you back softly at first, like you were going to disintegrate if he was too vehement, but he rapidly let go of his self-control. It felt like he had been a man dying of thirst in a desert and you were the first source of water he came upon. You let his hands wander over your body, as yours did the same, and you marvelled at the new broadness of his shoulders, the unfamiliar swelling of his muscles. Then you felt the tips of his fingers slip under your top, and you pushed him away with a chuckle.
The crestfallen expression he displayed was adorable, and as he opened his mouth to argue, or maybe plead, you stopped him with a forefinger across his mouth.
“Healing first, fun later, ok?”
“I can– “ he started, but you cut in.
“If the roles were reversed, would you yield to my demands?”
The heavy silence that followed and the disgruntled grimace he granted you were a sufficient answer.
“That’s what I thought”, you smiled, pleased with yourself.
With Miguel’s enhanced healing, leaving the infirmary was a question of a couple of days at most. You barely left his side during that time, sneaking in food from the cafeteria. And you talked, talked, talked. There was so much to catch up, so much to make up for. He told you how he hopelessly looked for you, and how excruciating it was to abandon searching for you after months. How he built the Spider Society from the ground up and recruited a strike force among the Spiderpeople from other dimensions. How he learnt the hard way how crucial it was to keep the canon intact after accidentally causing a whole universe’s demise. How his time was split between saving your earth and capturing anomalies. You narrated your perilous journey, utterly alone on an unknown earth, with only your powers and your wits to save you from the hostile inhabitants and harsh climate from this cold, frozen world. How you could only manage to cross short distances between dimensions until you came across a more advanced one.
Eventually, Miguel got discharged, and as you were falling on his neck and kissing him in congratulations, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you into his arms. You felt your cheeks burning.
“Wait, wait… you’re not gonna carry me like that in public, right?!”
He smirked.
“I own the place, I can do what I want.”
You punched him in the shoulder.
“And I wanted to carry you bridal style to the infirmary, but I did not, did I?!”
“Aouw!” He squeaked in pain. “I’m kidding! I’m gonna open a portal to my room.”
“Do you also open a portal to go from your bed to your couch or…?”
“Only when my girlfriend who’s been missing for a year honours me with her presence.”
The way he stared at you when he said this, crimson eyes ablaze with yearning, with an intensity no one ever did before, you were already feeling yourself unravelling for him, the sensation accompanied by a fervent desire to make him come undone under you.
By Sawyer-summary: you haven’t been doing your best at work and get a “scolding” by your bosses bosses boss the ceo Mr. O’Hara
miguel x reader
warnings:smut, p in v, dubcon, spanking, power dynamic!!
You’ve been messing up at work and by “messing up” you mean fucking up your reputation and acting as if you don’t want a job at all. you’ve been making careless mistakes, arriving late, slacking off, yesterday you even yelled at a highly valued client. it’s not like you were trying to get fired you just haven’t been in the mood to deal with anyone and that’s basically what your job is dealing with people. Today you got called to your manager’s office immediately after you sat down at your desk knowing exactly what you were in for.
“I can’t let stuff like this slide y/n we almost lost a client!” your manager yelled at you
“I know I know and I’m sorry I promise it won’t happen again,” you said pleading to keep your job
“yea well sadly for you it’s out of my hands,” he says sitting down with a tired look on his face
“What do you mean out of your hands?” you ask confused
“you have to go speak with Mr O’Hara y/n” your manager said with a sympathetic look on his face
you’d never met the CEO of the company you figured he was like a unicorn or something that only allowed you to see it when it wanted. you’d only heard rumors about him no one was dumb enough to fuck up to the point where they had to go talk to him
you were in the elevator that opened directly to his secretary’s desk and then to his office you were nervous your whole body was shaking thinking about all the things that could go wrong about how you were definitely getting fired and never getting a job again becoming homeless begging on the streets like Squidward in that episode of SpongeBob.
the elevator doors opened and you immediately felt like you were gonna throw up your breakfast you looked to his secretary for some kind of hope or reassurance and all she said was “Through the brown doors honey” With a dead grin on her face you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the doors saying thanks to his secretary you stood in front of his doors for about a minute before finally working up the courage to knock
“Come in” you heard his voice and it sent shivers through your body you took a deep breath opened the door and walked “Mr.O’Hara?” you said in the smallest voice afraid to make too much noise
he didn’t say a word just pointed to the chair in front of his desk telling you to take a sit and you did that immediately “You understand why you’re here right?” he said in a stern voice
“yes, yes sir but I-“ he stops your words “you know yelling at that client was over the line don’t you?”
“yes, Mr. O’Hara I do I’ve just been under a lot of stress, and im so so sorry please forgive me!”
“I can do that. but punishment is due, y/n” he says looking a Your breasts through the three buttons you lefts open on your blouse“Yes I understand I'll go clear out my desk,” you say slowly getting up from your chair tears filling your eyes
“Why are you doing that?” he asked. You turned back at him confused “Come here next to me” you do as he says standing next to the chair that he sits at behind his desk anticipating his next move
He immediately pulls you over his lap by your arm you’re not even able to protest or get a word out because as soon as your torso hits his thighs he’s lifting your skirt above your ass
A look of shock crosses your face as you feel yourself being pulled across his lap and him lifting your skirt. he moves your panties between your cheeks and places his palm flat on one cheek
“or would you rather lose your job?” he asks in a time that makes you melt “No sir i-i want to keep my job,” you say not exactly prepared for whats about to happen but exited nonetheless “I thought so”
You gulp, your body shaking as you feel his hand on your bare ass cheek. you can hardly believe what's happening, but your mind is a mess and if you resisted you would lose your job and it’s not like you wanted to resist anyway.
while in your thoughts he slapped your ass hard. Your body jolts on his lap the feeling sending a heat radiating through your body to your surprise a loud gasp more like a moan left your mouth.
“This is what happens when you don’t do you job” he says slapping your ass again on the same cheek “you think girls that do their jobs correctly get punished like this?” he says slapping it again “n-no sir” the slaps hit harder and harder each time sending heat to your core making you soaking wet you let out moans you never even knew you could make.
He gives your ass another slap before looking down at your wet cunt “Are you wet right now, love?” embarrassed by the mess you made of yourself you stay silent hoping he’ll just ignore it.
He slaps your ass again and you let out a soft moan again his fingers start touching your wet pussy and he pushes your soaked panties to the side revealing the puffy lips of your pussy begging to be fucked. You let out a surprised gasp When he does this your breath shallows and your heart starts raising
he pushes his middle finger in your hole and uses his other hand to slap your ass again “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, baby” he says with a sly grin on his face looking down at you. Your body tenses at this new feeling of his finger inside you
He adds another finger and starts pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace teasing and antagonizing you and making you squirm in frustration “You’re being such a good girl for me now Why couldn’t you do that before huh?” his words alone do something to you making you feel butterflies in your stomach. You cover your mouth to try and suppress the filthy moans coming from your mouth
He takes both fingers out and starts slapping your pussy lightly your moans only start to get louder as your entire body starts shaking as you feel a wave of pleasure building up inside you. Your eyes are glistening with excitement and pleasure. your breathing coming in gasps as you try to fight back the urge to beg for more “oh god…please”
“Stand up and bend over my desk baby” he says taking both hands away from your body as soon as he tells you what to do you stand up and bend over his desk. He stands up behind you and presses his bulge into you so you can feel how hard his huge cock is “ See what you do to me?”
A small moan leaves your mouth as you feel him pressing into your swollen lips. You feel a cool breeze and hear him unbuckle the belt of his pants and just as you hear that his hard cock is pressing into your hole. “Fuuuck your tight” you can barely think, your entire world reduced to the sensation of his thick member invading your tight pussy. You can feel every inch of him as it slides in and out of you, your body shuddering uncontrollably as the wave of pleasure grows stronger.
He sucks air through his teeth and sighs right after from how good you feel “God i might give you a promotion for this pussy!”
you try to hold back your slutty moans, but it’s difficult to contain your excitement as you feel his hard cock sliding back and forth inside you. You gasp loudly as another wave of intense pleasure rolls through you, your whole body shaking as you feel yourself getting close to climaxing.
He starts fucking you hard into his desk pushing you against it “yea that’s right baby cum on my cock” he says groaning with each thrust
At this point, you can't suppress the slutty moans coming from your mouth as your body starts to tremble your hands clutching at the edge of his desk as you begin to lose control. The feeling of being filled by his cock pushes you over the edge as you scream out loud “Fuck, Mr.O’Hara!” your juices gushing out around his cock as you cum
“Fuck baby good job!” he doesn’t let up after you cum fucking you even harder you try to catch your breath as you feel him fucking you even harder, his cock slamming into your sensitive flesh over and over again. You can barely hold onto the edge of his desk as you try to keep up with his pace, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure grows stronger.
He cums inside you as he grips your hips digging his thumbs into your back and his thrusts become slow and deep hitting all the right spots “Oh my god that’s so good!”
your eyes roll back in your head as you moan loudly, your pussy tightening down on his shaft as you orgasm once more. your body shaking wildly as you cum again, your juices spill all over his desk and you struggle to stay conscious.
“Shit baby!” he says slapping your ass one last time you pants heavily, your body limp as you try to catch your breath. you feel a slight pain in your ass as he slaps you one last time, but you can’t help but smile as you think about how good that just felt. you turn and lie on your back to look up at him, your eyes filled with lust as you reach down to touch your sore cum-filled pussy
“Who said you could touch your pussy?” He says grabbing your face and pulling you up so you can lean back on your hands “Sorry sir” you say looking up at him with lust filled eyes telling him you want more
“Tell me what you want y/n,”
a/n:Ending it here cuz i don’t want it to be too long and i might do a part 2 if it doesn’t flop
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Is the curse of the black rose, blooming bright for 3 days and wither in the wind...
{ 🙗 } // Is this really a vision of a possible route/future? Emilia is actually capable of accomplishing her goals solely to wither at the 3er day in any way that can be placed
"The Black Rose blooms once more;
yet a price must be paid for it to do so
May the florae flourish & grow,
Branches & roots reclaiming dried lands
Yet only at expense of her own life
May the Night Garden find the right path..."
