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...wait. I know you. I can't remember from where, but your voice sounds familiar.
-@phoenix-hero-sakurako
Familiar, you say... How interesting. Amusing, even.
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intertwined, sewn together đ
lando norris x reader
summary: fem reader & lando share a sweet day w friends on a yacht <3
song: not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker
authorâs note: love this sm my heart ugh!! fluff & cute summer vibes. kinda grumpy x sunshine ; allusions to a bad childhood <\3
word count: 1.8k
You reclined on the plush deck of the yacht, basking in the warm rays of the sun as they caressed your stomach. The smell of sunscreen and tanning oil lingered in the air, leaving a sticky sheen on your skin. You relished these lazy days on the yacht, surrounded by your friends Lily and Carmen who chatted animatedly next to you.
Lost in the pages of your book, you barely registered their conversation as you lay with one elbow propped on the ground and the other hand holding the book, using it as a shield against the bright sun. However, your peaceful reading was interrupted by the rowdy boys behind you. Alex, George, Charles, and Lando were engaged in a game of cornhole, their shouts and cheers growing louder with each round. Their competitive banter blended with the sound of the cornhole sacks hitting the wooden board, making it difficult for you to concentrate on your book.
With a deep sigh of frustration, you carefully placed the book down and turned to your friend Lily, who was sitting next to you on the deck of the yacht. The sound of raucous laughter and shouting from the boys had grown increasingly louder, making it difficult for anyone else to carry on a conversation.
"Could they be any louder?" Carmen asked, her voice barely audible over the noise.
You nodded in agreement, âI know right, itâs like they are the only ones on the damn yacht.â You turned over, and, now laying on your stomach, you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched the boys play.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to Lando, his intense focus on the game evident in the way his brow furrowed and his arms swung the sandbag with ease. You couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he moved, his muscles flexing with each throw. His fingers ran through his messy summer curls, adding to his charming and carefree appearance. He was perfect in every way, and just knowing he was yours made your heart soar with happiness.
Lily and Carmen resumed their conversation, still reclining on their backs. You found yourself growing quiet, a natural state for you. Your introverted nature preferred observing to actively participating in conversations.
As a child, this led to struggles in making friends. Some labeled you as mean, but the truth was that you simply had little patience for most individuals. Your shyness was often viewed as a weakness and your silence as threatening, but slowly you emerged from your shell. Childhood experiences had left you with deep scars, ones that most people could never imagine. For a long time, you kept these memories buried deep within, trying to forget they were real. But then Lando came into your life, and he helped unravel all the pieces of you that had been hidden away. He didn't run away or judge you; instead, he loved every part of you as if you were made just for him. And because of him, you met others who saw and appreciated the real you as well.
Thatâs why you loved these people on the yacht. Not just Lando, who youâve been dating for three years now, but even his friends and their girlfriends. They were lively at times, but they could be calm and relaxing too, having real and deep conversations. When you started dating Lando, they welcomed you with open arms, and the group quickly felt like a newfound family, one that you desperately needed.Â
Lando was sunshine personified. His deep, rich laugh was infectious, bringing out the same pure happiness in everyone around him, including you. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he laughed so hard that tears formed in his eyes. And with his perfectly tanned skin and light brown hair, he looked as if he had been sent down from the Sun itself just for you to love and for him to love you back even more fiercely. His genuine empathy and understanding towards your struggles made it feel like he could see right into your soul, and his persistent effort to get to know you only further solidified your growing feelings for him.
The two of you truly seemed like opposites, but everyone around you saw how much love was between you and Lando. As you watched him play cornhole, a small smile spread on your lips. It was inevitable, Lando seemed to just have that effect on you.Â
âLando, looks like youâve got an admirer,â Charles shouted to him as he must have caught you staring. Your face flushed, even more so with the sun beating down. Lando caught your eye, shooting you a wink.Â
âGood, Iâm on fire! Best game Iâve played yet.â Lando proudly proclaimed, which made you grin even more.Â
Carmen turned on her stomach now to watch along with you. âGeorge, baby, how are you doing?â She asked him.Â
Lando was the one to respond though, âOh, heâs playing like shit. You better take his place.â Everyone bursted out into laughs, everyone except George, who always got slightly offended at jokes made at his expense.Â
âYeah yeah, whatever.â George sighed with a wave of his hand. âLetâs play another game, Iâll beat you this time.âÂ
âThatâs what you said five games ago,â Alex laughed, which caused the guys to break into another fit of chuckles.
You were enjoying watching them play, but as the sun beat down on your skin and sweat began to form on your brow, you knew it was time to take a break. Walking over to the cooler, you grabbed a cold bottle of water and some freshly cut strawberries. The icy liquid provided instant relief as it cascaded down your throat, while the juicy sweetness of the strawberries left a refreshing aftertaste.Â
Feeling rejuvenated, you made your way to the edge of the yacht and settled into the welcoming shade. As you gazed out at the vast expanse of ocean before you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over you. The rhythmic lapping of waves against the boat and the gentle breeze caressing your skin were soothing in a way that only being on the ocean could provide.
Lost in your thoughts, you reached for your book and lost yourself in its pages. The sound of laughter and splashing from your friends faded into the background as you immersed yourself in the fictional world within. Time seemed to pass quickly as you turned one page after another, until you noticed the sky beginning to change color. A soft orange glow now painted the horizon, signaling that sunset was near.
You moved from your spot on the yacht and went back out to see what everyone else was doing. Lando was laying out on a large sunbed, clearly exhausted from his hours of playing cornhole. As you looked around, all of the boys were laying out too. You couldnât find Carmen or Lily, but you assumed they were still trying to soak up the last bit of sun they could for the day.Â
âThereâs my pretty girl,â Lando smiled as you approached him. You stood beside his sunbed as he kissed the top of your hand. âWhere did you run off to?âÂ
âI went to read for a bit. It was kinda distracting earlier when you and the guys were playing.â You explained. He motioned for you to cuddle up next to him on the bed. As you tucked yourself by his side, he smirked.Â
âDistracting because I was so good looking?â He bantered and you rolled your eyes.Â
âNo, because you guys were being so loud.â You joked and he faked a frown. You smiled, âBut youâre also very good looking.âÂ
He tilted your chin up so he could kiss you softly, taking in every bit of you and the strawberry taste still on your lips. As you laid your head back on his chest, he ran his fingers through your hair, playing with it lazily. âI love you a lot you knowâ
You traced your fingers along his torso and grinned to yourself, âYeah, I know.â
âGood. Just making sure you donât forget it.â He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his warm breath mingling with the soft breeze. As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, you both sat on the sunbed, watching the stunning display of colors in the sky. The vibrant oranges and deep blues blended together like a masterpiece, filling you with a sense of awe and wonder. Despite all the pain and suffering in the world, moments like this reminded you of the beauty and magic that still existed. You could feel the warmth of the cooling sun on your skin, leaving a subtle tan as it slowly made its way towards the horizon. The peacefulness of the moment was enough to lull you into a blissful sleep.
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Charles propped himself up on his cushioned chair, and saw you asleep on Landoâs chest. âShe knocked out, huh?â He smiled at Lando.
âYeah, guess so. The sun makes her tired sometimes.â Lando replied in a low voice to try and not to wake you up.Â
âYou know, I never heard her say she loved you back earlier.â George remarked from the other side of Lando.Â
âShe doesnât have to, I know she does.â Lando replied, which confused the guys. He saw their perplexed expressions. âYou know it took her a long time to say it in the first place butâŠIâve known her long enough to where I know it without her having to say it.âÂ
âI still donât understand.â Alex piped up next to George.Â
âI mean, cmon, whatâs so hard to understand? You saw the way she watched me earlier. Her eyes said it all. And the other day when she peeled oranges for me without me asking? And yesterday, when we got home, she rambled to me about the book she was reading. You could just see the light and love in her eyes. She never used to be that way, not when I first met her.â Lando knew the other guys still might not get the full picture, but he remembered how you were before you guys started dating. He remembered how you would shut out the world and not let anyone in. He knew that you used to not express how much you liked things or even smile when you ate your favorite foods.
He knew you loved him, he knew it went without saying. You were his everything, and simply being nestled next to him, feeling the gentle rhythm of your breath against his side, was enough to make his heart swell with love. No amount of conversation could match the pure joy of watching you smile or hearing the sweet melody of your voice. The two of you were intertwined, sewn together as the perfect pair.         Â
#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula one#formula one fanfic#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine
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Kiwi baby! | h.s đ„
Summery: Harryâs wife surprises him during Kiwi with the best news ever.
Word count: 3.2k || Masterlist đđâ€ïž
The gif and the ai image are both mine! Donât you dare steal it! I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE EITHER OF THEM OR STEAL MY WORK!!!
On a kind note, I hope you enjoy reading!!! I love this one-shot sm <333 I couldnât wait to write it the whole night ever since I got the idea. This is probably my most favorite piece of work ever. I guess Iâll make this a part of âOur Little World: Documentary seriesâ. REQUEST ARE OPEN! đ
Posted on: November 24th, 2024. (IST)
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The evening sky above the stadium was painted in deep shades of purple, and the crowd beneath it surged with energy, every soul gathered to see him perform. Harry Styles was in his element, bathed in bright lights, his smile as wide as the stage itself, his voice carrying through the open air. The music was loud, vibrant, and electricâKiwi blasting through the speakers as Harry moved across the stage, every step laced with the confidence and excitement that only live performances could stir.
His outfit tonight was nothing short of breathtakingâa red and black Gucci harlequin-patterned suit that shimmered under the lights, accentuating his every movement. The slickness of his hair, now a little longer than usual, fell just enough to brush his forehead as he swung his body to the rhythm of the song. Fans were ecstatic, their voices harmonizing with his in perfect unity, shouting the words to Kiwi as if their very existence depended on it.
The crowd threw water at him, a playful and typical reaction to the intense heat of the show. Harry, ever the entertainer, caught one of the bottles and used it to douse them back with a mischievous grin. The energy was alive in a way only concerts could make him feel. He laughed along with his fans, feeling that familiar thrill that had kept him addicted to this lifeâthe adoration of strangers, the pulse of the music, and the sheer joy of performing.
But amidst the buzz of lights, the sweat dripping from his skin, and the joy in the air, there was a quiet thought that kept tugging at him. YN. His wife. She wasnât in the VIP stand like usual. He could always rely on her to be there, her smile always radiating at him from the crowd, her presence a constant comfort. But tonight, the spot where she always stood was empty. The concern he tried to shake off kept creeping into his mind, distracting him in the back of his head, even as his heart continued to race with excitement from the show.
He couldnât help but glance over to the section where she usually sat, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face, knowing it would soothe the small, gnawing worry he felt. But the space remained empty.
His foot tapped the beat of the song beneath him, trying to focus on the crowd once more. He tossed the water bottle at the fans, his fingers brushing the cold plastic. The adrenaline kept him high, kept him in the moment, but his gaze drifted again.
Where was she?
YN had been a little quieter than usual in the past few days. He hadnât pushed for any answers, but now he found himself wondering if something was wrong. Maybe she was feeling unwell. Maybe she just wanted to have a quiet night in. Still, the thought of not seeing her there tonight gnawed at him.
His voice still rang out with the words of the song, but his mind was divided between the stage and the empty stand. He kept lookingâone eye on the crowd, the other scanning for her. And just as his next verse was coming up, he saw it.
There she was.
Right in the front rowâso close to the barricade, she was almost on the stage.
His breath caught in his throat.
She wasnât in the VIP section. No, she was right there. In the heart of the crowd. The waves of people parted like the Red Sea for her, and there she stoodâholding a sign. Her figure illuminated by the stage lights, her long hair falling in waves over her shoulders, a look of pure joy and love in her eyes.
For a moment, everything else fell awayâthe music, the fans, the lightsâall of it was distant. Harry couldnât tear his eyes away from the sight of her. The sign she held was simple, but to him, it was everything.
âIâm having your babyâ it read, scrawled across a bright poster board in bold, handwritten letters.
He froze. His heart nearly stopped.
Sheâs pregnant.
He blinked, thinking he must be imagining it, but noâshe was smiling at him now, holding up the sign for him to see, her eyes locked on his. There was no mistaking it. YNâhis wifeâwas carrying their baby.
Harryâs pulse raced as the flood of emotions hit him. His heart thudded against his chest like it wanted to burst free. The happiness, the disbelief, the excitementâit all rushed through him like a tidal wave, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt beneath his feet.
He had wanted this. He had dreamed of this. Of being a father. Of having a child with YN. They had talked about it before, casually, in quiet moments after dinner, while walking through the park, in bed at night. But it had never been a âright nowâ kind of conversation. They had agreed that when it happened, it happened. And now⊠it had happened.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his throat tightened. The emotions, overwhelming and beautiful, blurred his vision, but all he could do was stand there on the stage, dumbstruck by the sight of his wife, her belly now holding the future they had always dreamed of.
In a rush of pure joy, Harry stumbled forward, intent on reaching her, to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her how much he loved her. But as he took a step toward her, he didnât see the puddle of water gathering at the edge of the stage, a result of the fans tossing their bottles earlier.
And then, it happened.
His foot slipped.
There was a split second of disbelief before Harry lost his footing completely, crashing down to the stage in an ungraceful heap. The crowd gasped collectively, their moment of joy paused in shock. But Harry, ever the professional, couldnât help but laugh at himself. His laughter echoed through the microphone as he quickly scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off.
âBloody hell,â he muttered, still chuckling as he shook off the fall. The fans laughed along with him, the tension breaking as they cheered even louder, impressed by his quick recovery. Harry took a deep breath, regaining his balance and composure. He grabbed the microphone again, still laughing, and gave the crowd a playful wink.
âYou okay, Harry?â someone from the crew called out, teasing him from the side.
âYeah, Iâm good! Just a little slippery, thatâs all!â Harry replied, still grinning.
His gaze immediately returned to YN. She was still standing at the barricade, her sign still held high, her face alight with joy, her smile as radiant as the sun. It was in that moment that Harry realized he couldnât wait any longer. The song was still playing behind him, the familiar rhythm pulsing through his body, but he couldnât focus on the lyrics anymore. Not with the overwhelming emotions flooding his heart.
He took a step forward, slowly walking toward the edge of the stage, his eyes still locked on YN, who was holding his gaze with the same intensity. With each step, his heart pounded harder in his chest.
And before he even knew it, his knees buckled beneath him, and Harry collapsed to the stage once more, but this time, it was with pure emotion.
He covered his face with his hands, unable to contain the tears that had begun to fall freely down his cheeks. After a few moments, Harry wiped his eyes, clearing the tears away as he stood up once more. His voice was thick with emotion when he spoke into the mic, his words trembling with happiness:
âMy wife is having my baby!â he shouted, his voice trembling. âItâs all my business!â
The crowd erupted in pure, ecstatic noise, the roar of the fans filling the stadium as Harry remained on his knees, the overwhelming weight of the moment too much to bear. His chest was heaving, his body shaking as the reality of the news consumed him.
âIs that real?â a fan shouted.
âYes, itâs real!â Harry replied, laughing through his tears. âIâm going to be a dad! A dad!â He repeated the words as if he needed to hear them again, the joy overwhelming every part of him.
The fans roared in approval, the noise a chaotic symphony of celebration. But Harry didnât care about any of that now. He didnât care about the performance or the crowd or the cameras recording every moment. All he could think about was YN.
His mind was consumed by thoughts of the futureâthe life they would build together, the family they would raise. He quickly stood to his feet, wiping his eyes, and glanced once more at YN.
Without another momentâs hesitation, Harry dropped the mic to the stage and sprinted toward the barricade, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Harry could feel the heat of the stage lights burning against his skin, but they didnât matter. The noise of the crowd was deafening, but it was like a distant hum. His heart was the loudest thing he could hear, thrumming in his chest, pumping through his veins with an almost frantic rhythm. His legs carried him toward YN like they had a mind of their own. He was driven by a force he couldnât describe, propelled by the overwhelming joy of the moment.
Fans parted for him as he made his way to the front of the stage, their cheers rising to a fever pitch as they realized what was happening. Harry didnât hear their excitementâhe only heard the steady beat of his heart, louder now than the music, than anything else in the world.
YN. His wife. The love of his life. The mother of his child.
As he approached the barricades, YNâs smile never wavered. She was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes shining with excitement, her hand placed lovingly over her flat belly. As soon as Harry reached her, he lifted her into his arms, spinning her around in a joyous embrace, laughing like a child. The crowd cheered even louder, their love for Harry and YN growing with every passing second.
She had always known that he wanted this more than anything. They both had. But now it was real. She was carrying their baby, and everything about their lives was about to change.
âYNNâŠâ Harryâs voice caught in his throat as he reached her. He placed her back on the ground, eyes never leaving hers. She was glowingâabsolutely radiant in the soft light of the stage, and he couldnât help but let out a soft laugh as his arms reached out to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The crowd cheered louder, but Harry only had eyes for YN, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
âI love you,â Harry whispered into her ear, his voice thick with emotion. âI love you so much. I canât believe weâre going to be parents.â
YN pulled back slightly to look at him, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart under her fingers. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her smile wide and full of joy, matching his own. âI know. I canât believe it either,â she whispered, voice trembling just slightly. âI wanted to tell you in the cutest way possible, but youâve already made it the most unforgettable moment of my life.â
Harryâs breath caught again, a lump forming in his throat as he looked down at her belly, still so small but already holding the life they had created together. His hands rested gently on her sides as he crouched down slightly, his eyes never leaving her. He placed his lips softly on her stomach, his kiss a promiseâa vow. The fans around them cheered again, but this time, it was just background noise to Harry.
âIâm going to be the best dad for you,â Harry muttered against her belly, his voice filled with awe. âI promise.â
YNâs fingers threaded through his hair as she smiled down at him, her heart swelling with love. âI know you will be. Iâve always known,â she whispered, her voice full of faith and affection.
âYouâre going to be the best dad our baby could ever ask for.â
As Harry pulled back from the kiss, he stood to his full height and stared at YN, his hands still resting on her waist, his expression filled with wonder. His lips curled into a grin, and he couldnât resist pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before meeting her eyes once more.
âI canât believe Iâm going to be a dad,â he repeated, his voice thick with emotion, as if the words didnât fully make sense to him yet. But the more he said them, the more real it became. âYou and me. Weâre going to have a little baby.â
YNâs eyes sparkled, the tears now freely falling down her cheeks. She looked at him with a mix of love, gratitude, and joy. She reached up to touch his face, her thumb brushing gently against the stubble on his jaw. âItâs happening, Harry,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper. âItâs happening.â
Harry smiled wider, and without thinking, he reached down, cupping her face with both hands. He kissed her thenâslow, gentle, tenderâa kiss that held all of his joy, his love, his gratitude, his hope for their future. This was more than a kiss; it was a promise, a symbol of everything they were about to become. Harry pulled away slowly, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath.
âI canât wait,â Harry murmured, his lips still grazing hers as he spoke. âI canât wait to hold our baby. To be there for you. For everything.â
The love in his voice was enough to make YNâs heart swell to bursting. He kissed her again, softer this time, and then looked back at the crowd.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around again as he laughed.
âI love you,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
YN laughed, her fingers threading through his damp curls. âI love you too. Always.â
Harry set her down gently, his hands never leaving her as he looked into her eyes. âYouâre my everything, YNN. You and this babyâyouâre everything.â
Tears slid down YNâs cheeks, and she nodded, her heart full. âAnd youâre ours.â
Harry dropped to his knees once more, pressing his lips to her stomach in a gesture so tender it made YNâs breath catch.
âThank you for making my life so much beautiful,â he murmured, his voice trembling. âIâll love this baby with everything Iâve got. And Iâll love you even more.â
YNâs hands rested on his shoulders, her fingers squeezing gently. âYou already are, Harry.â
The evening continued around them, but for Harry and YN, time seemed to slow. The music had become a distant hum, the chatter of the fans a soft murmur in the background. All that mattered was each other.
As they stood at the barricades, Harry reached up to take YNâs hand in his, squeezing it gently. He leaned in once more, pressing a kiss to her lips, soft and slow, as if savoring every moment, every sensation. His heart felt full to bursting. He had everything he had ever wantedâYN, their love, and now, the promise of their baby.
He felt as if his entire life had led up to this pointâthis single, beautiful moment. The rush of emotions from earlier hadnât yet subsided, but now there was a calmness in him, a peace. He smiled as he looked down at YNâs hand in his, then back into her eyes.
âI know weâve been through so much already,â Harry said quietly, his voice full of emotion. âBut I feel like the best part of our journey is just beginning.â
YN nodded, her smile soft and full of love. âI feel the same way.â
Harry squeezed her hand once more, then stepped back slightly, turning his attention back to the crowd. âIâm going to be a dad,â he said out loud, his voice full of awe and happiness. He turned to face the audience, the microphone still lying on the stage. âEveryone, this is the best moment of my life,â he said, his voice carrying the emotion of the words. âMy wife, YN, is having my baby.â
The moment was surreal. The fans were still screaming, the cameras still rolling, but none of it mattered. For Harry, nothing would ever top this moment. It wasnât just another performance or another stageâit was the night his greatest dream began to come true.
As they stood there together, the crowd began to chant, âBaby Styles! Baby Styles!â
Harry threw his head back in laughter, turning to wave at the audience. âYou lot are mad!â he called out, but his face said it allâhe was over the moon.
The crowd continued on cheering wildly, but Harryâs focus was on the woman in front of him. She was glowing, every inch of her radiating love and joy, and he couldnât help but feel like the luckiest man alive.
He leaned in to kiss her once more, this time a gentle, loving kiss on her lips. He felt everything he had ever hoped for in that kissâhis future, his family, and the love of his life, all wrapped up in one perfect moment.
As the kiss ended, he pulled back, his forehead resting against hers. âI love you,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
âI love you too,â YN whispered back.
They stood there for a moment longer, the world around them continuing on, but nothing mattered now but each other, and the new life they were about to bring into the world. Together.
The fansâ cheers faded into the background as Harry held YNâs hand tightly, the two of them standing side by side, facing the future with all the love and hope that their hearts could hold.
Harry stood up and kissed her again, his heart still racing, his mind still in a daze, but in the best way possible. His dream of being a dad was coming true, and no matter what came next, he knew he had everything he ever needed right here, in this moment. He knew one thing for sure: their love was only just beginning
And with that, Harry Styles was no longer just a rock star on stageâhe was going to be a dad, and that was the greatest role heâd ever play.
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PICK A CARD : What is a quality of yours that u perceive as a flaw đ
Hello everyone I wanted to do a quick short very very disorganized pick a card today.
What is a quality of yours that u perceive as a flaw.
These are the piles (1,2,3) pls I do my reading in voice notes so there are MANY spelling errors in this. I just feel more comfortable speaking when doing a reading.
This is for entertainment only take what resonates leave what doesnât ofc I am trying to pick up on collective energies Iâm sorry if it doesnât resonate đ.
also I havenât done PAC for a while Iâm pretty rusty đ
Pile 1 đ
Hello pile number one welcome to your reading so for you guys itâs obviously kind of a clichĂ© thing, but you guys might be very very generous with your empathy with your love for people I feel like you guys donât hold back when you care for someone you are not at all stingy with the affection you give to people and I would also go to say that you put your whole soul you pour your love into people and you provide them consistency you provide them help you provide themsupport I feel like you guys are very supportive of this person and the way you might see it as a floss sometimes is that maybe you guys have had people take advantage of you before? Like you feel like being a lover boy or a lover girl is kind of a sacrifice in the society or something like that you feel like kind of led to the slaughter but because you canât help but to give love and empathy to people and you think that you should work more on your boundaries well, it is true. Iâd say that there is a part of this to be healed with the seven of ones here I feel like you should stand up more for what you like and maybe you are in this pet already, making more firm boundaries but here I feel like you should not see the love your capacity for love and the amount of love that you have in you you should not see it as something to have to with or limit because I feel like if you just let it out with the right person you will have something that is so beautiful.
Pile 2 đ±
OK, so pile two is very very different from pile 1. I would say that on the contrary, this person well you guys have more of a cut off kind of behavior when it comes to people who have wronged you, and this can be taken to the extreme in your opinion, I feel like some people mightâve told you that you guys are very rigid or kind of cruel or that you guys really hurt them or youâre very detached but what I want you to focus on here is that you you are just very intuitive. You know when something doesnât serve you anymore. You know when someone is being deceitful with you. I feel like you guys are kind of sometimes you might think how bad people think and it has helped you in a lot of situations where you knew when to get out I feel like you might perceive yourself as a little bit cold or heartless, but I want you guys to know that it is not, true you guys are equipped with a very precious skill, and that is to take action to know when to send back to know when to letâs go to know when to take the decisions that you know might be hurtful for you and for the other person, but it must be done because it is better I feel as though you are not afraid of being alone. This is a pile of people who are not scared of walking alone, and they might see it as a flaw in the sense that it might make you a loner or you feel that you canât make connections with people because people can be very bad but itâs actually agift to know how to protect yourself
Pile 3đŠ
For the third pile, I would say that a quality of yours that you see as a flaw is your desire or kind of seemingly always being on the move like I feel like you might not feel like you belong to any place in particular you feel like you are a multi ul being in some sort or like someone who belongs to multiple places someone who can stick to one place and the issue here that you might see as a floor is you donât see yourself as very grounded, but I wouldnât see it that way in my opinion it comes more as someone who is a word being, I would see it as someone who can adapt anywhere I would see it as someone who can travel anywhere and basically survive anywhere because they are a quite cooperative person and a person that integrates different cultures quite easily. Itâs someone who is not very rigid itâs someone that is not very tight to one place and itâs not at all something that is, bad or something that shows lack of sadness I would see it more as a sense of being grand or big. I donât know how to express it, but in a way itâs as if you are a child of the word. this reading is a little shorter because itâs very difficult for me to express I would say that itâs more so an openness. You are very open to the different possibilities and while some people might see it as someone who doesnât stick to one plan someone whoâs not organized or someone who doesnât stick to it I would say that itâs someone who can see different possibilities and who can move from part to part who can, walk away from a place and from a person and jump to another but not in a way like not in a serial dating way or in a bad way more so as an open and adventurous way, I feel like there is a wisdom in your adventurous because it helps you learn from different places
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Saying Something Stupid Like I Love You đ
𫧠pairing: Wrecker X Gender Neutral Reader
word count: 1.4k
prompts:
*flustered rambling* ...And I love you!" / "Huh?" / "I said achoo."
âI really like you. Or, love you. Yeah. I really love you."
Summary: Your feelings for Wrecker were out of control. So, with enough courage, you tell him how you truly feel. Kind of.
warnings: none, complete fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining, first kiss, gender neutral reader.
Authors note: Hope you both donât mind me joining requests? It just makes sense to kill 2 birds with one stone đ enjoy! 𫧠𩔠@dr-carew-jekyll
You found it impossible to tear your gaze away from him, captivated by every detail of his presence. The flutter of your heart matched the rhythm of the sunlight dancing across his features, leaving you utterly breathless. How could one man do this to you?
Your adoration for Wrecker had been a slow burn, a continuous journey that had been marked by bittersweet longing, knowing deep down he may never reciprocate your feelings. So, you nurtured your affection quietly but in doing so allowed it to bloom despite the ache it brought you daily.
âWhy donât you join me?â His invitation shattered your trance, drawing you back to reality with a jolt of embarrassment. Hastily, you averted your eyes, pretending to focus on your data pad to mask your blatant staring from just now.
Tentatively, you met his gaze, mustering a smile to act as though you didnât realise he was there. "Me?" Your response came out in a nervous whisper, but his easy laughter washed away your self-consciousness.
âI donât see anybody else, so yeah. You.â He laughs and With a pat on the space beside him, he beckons you to his side, nestled beneath the weeping maya tree, both of you now bathing in the golden embrace of sunlight.
As you settle beside him, a rush of nerves tingle down your spine. "This spot is my favourite here," he mused, his voice tinged with a quiet awe.
You observed him, drinking in every detail of his rugged charm, from the strength etched into his features to the warmth of his gaze. His eyes closed, basking in the sun's embrace, and you found yourself once again lost in admiration for him. âI need to tell you something.â
The words escaped your lips like a runaway speeder, before your brain could even hit the brakes, and Wrecker, with his signature grin, raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"More fruit smuggling, huh?" he quipped, his tone dripping with playfulness, but as your nerves practically formed a dance line on your face, his expression softened into concern. "You look like you just saw a ghost bantha. Everythinâ okay?"
With a gentle touch, his rugged hand found its place on your shoulder, a stark contrast to its usual strength, now exuding a surprising softness.
Your breath caught at his touch, his presence engulfing you in a whirlwind of emotions. Swallowing hard, you met his gaze, the words tumbling out in a rushed gasp, "I-I'm fine. Just fine."
But Wrecker wasn't easily swayed. His eyes held a silent inquiry, piercing through your facade. "What's on your mind then? Has someone hurt you?" He asks quickly, eyes wide as he looks around for a possible suspect.
âWhat? No, no nothing like that Wrecker.â You say with a soft laugh, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach with how protective he was. âItâs.. itâs complicated.â
Relief washes over him and offers a smile, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes. "If it's about fixing up the Marauder, I'm afraid you're looking at the wrong guy."
You chuckled softly, but a nervous energy bubbles beneath the surface. "Somehow, that seems less complicated."
His gaze lingered on you, his eyes so tender and captivating that you felt yourself getting lost in their depths. The urge to lean in and plant a kiss right then and there surged within you, tempting you to dive headfirst into your fantasies that had kept you up at night. But you resisted, swallowing back your nerves and summoning all the courage you could muster.
With a deep breath, you square your shoulders and lift your chin, meeting his gaze head-on. Here goes nothing. Or everythingâŠ
âSo, I donât really know how to say this and I am sorry if you feel any different towards me or if this ruins our friendship but I justâŠâ Your words stumbled out in a jumbled mess, a chaotic spiral of thoughts and feelings colliding in your mind like asteroids in a meteor shower. Why were you mentioning Batcher? The ocean? What you ate last week with Phee and Omega? It was like your brain had taken a detour.
Wrecker's brow furrowed in bewilderment, his gaze searching yours for an answer amidst the storm of your flustered rambling. Your hands grew clammy, your knees threatening to buckle beneath you even as you remained seated. You rambled on, words tumbling out like a malfunctioning hyperdrive until, finally, you blurted it out.
"And I love you!"
"Huh?"
"I said achoo."
Your heart sank as Wrecker's expression morphed into one of confusion, tinged with an emotion you also couldn't quite decipherâŠ
"You love me?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper for a man so loud, the words hanging heavy in the air between you.
"Did... did I say that?" You choked out, your voice barely audible over the thudding of your own heartbeat. Avoiding his gaze, you felt a lump form in your throat, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
He nodded slowly, his mouth agape, as if struggling to process the revelation. "It's not somethin' I ever thought you'd say to me."
"Yes, well," you began, clearing your throat in an attempt to mask your nervousness and pent up emotions, already mentally planning your escape to the safety of the Marauder or perhaps even a boat to sail far, far away, "I thought you ought to know."
As you rose, Wrecker's gaze followed you, but before you could make your getaway, he was quick to intervene, standing and catching your arm with a gentle touch that rooted you in place. "Wait, don't just run away," he urged, turning you to face him with a tenderness that belied his usual gruff demeanor. "Do you mean it?"
Your heart pounded in your chest, words caught in your throat like a tangled net. "I did... I do. I do really mean it," you mumbled, unable to meet his gaze as he released your arm.
He smiles, soft and delicate unlike his rugged and scarred features. Aside from those eyes⊠eyes youâve grown to adore due to the warmth that emanated from them. Trying not to get entranced again and make an even bigger diâkut of yourself, you took a step back but noticed him start to shift.
Watching him, even holding your breath as he took one, his next words hung in the air. "I like you."
Ouch.
Was this the dreaded âfriend zoneâ? Would the ground open up and swallow you whole? You could only hope.
"Or, love you," he added quickly, seeing how your demeanor changed as your eyes began to gloss over. "Yeah, I really love you."
Stunned, you struggled to find your voice, bewildered with the weight of his confession. "Are you just saying that to be nice?"
In response, he closed the distance between you in two purposeful strides, his hand lifting to delicately trace the curve of your cheek before cradling it in his palm. A tremor of nerves passed through him, matching the fluttering in your own chest. Before you could utter his name, he silenced you with a tender press of his lips against yours.
Explosions ignited in your gut, your eyes widening in shock. Was this real, or just a figment of your wildest dreams? But, you were determined to seize the moment even if it wasnât real. You melted into the kiss, arms winding around the back of his neck as you kissed him back with fervour. His smile against your lips sent shivers down your spine as his embrace tightened, drawing you closer against his broad chest.
When you finally pulled back, your eyes met his with a mix of warmth and hope. "I've wanted to do that for a while," you admitted, breathlessly. The question of how long however can remain a secret.
His laughter rumbled against you as he held you close. "You should've told me sooner! I was going mad."
"I could say the same thing," you retorted with a smirk, catching him off guard.
"Okay, okay. I should've," he agreed sheepishly. "But I never knew you'd feel the same way back. I didn't want to ruin what we already had."
"Well, luckily for us," you leaned up to steal another quick kiss, savouring the sensation of his lips against yours, "we don't have to worry about that, do we?"
A grin spread across his face. "I don't think so." With a playful sweep, he lifted you off your feet, and suddenly, the weeping maya tree wasn't just his favourite spotâit was yours too.
As it turned out, your worries had been for nothing.
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helloooo i love your work and i canât stop thinking about paige x uconnwbbp and reader gets in an argument with a ref and is taken off the court (and obvs thereâs videos all over the internet about reader cussing out the ref) and paige pulling her away đ
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êŁà§ ïżœïżœ summary | basically the prompt đȘ©đ
wc ; 752
â warnings | tiiiiny bit of angst , cussing , mainly fluff / normal
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a/n : yayaya this prompt was so fun to write !! deff need to do more fiesty!reader x paige sometime đ„Ž but for now , enjoy !
Our team was in the midst of a nail-biting game against their biggest rival. The arena was electric, fans on the edge of their seats as the clock ticked down. I was fully immersed in the intensity of the match, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
As the final minutes approached, a questionable call by the referee sent our opponents to the free-throw line. My frustration boiled over, and before I knew it, I was arguing with the ref, my voice rising above the noise of the crowd.
âThat was a ridiculous call!â I shouted, my hands gesticulating wildly. âAre you blind?â
The refâs face hardened. âWatch your mouth, or youâre out of here.â
âMake a fair call for once!â I retorted, my anger getting the better of me.
Suddenly, I felt a firm hand on my arm. I turned to see Paige, her expression a mix of concern and determination. âHey, calm down,â she urged, trying to pull me away from the escalating situation.
But I wasnât ready to back down. âNo, this is unfair, Paige! Weâre getting robbed!â
The ref blew the whistle, signaling a technical foul. âYouâre out of the game. Leave the court now.â
The locker room was a sanctuary of silence compared to the chaos outside. I sat on the bench, head in my hands, the weight of my actions crashing down on me. The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Paige walking in, her face etched with concern.
âHey,â she said softly, sitting down next to me. âYou okay?â
I sighed, feeling a mix of shame and frustration. âI screwed up. I let my temper get the best of me.â
Paige wrapped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. âEveryone gets frustrated. Itâs a high-pressure game. But we have to keep our cool, especially with all those cameras around.â
I groaned, remembering the countless smartphones pointed in my direction during the argument. âThere are probably videos all over the internet of me cussing out the ref.â
Paige chuckled softly. âYeah, youâre trending. But itâs okay. Weâll handle it.â
By the next morning, the videos had indeed gone viral. Social media was buzzing with clips of my outburst, complete with hashtags and memes. I scrolled through the comments, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger.
âHey, stop torturing yourself,â Paige said, taking my phone away. âWhatâs done is done. Letâs focus on moving forward.â
I nodded, grateful for her steady presence. âYouâre right. I just hate that I lost my cool like that.â
Paige smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. âYouâre passionate. Itâs one of the things I love about you. But maybe channel that passion into something more productive next time.â
I laughed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. âIâll try. Thanks for pulling me away last night. I donât know what I wouldâve done without you.â
Paige leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. âIâve got your back, always. Weâre a team, on and off the court.â
The next game was our chance for redemption. I was determined to keep my composure, no matter what happened. Paige and I had spent the days leading up to the match focusing on mental preparation, reminding each other of our goals and the importance of staying calm.
As we stepped onto the court, the support from our teammates and fans was overwhelming. The game was tough, but I kept my cool, channeling my energy into every play. Paigeâs presence was a constant source of strength, her encouragement pushing me to give my best.
When the final buzzer sounded, we had won by a narrow margin. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I felt a surge of pride and relief. Paige ran over to me, her face glowing with joy.
âYou did it!â she exclaimed, wrapping me in a tight hug.
âWe did it,â I corrected, pulling her close. âThank you for believing in me.â
Paige smiled, her eyes shining. âAlways. Now, letâs go celebrate.â
The viral videos eventually faded from memory, replaced by clips of our triumphant victory. Paige and I continued to grow stronger, both as teammates and as partners. The incident with the ref had taught me a valuable lesson about keeping my emotions in check, but it had also shown me the depth of Paigeâs love and support.
Together, we faced every challenge head-on, knowing that no matter what happened on the court, we had each otherâs backs. And that was the greatest victory of all.
it feels good to write more for paige now! hope yall liked this one and tysm for reading !
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đ Beach Babe đ
Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: Thereâs no summary, this is just you and Marcus having a hot one night stand on the beach. Itâs all corn, no plot
Content Warning: oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, praise kink (duh, have we met?), dirty talk
AN: This is my entry for the beautiful @mermaidgirl30âs Ocean Challenge. She is usually my beta but I wanted to surprise her so this is not beta read or proof read really, but itâs not like the internet is forever or anything haha. Dividers by @saradika-graphics. Friendly reminder that Iâm no longer doing a tag list, please follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates for updates đ
âYou can do it, baby. Yeah. Fuck, just relax your throat.â His voice is a heady whisper. You squeeze the meat of his upper thigh like he showed you and he pulls you off of him. Salvia and pre cum falling onto your tits, the triangle cups of your wet swimsuit are tucked underneath them, holding them high for the stranger that just had his dick pressing against the back of your throat.
His thumb reaches down and swipes across your swollen bottom lip. âGood girl,â he praises. âLet me know when you're ready for more.â
You havenât even caught your breath yet and youâre already nodding your head, youâre not above begging if thatâs what he wants. âMore. Now. Please, I want more.â
His hands tangle back into your hair, he looks around the sand dunes and tall grasses that keep you somewhat protected to ensure you donât have any visitors before he thrusts roughly into your mouth. You hold back a gag, closing your eyes and trying to breathe through your nose.
âFuckfuckfuck,â he whines softly when you push your tongue past your bottom lip to swipe your tongue along his balls. He yanks you off him and you gasp out, sucking in the cool salty air of the ocean just behind you.
âFuck me,â you coo, pulling at the baby pink drawstrings that are holding up your bottoms. They fall to the soft sand with a wet smacking sound. His eyes fall to the apex of your thighs and he licks his lips hungrily.
âGet on all fours, now.â You smile at the rough commanding tone, spin your ass towards him and get on your hands and knees. He lets out a groan as you arch your back enticingly.
When Pike was assigned a new trainee in California he wasnât overly thrilled about it. He had finally settled in DC after what heâd been through the last time he was in this state. However, ego aside, he was the best in the country at this job, and the training would only take a few weeks. The guy he was training had an impressive resume, he was probably more educated on art than Pike himself. He didnât want to think about that now though, heâll meet him tomorrow. Right now he wants to focus on this insatiable ball of need that was pushing her pert little ass out at him. Heâs not sure what came over him when he saw you sitting in the sand, but he knew he would be fucking you before he left, and with the beach pretty much deserted as the sun started to set he made his move.
âIâm Elle,â you had said as you shook his hand, biting your bottom lip.
It wasnât long after he said his name was Marcus that the two of you were ducking between the dunes and grass and he had his swollen cock rammed down your throat.
He lowers himself to the sand, tracing a thick finger through your folds, spreading your wetness. He swirls your clit and you cry out in pleasure, âGotta be quiet for me, sweet girl.â
You nod and hum in agreement as he slips two fingers deep inside you. To stay quiet you focus on your breathing. Short, laboured breaths in and out, in and out. He twists his wrist to be palm down, watching the way your tiny pink entrance sucks at his fingers, the way your juices squeeze out, and then he curls his fingers forward and every nerve in your body tingles. Marcus has never had an issue finding that spot before.
You gasp, the salty air burning your lungs as you try to keep your noises to nothing but hushed whimpers. âGood girl. Stay quiet. Thatâs it.â
He picks up the pace, pushing and pushing on that spongy spot inside you before bringing his free hand around, his middle finger easily finding your swollen clit. Your arms buckle at the pleasure of it all, landing on your elbows, opening yourself up to him more. You bite the skin of your forearm as the pleasure starts to reach its peak.
âCome on, you can do it. I can feel how close you are. Squeezing my fingers so tight. Let go, baby, let go.â
Just as you start to come he pulls his fingers out and slams his rock hard cock inside of you. The welcome stretch has you coming harder than you ever have before, back arched like youâre in some sort of tantric yoga pose. His cock is so buried so deep that you can feel it pressing into your cervix. He doesnât stop the tight circles of your clit as you clench around him tightly, body twitching and legs shaking at the feel of him.
You thought you were just going to have a relaxing evening on the beach, a nice way to celebrate the promotion you recently received at work. Truthfully, what better way to celebrate than being fucked into oblivion by a handsome stranger.
As your orgasm begins to morph into overstimulation you release you teeth from your forearm, deep red and purple marks left behind. You voice comes out breathy and you almost donât recognize it as your own, âFuck me now. Just fuck me. Please.â
âNot gonna last long,â he says as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts hard back into you.
âI donât care, just fucking give it to me, Marcus.â His hands grip your hips tightly as he repeats the same motion. Pulling out torturously slow, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein of his heavy cock, before he slams back in.
âReady?â He hums, his hips pressed firmly to your ass.
âYesss,â you whisper.
He starts to really fuck you. Its fast and hard and with every thrust you can feel his dick swelling bigger. He bruises the walls of your slick pussy with the pace heâs setting, all while whispering praises about how good you are and how well you're taking him. âShould see how much this little pussy loves being stretched. Sheâs crying for me, baby.â
âCum all over my back. I wanna feel it.â You moan.
âFuckfuck - oh god, such a good girl for me.â He pulls out roughly, strings of your arousal and his pre cum keeping you connected temporarily before he grips his cock and pumps into his fist.
You look over your shoulder to watch him. He looks wrecked, his outgrown hair all messy, eyebrows fused together as he looks at your ass with glazed over eyes. With a shuddering breath he comes, coating your ass and back in warm white ropes of cum. He sits back on his heels and admires his painting. Smirking to himself he says, âLook like a work of art, baby.â
After a few calming breaths he grabs your swimsuit bottoms and wipes off his cum. âStay here,â he says, slipping his red swimsuit back on and after a careful look around he jogs over the sand dune. You stay there, almost fully naked with your ass in the air waiting for him.
Marcus rinses the cum off your bottoms in the ocean and then jogs back to you. He helps you up and watches you put your swimsuit back on. As you grab your cover up from your bag he says, âWell, that was fun. Unexpected, but fun.â
âI agree,â you say, feeling your cheeks warm.
âIâm - umm, well Iâm just visiting for a few weeks but if you wanted to see each other -â
You cut him off, âYou donât have to do that. Itâs really ok if this was just a one time thing.â
He nods.
You grab your stuff and after you two smile at each other sweetly you turn to start to walk back to your condo.
âElle,â he calls after you. You stop and turn to face him. âWhat if I donât want this to be a one time thing?â
You laugh and shake your head. You call back, âThen you better be at the beach tomorrow around eight.â
When you wake in the morning you can still feel the dull ache of Marcus all over your body. The back of your throat, in between your thighs, the bite mark on your arm and the small bruises on your hips. Heâs still everywhere and you relish in it.
You start your new job today, so after finding a long sleeve blouse to cover your teeth marks, and doing your best to look both professional and serious you head to your new office building.
You trace your fingers over the nameplate on your door. Theyâve used your full name and youâll have to ask them to update that to Elle, people always assume things when they see your full name.
You put your bag down and log into your computer just as you hear a soothing, deep and friendly voice travel down the hallway.
âGood morning. Iâm looking for Elliot Hall. Iâm supposed to be training him for the next few weeks.â Your spine stiffens. You know that voice.
No way. Thereâs no way.
The receptionist giggles, âElliot is a female. Her office is second door on the right. She just got in.â
His shoes click on the hardwood of the hallway, each step closer has your heart racing. Thereâs a quiet knock on your open door and when you look up you lock eyes with Marcus.
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â§EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT LOVEâ§
âđâ Pairings: neuvillette x fem! reader
âđâ Sypnosis: spending an day with your dear husband neuvillette.
âđ â content: fem! reader, slightly spicy and just fluffy all around.
*đ â A/N: lord I love this man so much and I really think that he would be the type of husband to call his wife, "wife." Idk maybe it's just me lol.
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You were cleaning the living room, you woke up an hour ago to make breakfast for Neuvillette and yourself.
You were humming to yourself before a sound of the door opening interrupted your musings.
"That scent.â
Neuvillette approaches, his tall frame large enough to fill your entire field of vision.
With a gentle touch, he cupped your cheek and leans in, playfully nuzzling the top of your hair. "Were you using my shampoo, wife?â
He couldnât deny it was nice. You smelled like him, his inner dragon was pleased. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer, his fingers delicately combing through your soft hair.
You used his shampoo when you took a shower last night, Neuvillette stayed in his office for a while longer, plus, you haven't properly had time with him the whole week and you missed him dearly so you decided to use his shampoo so that you could smell like him.
"But it smells really good.....and it makes my hair soft. I'll stop using it if you want me too?"
You said softly, leaning into his touch.
"No, no." He chuckled, his voice deep & velvety, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in close and gently tilted your chin toward him.
"I'm just pointing it out. I like how you smell like me, it makes me happy." he said, offering you a small smile
In that moment, you noticed how he seemed more loving and open, a stark contrast to the reserved persona he usually projected in court.
You smiled in reply.
"Hmm.. but I think I know something that smells even better." he smiled, seemingly Innocent. But you knew that look in his eyes.
He retracted his hand that was stroking your hair and reached up with both hands, holding your face, and brought his cheek to yours, leaning in as if he wanted to whisper something into your ear.
Before you could ask what he wanted to say, however, his lips were pressing against your ear, lightly nipping at it, followed by a few nibbles. They stayed there for a moment, before he pulled away with a slight chuckle.
"You taste just as good." he whispered.
"How is that relevant to smelling good?!" You whined, flustered.
You weren't expecting him to be like this at all, usually he's more.... subtle with his affection towards you, due to the lack of knowledge of human intimacy.
You suspect a certain man with a short black and grey hair to be the culprit.
Neuvillette chuckled, his hand cupping your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.
"You're so cute." he whispered, leaning in again, this time his warm lips landing directly on yours.
The kiss wasn't deep or passionate, though it was filled with affection. An apology for being away for so long.
He pulled away after a moment, his eyes full of adoration. He reached up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear in a gesture of fondness.
"I think I want to taste you again, it has been a while, no? "
"I'm sorry for being so busy lately, mon chérie." he said sadly, yet his gaze falling to your neck as a low murmur escaped him.
In that instance, he seemed a bit more than the Chief Justice of Fontaine, as if the position had only served to restrain his true, more amorous persona.
He was now your husband, lover and your complete half.
"Let me make it up to you, wife." he whispered, his voice low, but his tone laced with a slight playful edge.
He lightly tilted his head downward, brushing your hair back to reveal your neck which became the focus of his kisses. His breaths were warm against your skin, his mouth pressed directly against it as he kissed and nibbled at the side of your neck.
"You taste better than I remembered." he whispered, his lips trailing lower before he placed another light kiss on the skin just below your collarbone.
Your mind was starting to fade into a state of pleasure but then a thought resurfaced.
"But my love, I have errands to do today."
You said with a sigh, you totally forgot about your plans today.
You ran a well-known boutique in Fontaine, and on some days, you'd stop by and see how your business was going, listening to your staff's reports or complaints about some customers or certain products sales.
"Is that so?" Neuvillette tilted his head back up to meet your gaze, now accompanied by a twinkle in his eyes.
"I'm not going to be denied my duty this time." He said, his tone was serious, he really meant it when he said that he was going to make it up to you.
You shuddered slightly at the memories of the last time you denied his "duty". You swear you could still feel it.
"Is something wrong, love?" Neuvillette softly grinned, his eyes shifting from your lips to your cheeks.
He knew that look. The slight tremble in your voice, the way your cheeks seemed to flush slightly under his attentions, the way you bit your lower lip as if to distract yourself in an attempt to control the arousal he knew you felt.
"Oh, mon chérie ..." he leaned in, his lips grazing your jaw and cheek as he spoke. "I can see you're enjoying this."
"My love....I really need to do my errands today, today is a very important day." You said softly, stroking his white locks gently.
You felt guilty for denying him.
"Very important, are they?" Neuvillette chuckled, his eyes wandering down to your neck.
He brought his lips to your skin again, kissing you once more, before leaning in close and whispering in your ear.
"Well...if you say that...." he said, his tone teasing as he brushed his fingertips down your cheek.
"Perhaps.. I should join you on these errands.." he continued, his lips again returning to your neck. "Surely you wouldn't mind the company..?"
"You're not going to work today?" You asked, eyes widened slightly. He rarely takes the day off, so this was a surprise to you.
Neuvillette nipped at your skin once more, his eyes darting back up to meet yours.
"I think I can afford to take a day away from my duties. Besides, I wouldn't want to leave you alone for too long."
His fingers lightly brushed your thigh, his free hand still running through your hair, the affection in his eyes apparent.
"It's not every day I get to spend time with my beloved wife." He said, eyes filled with so much adoration. You felt your heart beat faster.
After a moment, Neuvillette took a few steps back, his hands still running through your hair the whole time.
He smiled sweetly at your flustered expression, his tone teasing.
"And what, exactly are these errands, my love? You know I enjoy helping you with these things." he chuckled, he opted to caress your head instead, like you were a cat.
"Stocking up on our groceries, checking in on my store....hmm, what else...." You trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as you try to remember what else that you had planned on doing.
Neuvillette was smiling the whole time as he watched you think. His gaze softens, he truly misses you, he couldn't stop thinking about your well-being every time he pulls an all nighter at work. He felt like he had failed as your partner then.
And he'll try his hardest to make it up to you.
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"Let us freshen up then we can go out." You said, giving Neuvillette a peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom.
"I'll join you. I want to make sure you're dressed in something that properly highlights your beauty." he said, following you.
You already stripped and were heading in the shower before Neuvillette stopped you by gently wrapping his arms around your waist
"But, I'd like to get a proper look at that figure now that you're so close.." He thought.
He leaned down, brushing his lips along your bare shoulder as he smiled up at you. "You're so beautiful...would you be a dear and turn around for me."
You giggled as you turned. "You are an insatiable man, my love, how unbecoming of you, husband~" You teased.
Neuvillette chuckled, his lips coming to kiss your neck again. He let his lips linger against your skin, his fingers slowly trailing along your waist.
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing, my love? Can't a man appreciate his beloved's beauty?" he teased back.
"You're too irresistible, mon chéire."
As if to prove his point, he leaned down once more, placing an intimate nip just under the curve of your neck.
Neuvillette began nibbling at that same spot, his breath becoming warm as he blew gently against it, before his mouth trailed down to your ear once more.
âHow does that feel, my love? Can I do that to other parts of your body..?â he whispered.
His free hand continued to gently explore your body, leaving your skin covered in light kisses and nibbles. âI can't wait to find out how other parts of you taste." he said, growling slightly.
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After both of you had freshened up a bit and gotten ready to go out, Neuvillette slipped on his suit, his white hair still slightly damp.
He straightened the collar of his jacket, seeming a bit more refined than he had when he first stepped out of bed. His face, though still a bit flushed from their morning fun, returned to his usual stern expression, the faintest smile playing across his lips.
âReady, my love?â he asked as he took your hand, his eyes shifting to meet your own.
"Almost, would you be a dear and help me with this necklace?" You gestured to the necklace he bought for you during your anniversary.
"Of course, my love." Neuvillette took the necklace in one of his hands, his fingers finding the clasp that held it together.
He gave a little tug, which made the necklace unclasp and fall open in his other hand. He smiled sweetly at you as he brought the necklace to your neck, resting it along your bare skin.
"There we go..." he said softly, his fingertips resting lightly on your shoulders, he kissed the nape of neck.
"You look beautiful, my dear."
"Thank you, dear." You said, giving Neuvillette a kiss on the cheek.
Neuvillette returned your cheek kiss, his lips lingering for a moment on your skin. His free hand gently brushed through your hair, the gesture affectionate and tender.
"Let's be off to your errands, shall we?" he asked, as he opened the door for you to walk through. You nodded and the both of you exited the house.
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Neuvillette held your hand the whole time, his head tilted down toward yours. Even though you did have things to do, he was in no hurry to finish them.
His steps were slow and relaxed, and at one point he brought you in close and pulled you against him, letting his arm run along your waist as he did so.
"You're so precious, my love." he whispered, nuzzling against your neck.
"Husband....we're in public, what if a reporter sees us?" You whispered, panicking slightly.
Neuvillette chuckled softly when you mentioned that you were in public.
"I know, my love..." he said with a sly chuckle. "But I have a sudden urge to kiss my wife.." He leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a delicate kiss before he pulled away and glanced at you with a teasing smile.
"Besides, it's just a little show of affection between husband and wife.. right?" he asked teasingly.
You hid your face on his shoulder in embarrassment.
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You made it to the store where you needed to restock on some groceries, and Neuvillette let go of your hand to help you shop. He took hold of the basket and was the one to grab the items you needed.
Once you were done, he took you by the hand once more, his other hand lightly squeezing your hip. You both managed to complete your errands, and as promised, Neuvillette made sure to show you some affection.
"Shall we be off to the other errand?" he asked playfully, gently kissing you on the cheek.
The both you headed towards the direction of your boutique, you hummed a tune you picked up from a nearby café.
You stopped by your boutique, giving it a quick check to make sure it was all in order. There wasn't much work you needed to do in there, as you had hired staff to make sure everything was running smoothly.
Neuvillette held onto your hand the whole time, gently gripping you as he nuzzled his face against your neck. "I love you." he softly whispered.
You whispered a soft "I love you too" back.
You both then headed back to the direction of your apartment, and as you walked, Neuvillette's hand shifted so it was draped across your shoulder.
The evening was pleasant, and it felt even better with Neuvillette by your side.
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đŠMy Astrological ThoughtsđŠ
đPeople with Leo placements many times pretend that things haven't hurt them, because on the outside they always want to be strong. They don't want people to see them as weak or powerless. They always fight even when it doesn't seem like it. I also noticed that many times they don't admit how they feel or what emotions they have so that their pride is not hurt. I think Leos like you ,when they admit things and don't care if their pride will be hurt.
đ„I actually think that taurus moon is hard to figure it out. Because they are very stubborn and sometimes stubbornly do not show emotions. But I also think that they can also be possessive, jealous and when they really feel something for someone they will fight for the person. But it is also often difficult for them to take the first step. Many times they wait for the other person to do it.
đWater signs fall deeply in love. You will never see them loving someone half-heartedly. It's always all or nothing with them. That's why they feel the connections with people and the endings of relationships so deeply.
đ7th house planets and any aspect to seventh house spotlight the kinds of people whom we are destined to meet. For ex.: cancer or leo in 7th house means that in your life you will meet many people who will have these characteristics or placements. Venus in 7th house you can meet a lot of people who are rich or involved in fashion.
đIf u want to learn about the moon : watch what people do on the weekend. The moon represents comfort and security, where you feel the best. That's why you'll feel people the most at that time.
đ§đœââïžMercury in capricorn have a very smooth, calm voice. Whenever I talk to them or just listen to them talk, it's always so relaxing. And many times they know how to delve into serious topics.
đSagittarius venus wonât vibe with you if u two have too different views. When they notice that you don't appreciate the same thing, it's hard for them to stay with you. Sagittarius really like coffee and if you tell them you don't drink coffee it will be a minus for them( for example). They have many things that they value and people don't notice.
đŠCancer moon can be moody ,but virgos can be much more. Virgos are very quickly distracted by their surroundings and things around them. Many times people have a great influence on them. They want to have things under control too much.
đïžA lot of times, Geminis want someone just out of curiosity and not because they really want them. But when they get it, they move on and don't pay so much attention to emotions. They focus more on thoughts (it is very important for them to have good communication with someone). And they need a person who constantly gets them off track or challenges them to stay.
â€ïžâđ„Libra & Libra together can be great or it can be a challenge. Libras are inherently indecisive. And sometimes they go into something they weren't completely sure about at the beginning. But both people are aware of romance and love. Both can have the same view of love or feel things the same way.
đ«§5th house synastry makes a fun atmosphere a lot of times. You feel like you can do a lot of things with this person. Sometimes it makes you feel like you're sharing the fun and playfulness with this person. Many times the energy of a child can be felt. With this person, you can feel young again. And at the same time, this person could remind you of your childhood. The energy of this house gives me the feeling of being in a teenage movie. This movie (Laggies) reminds me of that.
đ§đŒââïžI always thought that the most important houses for a relationship are 4th 7th 8th & 10th house because they create a kind of stability. In the end, I realized that what makes a relationship special, alive and exciting is in reality 5th and 9th house. Both houses have a magical energy in them and both represent fun, liveliness. Don't get me wrong, just having a fun houses isn't always a reason for a relationship to last. However, if they are accompanied by other houses, then it creates a really nice atmosphere. Because with this we keep the relationship alive and at the same time having . 1st house is also important because it is how the person looks and sees you.
đŠ8th house synastry reminds me of a movie Stuck in Love because shows a love that is intense but at the same time we feel stuck in it. We can't forget a person and we keep coming back to them because something draws us to them (sometimes we don't even understand what). At the same time, it shows the fear we face in order not to be hurt by a person. I think that many times here we can feel that the person is hiding something from us or we have problems with trusting them.
đAnd what are ur thoughts?đ
-Rebekahđâïžđ
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Augustarion Day 14 â Protective
Day 1 -đ, Day 2 - đ, Day 4 - Mythologies, Day 6 - Cream, Day 7 - Underwear, Day 15 - Shirt that goes hard
Pairing: female reader (You) x Astarion
Tags: angst and eventual fluff, PTSD as a result of past sexual assaults, panic attack, post-confession relationship, some canon-compliant violence
Word count: 2.7k
Excerpt: âWhy?â he said in a gravelly voice.
You could barely focus on his face, but you lifted your hand and touched his cheek. It felt wet.
âIâm sorry, â you managed a pained smile.
âSorry? What are you even sorry for! Do you understand what you have done, you foolish creature! Why? Why would you come for me at all?â
âItâs like you said. I'm a complete fool. Fool for you, my love.â
A/N: In spite of me attempting to treat the subject matter with utmost gentleness, this one-shot includes themes that some readers may be uncomfortable with.
Astarion wandered blindly, not caring where he was or where he was going. There was no chance you would forgive him now. Not after he acted so abhorrently.
He stopped when he realized that he long passed the outskirts of the city, crashed through the bushes where houses were beginning to get swallowed up by the forest line and was wondering through the woods aimlessly. He didn't know why he still kept going, but it made sense in a strange way. He felt lost and he was lost.
Very fitting.
Soon after, the elf fell to the ground, pushing himself up to lean back against a tree, and allowed his mind to drift.
He didnât know what possessed him yesterday. He said such disgusting, cruel things to you. It was unforgivable, especially considering that you did absolutely nothing wrong.
There was a human girl at the tavern. She was quite beautiful, stunning really. Long red hair and soft hazel eyes. And it was second nature, instinctive really. To slip into the role of the rake, to try to charm yet another faceless victim. She sat there, at a dimly lit table at the back, daintily eating while other patrons around her tore into their food and gulped down drinks like complete heathens.
He took one look at her and had a thought flit through his mind.
Easy.
So, when she gave him yet another furtive look under long lashes, he sauntered over to her and struck up a conversation. Astarion was not even sure what exactly he said, couldnât remember for the life of him. But some sick sense of obligation encouraged him to pursue her. And pursue her he had.
She laughed and flirted a little clumsily, inexperienced and giddy to have his attention. He replied with some tired lines that she seemed to enjoy well enough. Leaning closer to whisper something into her ear, he moved a long, wavy strand of hair out of the way to breathe in the scent of her skin, nose touching her neck, hearing her heart speed up at his proximity.
That's when he noticed something different about her scent. It was wrong, all of this was very wrong. He felt sick to his core and shook himself, as if trying to wake from a nightmare.
And then he looked up, the blurry images in front of his eyes slowly coming into focus and saw you. Just standing there with a frown on your face, looking at the scene unfolding in front of you with confusion. Your mouth moved and you said something, but he didnât hear any sound come out. Pushing past you, Astarion fled the tavern and hid himself in the back alley, on the edge of dry heaving as he felt wave after wave of disgust and self-loathing. He heard a gentle voice as cautious steps approached him and slapped your hand away when he saw it from the corner of his eye.
âDonât touch me! Donât you dare!â
And then more words came. Cruel, biting and hurtful, each one a dagger that cut deeply. He wanted you to say them back, to have evidence for his suspicions that you never saw him as more than a body, more than a handsome face.
But when he looked up, there was hurt, but there was also caring in your eyes. And he couldnât bear it. It was too much.
Astarion pushed away from the wall and ran, streaking through the city as fast as he could, casting Misty Step to put more distance between you and him.
He was confused, disgusted and ashamed. Not being able to explain exactly what happened for the life of him. That was hours ago. He ran until he could run no more.
Astarion rolled onto his side, getting dirt and pine needles on his clothes. He just wanted to rest and be done with the whole mess. His eyelids felt heavy, and although small stones cut into him where his skin was exposed, he could not move. Astarion knew that instead of trancing he would probably fall asleep, a rarity among elves unless they were at their limit.
He realised that falling asleep here was near suicidal, he was vulnerable while he slept. The numerous enemies that your group managed to make could attack him easily, he would not wake in time and have no defence against them.
He would rest, and in his weakened state, he would be easy prey. Astarion knew full well that they were being constantly watched. Although he didnât fancy himself the most formidable warrior of the group, the easiest way to defeat them would be picking them off one by one. If it was him, he would use this opportunity and strike.
But he didn't care anymore. It just didn't seem worth it. He was already broken beyond repair, existing on borrowed time. If he slept here, instead of pushing on to return to the city, at least he wouldn't have to see the hurt in your eyes again.
Of course, you would be upset for a while after he disappeared, but that would pass. Someone else would comfort you. Someone worthy. Someone who could reciprocate your love and would be able to give you everything that you deserved. He was sure of it.
And thus resigned to his fate, Astarion closed his eyes and let himself rest.
You walked through the woods, looking for your runaway vampire. You were not sure how exactly you were meant to find him, but you were determined. You had plenty of supplies and all your weapons, so you just decided to keep walking until you located him. Halsin said that there were signs that Astarion went in this direction, a piece of fabric snagged on a tree here, a footprint by the wet ground of a shallow creek there. Other signs, like the telltale scent of bergamot and brandy, could only be picked up by the druid, who would change direction slightly from time to time, as Astarion apparently zigzagged through the woods. In spite of weeks of walking, you were starting to feel a little winded, Gale and Shadowheart were hot on your heels, the cleric fairing better than the wizard.
The others stayed at Elfsong in case Astarion returned there. Laeâzel was not exactly thrilled at the whole ordeal, feeling that if Astarion decided to do something as incredibly stupid as run off when they were on the cusp of a great battle, then the only thing he could do was die an honourless death somewhere far where the elements would claim his flesh and bones. Wyll assured you that Laeâzel didnât mean it, but you both knew that she was sure that you were simply too soft to let nature take its course.
Your scowled and tried to push yourself to walk faster, though it was almost impossible to keep up with Halsin. Your mind kept replaying what had happened at the tavern, although you didnât quite understand what was it that you witnessed. You saw Astarion flirting with a pretty, busty redhead, which you were not exactly thrilled about, but old habits die hard. Or in his case, 200 years of being put through torture unless he did anything and everything that he was told to do. Including flirting with sweet things in taverns.
 In hindsight, you felt that you could have handled it better. Instead of giving Astarion space, you followed him into the alley. Maybe if you just let him process it in his own time, he wouldnât have run away at all, and you wouldnât have this wild goose chase in the middle of the night.
âI sense Astarion nearby,â Halsin said softly, making your heart squeeze with worry and hope.
You heard voices and immediately signalled the others. Shadowheart nodded and tapped Gale on the shoulder, making him switch course. And then as you got closer the malicious, taunting voices got louder, but luckily, they seemed to be moving in a different direction, towards the city.
Following Halsin, you reached an opening in the trees and saw Astarion on the ground. You ran to him, wondering if he had been injured. He appeared to be fine, just exhausted beyond belief. You held his face in one hand and lifted his head gently off the ground with the other, placing it on your lap.
âWhat should we do?â Gale said in a low voice.
âI think we should make camp here till morning. It would be more dangerous to try to get back to others now,â you replied. âWith some luck, we will be able to rest a little and set off at first light.â
Gale nodded and started to prepare a small camp. The night was turning cold and despite not wanting to attract attention to yourselves, you had no choice but to start a fire. As you were putting the last of the rocks for the fire-pit in place, you heard a growl revibrate through the bushes behind you. Stalking slowly, gnolls and other Absolutists emerged out of the darkness.
You stepped in front of the tent that currently housed Astarion, putting yourself between the attackers and the tent, making them turn their attention to you.
"I'm sorry, but this is a private campsite. You'll have to find accommodations elsewhere," you ground out, eyes hard.
You saw others getting ready for battle in your peripheral but did not break eye contact with the cultists.
The gnolls growled, baring their fangs, and hunched down preparing to pounce.
Swiftly, you brought your arm up, an arrow already notched. Electricity infused the tip of the arrow, the sparkling, crackling glow illuminating your scowling face.
"You caught me on the wrong day, you bastards."
A grating, insistent sound in the back of his mind began to rouse his consciousness. One by one, Astarionâs senses began to come back on-line. He kept his eyes shut, but the noise got louder, followed by an inhuman, vicious roar. It was a familiar sound, one he had heard before, he just couldn't place it.
A voice called out, "Go ahead and try me, you bitch, I'm tougher than I look!"
That voice, it awoke something in him. The events of last night came flooding back in a rush of humiliation.
But why is she here? I left. I left her. I should be dead.
His eyes snapped open, and Astarion sat up quickly, realising that he was in a tent. He rubbed his head, and tried to figure out what was going on. He realized what the sound was. It was the roar of a bear.
"Halsin, look out! Shadowheart, he needs healing!"
That roar sounded again, but was cut off abruptly as it turned into a pained whine. Astarion realized he was sheltered from whatever was going on outside, and it sounded like a full-on battle. Pine needles and leaves covered the ground, but someone placed him on a bedroll. Crouching, he pulled the tent flap aside, squinting as the last rays of the evening sun hit his eyes, making him realise that he must have slept for at least half a day.
At the edge of the clearing stood an enormous ogre, much larger than the one they fought against at Moonrise Towers. The creature focused its eyes on its sole opponent â you. Shadowheart was desperately trying to heal Halsin with what appeared to be the last of her magic, Gale blasting an attacker with Eldrich Blast before falling on his knees in exhaustion.
The ogre roared and charged forward, the earth pounding with each footstep as she picked up speed.
"I warned you, you unwashed goblin's backside! This ends now!"
Astarion turned and saw you, looking dishevelled and bloody, armour cracked. But you were not some pathetic girl to be pitied. You stood proud in the evening light, sunset framing your defiant stance. You stood there unafraid, protecting your friends. Protecting him.
Astarion took an involuntary step towards you as you stepped out of the ogreâs way, the weapon smashing against the ground with such force that you would have been dead if you didnât move in time. Enormous body still folded in half gave you the opening for you to make your move. You thrust your sword into the ogreâs neck and twisted. An inhuman howl tore through the air, but you didnât let up, pushing on it with all you had until the weapon was all but buried in flesh. The ogre fell to her knees and then slumped to the side and its last breath came out with a choke.
Your breathing was laboured as you tried to pull the sword out but had no luck.
"Shit," you realized that there was no getting it out, "will have to come back for that later."
Then you turned and your eyes met.
âStarâŠâ you took a step forward and faltered.
Astarion rushed towards you and caught you just before you hit the ground, cradling you to his chest with shaking hands.
âWhy?â he said in a gravelly voice.
You could barely focus on his face, but you lifted your hand and touched his cheek. It felt wet.
âIâm sorry, â you managed a pained smile.
âSorry? What are you even sorry for! Do you understand what you have done, you foolish creature! Why? Why would you come for me at all?â
âItâs like you said. I'm a complete fool. Fool for you, my love.â
Your head lolled to one side and your hand fell away from his cheek as you gave in to your exhaustion. Astarion was very still, your words rendering him immobile. It felt as if someone sucker punched him. He just stared at your grimy, blood-splattered face in disbelief and shock. Then he blinked and forced himself to focus on the issue at hand. He had to get you to safety and fast.
Looking up, Astarion surveyed the clearing. It was littered with bodies of the fallen, fortunately there were no familiar faces among the dead. Shadowheart, Halsin and Gale seemed to be at their limit, but they were alive and in much better shape than they should have been, considering the sheer number of enemies the group was up against.
Astarion gripped your body tighter and stood, carrying you with utmost care, exchanging words with others in a soft voices. You all needed to get away from the clearing. It was unlikely that more cultists would turn up now and yet⊠It was better not to push your luck.
Gently laying you down on the bedroll, Astarion began to pack up camp.
He still could not believe that you came for him. And not just you, the rest too. He felt himself tear up again and wiped at his eyes with a jerk, hands moving and putting things away quickly. The others seemed in a terrible shape, but alive and, after some potions, well enough to make it back to the city.
At first, he was ashamed to look at them, but then felt Halsinâs hand on his shoulder and saw something warm and gentle in the druidâs eyes, and felt some tension leave his body.
They could never understand what he went through. What he was still going through. But they could accept him, faults and all. And youâŠ
Such a fearless, unstoppable warrior earlier, standing proud over the bodies of defeated enemies. So vulnerable and defenceless in his arms now.
You were a fool for trying so hard. For fighting for him. For loving him. For forgiving him. For apologising to him when you had done nothing but try.
But you were his fool.
Astarion felt his mind drift and focused on your breathing, your warm weight in his arms, the way your hair tickled his skin. There would be good days and there would be dark, terrible moments when he wished he could claw himself out of his own body. But he was not alone. He had you to anchor him. To protect him and need his protection in turn. You were good for each other. Partners. Equals.
He prayed to all the gods in his 200 years of slavery, and they never answered his pleas. But perhaps they did send him you. And so, he resolved not to give up. Not when you wedged yourself so firmly in his undead heart and showed him how messy, difficult, painful, and truly wonderful life could be.
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Mars Enters Leo âš
Mars entered Leo on November 3, 2024 setting the stage for a dramatic journey thatâs going to feel like weâre all living out our own Overboard moment â one of my favorite movies. Have you seen it? Just like Joanna, Goldie Hawnâs unforgettable character, weâre about to get stripped of our comfort zones, thrown into an emotional vortex, đ and challenged to find who we really are beneath the glitter and bravado.Â
In Leo, Mars wants us to be bold, strong, and fearless, our inner Joanna on that yacht, perfectly in control. But come January, when Mars retrogrades back into Cancer, weâre plunged into unfamiliar waters, đ forced to confront the vulnerable parts of ourselves weâve tried to hide. We may feel lost or exhausted, like Joanna when she faces amnesia and finds her self scrubbing floors while wondering who she even is anymore.Â
But if the character Joanna taught us anything, itâs that sometimes losing the life we think we need is the only way to find the life we truly want. By February, when Mars turns direct, weâll emerge with a new understanding of ourselves. Not just the shiny, confident parts, but the raw, resilient spirit thatâs always been there. So hold on tight, because this journey isnât about staying in control; itâs about uncovering the depths of who we are when we LET GO! đ„čđ„čđ„č
Letâs explore how this Mars-in-Leo-and-Cancer transit might affect you based on the house Mars is and will be transiting.
1st House (Self, Identity, Physical Body)
Mars in Leo brings a surge in confidence, pushing you to change your look or assert your goals boldly. You may start a fitness routine or reinvent your style. Retrograde in Cancer, however, could bring self-doubt or fatigue, prompting you to reflect on your identity and values. By April, youâll emerge with a refined self-image, grounded in authenticity, feeling stronger and more self-assured in how you present yourself to the world.
2nd House (Finances, Values, Self-Worth)
Mars in Leo energizes your drive for financial growth, encouraging you to make bold investments or explore new income sources. This might lead to a purchase or decision that symbolizes your values. During retrograde in Cancer, financial setbacks or expenses may surface, prompting a reevaluation of your spending habits. By April, youâll feel more financially stable, with a clear understanding of your priorities and an improved approach to self-worth.
3rd House (Communication, Learning, Siblings)
Mars in Leo will boost your communication style, making you more expressive and confident. You might start a blog, initiate a new learning project, or take on sibling matters actively. Retrograde in Cancer, however, could lead to misunderstandings or introspection on how you connect with others. By April, youâll find your voice stronger and clearer, enhancing your relationships with siblings, friends, and your approach to learning or local matters.
4th House (Home, Family, Roots)
Mars in Leo energizes your home life, sparking a desire to make changes in your living space or tackle family issues. You may consider moving, redecorating, or taking a more active role within family dynamics. Retrograde in Cancer might bring old family issues to light, prompting deep reflection on past connections. By April, youâll establish a more harmonious and secure home, ready to embrace your roots and nurture your personal sanctuary.
5th House (Creativity, Romance, Pleasure)
Mars in Leo lights up your creative and romantic life, encouraging bold moves in love or passion projects. You might take a risk on a new romance or dive into an artistic venture. Retrograde in Cancer, however, could bring up past relationship issues or make you question what brings genuine joy. By April, youâll have clarity on what truly fulfills you, ready to focus on relationships and creative pursuits that offer lasting satisfaction.
6th House (Health, Work, Daily Routines)
Mars in Leo motivates you to take charge of your health and work routines, perhaps starting a fitness plan or tackling professional goals with vigor. Retrograde in Cancer might bring fatigue or health concerns, prompting a reassessment of your self-care habits. By April, youâll have established a balanced routine that supports both your productivity and well-being, allowing you to achieve goals sustainably without burnout.
7th House (Relationships, Partnerships)
Mars in Leo intensifies your partnerships, inspiring bold actions in relationships and a desire to set clear boundaries. You may feel drawn to confront unresolved issues or clarify expectations. Retrograde in Cancer might bring back past relationship dynamics or make you reflect on emotional needs in partnerships. By April, youâll have gained insights into what you need from relationships, ready to invest in bonds that support both passion and stability.
8th House (Intimacy, Transformation, Shared Resources)
Mars in Leo drives deep transformations in intimacy and shared resources, prompting you to set boundaries in financial partnerships or open up emotionally. Retrograde in Cancer may bring up trust issues, delays in shared finances, or fears related to vulnerability. By April, youâll have achieved a stronger understanding of how to navigate intimacy and shared resources, feeling more empowered and secure in both financial and emotional matters.
9th House (Adventure, Higher Learning, Beliefs)
Mars in Leo pushes you toward adventure, encouraging travel, higher learning, or a philosophical shift. You may feel a strong urge to expand your horizons through new experiences or studies. Retrograde in Cancer, however, could delay plans or bring doubts about your direction, making you question your beliefs. By April, youâll have a clearer vision for your future, ready to embrace new goals and experiences that truly resonate with your values.
10th House (Career, Reputation, Goals)
Mars in Leo energizes your career, motivating you to pursue new responsibilities or leadership roles. You may find yourself tackling big projects or gaining recognition. Retrograde in Cancer could bring professional setbacks or make you question long-term goals, encouraging a reassessment of your career path. By April, youâll have refined your vision for success, ready to pursue goals that align with your purpose and bring true fulfillment.
11th House (Friendships, Community, Future Goals)
Mars in Leo boosts your social life, inspiring you to take an active role in community projects or future goals. You may feel driven to expand your network or initiate group ventures. Retrograde in Cancer might bring back old friends or prompt a re-evaluation of your social connections. By April, youâll have clarity on who supports your growth, ready to invest in friendships and group endeavors that resonate with your authentic self.
12th House (Spirituality, Subconscious, Hidden Matters)
Mars in Leo stirs your inner world, pushing you to confront hidden fears or embark on a spiritual journey. You may feel drawn to self-reflection, meditation, or therapeutic practices. Retrograde in Cancer could bring up unresolved emotions or past wounds, prompting a period of introspection. By April, youâll feel a renewed sense of inner peace, having released old baggage and gained a deeper understanding of your spiritual path.
Sending you all my love and blessings, Ash (@AstroA3h via Instagram & TikTok) đ Ready for your own personal reading? Visit astroash.net to book yours today! âš
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Why, hello there, lovelies~ You can call me Siren/Syren~!
Just focus on my song and let me take you over~...
I have the power to take someone over with my song~! I can also transform into a mermaid in the water~
Well? Don't you want to just fall victim to my melody~?
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Messages from your person đ« (PAC)
đWhat do they have in their mind? What words have they left unsaid? What is something they want to tell you the most, be it about love, gratitude, and friendship? !REMINDER! This is a general reading, take what resonates.
âšHow to select your pile?âš
1. Slow your breathing, taking deep inhales. Focus on feeling present in your environment.
2. Looking from left to right, use your intuition to pick the pile meant for you (what you connect most with.)
3. Doesn't resonate? No worries! Pick another, it's message may be just right for you.
!!For Entertainment Purposes Only!!
Pile 1 -> Pile 2
Pile 3 -> Pile 4
đčPile 1 ;
Cards: The Hermit (rev), The Sun, King of swords (rev), 9 of swords, 10 of wands, 8 of swords
"Dear Pile 1,
There are so many things in my head that I want to say, but I struggle to say them. I feel so burdened with responsibilities and tasks, I am not the lover I want to be, I am not the person that I so badly need to be. I'm in a dark place right now, and it feels like I'm doing the wrong things to get through it. What I need the most is to step up for myself, to find peace and confidence. There are nights where I am kept awake, and days where I am kept moving. I'm sorry, I feel like I disappointed you, and I disappointed myself. Truth is, what I need is help. Carrying my burdens alone, I don't think I can make it out of here."
đ~~~~
Alright, that was really depressing đ„Č. Pile 1, this person feels trapped right now. Daily responsibilities can be taking a toll on them right now, I also heard that they aren't meeting expectations? They have pretty bad self esteem, undermining themselves despite all the work they do. I'm getting that this person is pretty impressive in how much they can handle. But right now, they are at their limits, they can't take anymore. A lot of their feelings of being "trapped" are their own insecurities, they have a lot of things in their mind that they can't control. Honestly, it's like they know they need to focus on themselves more, but their daily schedule and habitual thoughts don't allow for that change to come smoothly. I'm getting that they just need help to go through these things, they don't want to be alone. They do have a lot of things to say, but it's like they're not in a space where they can voice their thoughts out. Maybe it's also their role that they are considering.
If you chose this pile with your FS in mind, this is most likely where they are right now in life, or could be the same energy when the two of you meet.
đčPile 2;
Cards: Page of Wands, The Devil, Strength, The Hanged Man, 10 of swords, 6 of Cups, 10 of Cups
"Dear Pile 2,
You really changed me, you let me see the light in my future way beyond what I could've ever imagined. I never thought I could have my own happily-ever-after, but I learned that it wasn't too impossible in the first place. I'm so grateful for the new experiences you brought me, and experiences we went through together. I was able to learn a lot from you, like being introduced to spiritual concepts, and having more faith in the divine. I'm making the steps to change my life for the better, with newfound strength. I appreciate you for these new insights."
đ~~~~
Pile 2, your person mentions you a lot in this reading. There is a lot of emphasis on their gratitude towards you, and whatever you've done, it really helped them open up to a new experience or thought patterns. Like, they have a lot of confidence in creating a future for themselves, and are enthusiastic to be walking down that path. Perhaps you gave them advice, or commented on how they can process their trauma and emotions, maybe even introduced them to Tarot, Astrology, Meditations, etc. They now adopt this in their lifestyle, and it's greatly serving them to the point where they give you a bunch of credit for it haha. Habits are standing out to me here, they could've been the type of person to really struggle with temptations & being lazy, but now they're psyched to start acting. I'm heavily feeling like you helped them break old patterns and gave them hope. You kinda changed the trajectory of their life. They think it's thanks to you, and want you to know it!
đčPile 3 ;
Cards: The hanged man, 6 of swords, the tower, the hermit, king of words, queen of wands, the star, 4 of swords, 4 of pentacles
"Dear Pile 3,
Life has been pretty good lately. I feel in control of things like my thoughts and emotions. They don't go haywire anymore, haha. I'm not leading the life I used to. I'm doing better each day with all this healing and stuff. I'm focusing a lot on resting, trying to build up my assets, and mature a whole lot more. Life has been steady, and I'm slowly rebuilding it. I'm lucky to have another chance at life, and I'll be sure not to waste it."
đ~~~~
Your pile is different from 1 & 2! This message is addressed to you in the form of a check-in letter. I'm getting the vibe that this is a relationship where you aren't closely in contact right now, or interactions could happen occasionally. This honestly feels like they are telling you not to worry about them, since their life is going pretty well right now. This person could've been in a bad place before, which justifies you having worries about their life, but low-key they're kinda thriving lmao! They seem to be in a steady and good place, probably a drastic comparison to their past or how you first met them. Their life is in the process of balancing right now (though it can be that they are financially struggling), but this is more of their headspace being balanced. They're pretty zen, which might come up as a legitimate shock lol. You most likely were included in their old life somehow, enough for them to want to update you on their life.
đčPile 4 ;
Cards: 6 of wands, 2 of Cups, queen of cups, 4 of cups, 5 of cups, 5 of wands, page of cups
"Dear Pile 4,
I've been at a loss, and I know it's in my best interest to put things behind me. I still grieve, grieving over many things. Among the many, is the past. Nonetheless, I move on -- I'm still learning and growing. I know I'm not lacking in support, I have you among other things. There are days where I'm not sure how to pinpoint my emotions, inside of me are inner conflicts at times. It's a battle I'm going through, but do believe that after trial and error, it's one that I'll win."
đ~~~~
Pile 4, this person cares so much about you. Honestly, it's tempting to say that this is romantic, but it honestly applies to platonic relationships given the context. They have a lot of care for you, so much so that they want to be emotionally open about these things. To them, you're their rock, their shoulder to cry on. You're the Queen of Cups while they're the Page. Honestly, you help this person process their emotions, because I'm seeing that they greatly benefit through having you around in tough times. From the 2 of Cups, this is definitely a union, energy is heavily pointing to this being a close connection. This person may be overcoming a loss, hence the help you provide. Arghhh it's like they want to improve themselves not just for their sake, but also yours. They want to move together as a team, but they feel that they need to develop themselves emotionally still. They do want to let you know of their appreciation, but it's like this is something they want to do alone, this will be their own victory.
đ~~~ You reached the end of the reading, 'till next time!
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Random question my dear poem enjoyer. Which JJK character do you think would be good at tutoring the reader in History? (Guess what, I always had and still have a hard time with the subject :D)
I really am just sitting at my desk ATM, learning for tomorrow, just saw somewhat difficult words and was like "Okay, what- đ" and started thinking of "Hmmm, I have to copy my poems in my poem exercise book, OH AND WRITING, I kinda wanna finish my draft- anyway, back to History-"
SENDING HUGGIES!!đ
-Meganđ
Hiii Megan đ
Good luck with this subject sweetheart, you've got this!! You can do it sweetie đ«¶đ»
Make sure to drink a lot of water and to stay warm, the weather is really cold and also don't overwork yourself, make sure to rest đ
So for your question, two characters came to my mind, first Nanami Kento and Megumi Fushiguro!!!!!
I feel like Nanami would be that strict yet gentle tutor and Megumi would be your classmate who agreed or volunteered to help you with the subject but both of them would be amazing tutors tbh đ©”
I hope these headcanons help you relax and motivate you to study âš
âĄâ ËNanamiËâ âĄ
Nanami i feel like he's got a lot of patience to help you learn more and answer all of your questions.
He would put a lot of importance on details while tutoring you, like he'd follow a very strict teaching approach to make sure you understand everything in a chronological order, from timelines, to places, to names, to different events.
He's good at answering challenging questions and he urges you to have debates with him so you can improve your understanding of certain topics.
Also I feel like Nanami would make the subject come to life, from the way he narrates historical events. He'll make it enjoyable.
He understands your learning style and he's cool with explaining the same thing many times in a row, that's how patient he is đ€đ»đ©”.
Maybe he'd bring you snacks to motivate you to study đ«đ§.
Also would encourage you a lot and compliments you whenever you get the right answer.
His voice would be so calm and smooth when teaching, it puts you at ease and helps you focus.
âĄâ ËMegumiËâ âĄ
Megumi is known for his excellent intellect and calm demeanor, so he'd be the perfect tutor as well.
I feel like he's into background music, instrumentals or even Rain Asmr, maybe scented candles as well, you know just to set a calming and serene mood to help you relax while studying đđ§ïž.
Also he's very confident in his skills, so he'd know exactly the appropriate teaching methods he'll use to ensure that you're into the subject.
He's also patient, wouldn't rush you in the learning process. If you're having a hard time to get or memorize something he'll give you time to concentrate.
He'd encourage you to ask questions. He helps you understand contexts first instead of throwing random information.
He supports understanding over memorizing, he believes that once you understand something, it will automatically gets stuck in your mind đŻ.
Would let you take a break if you're having a hard time, he won't push too hard, he believes that if someone is stressed they shouldn't exhaust their minds, instead calm down a bit then get back to work with a refreshed mind âš.
I don't see him complimenting vocally but instead he'd nod in agreement and tells you that you've got this. He's good with following your flow đ.
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Congrats!!!!! Iâve been loving your stories for so long and Iâm so glad to be able to read your stories on this journey with the bad batch.
May I request the reader x bb member where the reader needs to use their safe word and the batcherâs reaction? I need some soft fluff in preparation for the series finale.
Lots of love! Thank you.
The Safe Word*** đ
The Bad Batch X Gender Neutral Reader
authors note: sorry for the wait! Hope this is okay - I went down the BDSM route as that is when safe words are typically used so I hope thatâs okay with you? And I hope thereâs plenty of fluff and comfort for you after as there is some angst. I hope you enjoyed the finale đ©”
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Uses of a safe word, explicit sexual content and language, brief mentions BDSM/bondage play such as shibari, knifeplay, spanking, dirty talk, degradation kink, light choking. There is angst but followed up comfort and aftercare, discussions of past negative relationships, established relationships with each of the batch.
NSFW under the cut:
Echo - Havoc
You and Echo had never considered using a safe word until recently when things started to spice up in the bedroom. But, settling on "havoc" felt right.
One night as Echo nestled beside you, his lips grazing your neck, kissing and sucking hour soft skin, his hand explores beneath your clothes as you found yourself bound to the headrest. It was a recent experiment for both of you. Yet, a sense of unease crept in as the loss of movement weighed on you, a feeling you hadn't quite anticipated.
The bounds were tight, restricting you of even wriggling your fingers and a surge of panic builds in you.
"Echo, havoc," you utter urgently, your voice tinged with uncertainty, making him withdraw instantly, concern flickering in his wide golden eyes.
"Is everything okay?" he asks softly, his gaze searching yours.
"It's my hands, I can't..." you falter, your heart racing as you gesture to your restrained wrists. Without hesitation, Echo releases you, peppering apologetic kisses on your wrists.
"Was it too much?" he inquires gently, his voice laced with worry, as you take a moment to steady your breathing, grateful for his understanding.
You catch your breath and nod, a little embarrassed by your reaction. "Sorry, I thought I was ready."
He smiles in understanding and tenderly kisses your forehead. "And thatâs alright. We donât need to do that again if you donât want to. I want to respect your boundaries," he coos, his voice reassuring as he allows you to snuggle into his side, the warmth of his embrace easing away your worries.
You were so glad to be with someone as gentle and sweet as Echo.
Hunter - Marauder
It was you who initiated it first, drawn to the mesmerising way Hunter twirled his viroblade. And so you suggested the possibility of incorporating it into your alone time with him.
Seeing the excitement flicker in his eyes, you found yourself in his bunk that night, bared to the skin, watching as he manoeuvred the blade with practiced ease. As he pressed its edge against your thigh, the cold sensation sent shivers down your spine, your focus fixated on the blade rather than on him.
Your breath hitched, fixated on the blade's movements rather than on him. He hovered over you, the blade gliding up your waist until it grazed your cheek, the sensation causing an unexpected discomfort.
"Marauder," you say quickly, a safe word you and Hunter had for each other from day one almost, watching as heïżŒ discards the blade in an instant, his eyes softening with concern.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks gently, his voice filled with genuine worry as he focuses solely on you.
You shake your head, silently apologizing to him. "Sorry, I just... I freaked out for a moment there."
He settles beside you, draping the blanket over you to preserve your dignity, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "I sensed there was something wrong, your heart wasnât beating as it usually does," he says, his tone filled with a hint of self-reproach for not noticing it sooner. "Letâs watch a holomovie instead, yeah?" he suggests, wanting to shift your focus to put you at ease.
Grateful for his understanding, you intertwine your fingers with his as he sets up a device for the two of you to watch something. Maybe you'll revisit knifeplay someday, but for now, you're content to enjoy a quiet moment together.
Wrecker - Meiloorun
Typically a gentle giant, Wrecker was particularly attentive in the bedroom. But tonight, something changed.
With your face buried in the pillow and fingers gripping the sheets, you felt a sharp sting as Wrecker delivered a firm spank to your arse. "You've been naughty, haven't ya?" he teased, his dirty talk adding to the arousal.
While playful spanking was nothing new between you two, Wrecker seemed to get carried away, delivering a harder blow than usual. As his hand made contact again, you couldn't help but sob out, uttering "Meiloorun," the safe word to halt his actions.
It took a moment for Wrecker to register your plea, muffled by the pillow but he quickly shifted you onto your back and holds you close. "Kriff, I'm so sorry. Was I too hard?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.
Though your eyes stung with tears, they didn't reflect the distress evident in Wrecker's. "Just a little rougher than usual, sweetie," you said softly, cupping his cheek. "Iâm fine."
"I hurt ya," he sighed, taking your hand in his. "I've never hurt ya before."
"It just stung, Wrecker, that's all," you reassured him, allowing his arms to envelop you protectively. "And you stopped as soon as I said our safe word. I appreciate that."
Wrecker holds you for a little while, whispering soothing things in your ear as you did the same with him as you both feel grateful for another. You knew it was not intentional and you reminded Wrecker of this. Next time, he knows to be more careful.
âI love you.â
âI love you too, Wrecker.â
Tech - Tibanna
When you first started dating Tech, you never imagined he had such intriguing desiresâlike the one he was demonstrating on his device: Shibari.
"I believe you will look divine constricted like this as I make you succumb to me," his words dripped with lust, his eyes intense behind his goggles, sending shivers down your spine.
And so, you let him. While you and Tech had explored various kinky activities, nothing quite like this had been on the agenda. With the others away for hours, he instructed you to strip bare and sit in the pilot's seat as he skillfully threaded the rope through his hands.
"Let us begin, shall we?" he said, starting with a simple kiss before expertly binding you to the chair with intricate patterns. But, as he worked, something shifted within you. The mood didn't feel right, overwhelming you completely. Though he looked at you like a delectable treat, you felt like a trapped creature, desperately searching for a way out.
So, you uttered the safe word.
"Tibanna.â You breathed shakily as Tech was about to secure your feet to the base of the chair. He paused, looking up at you.
"Do you wish to be free?"
"Yes," you managed to say with a swallowed nod. That was all it took for him to grab a tool and release your most restricted parts, allowing you to move freely once again.
You stand, legs trembling beneath you as you hastily reach for your robe, wrapping it around yourself to conceal the rope marks now etched into your skin. Tech's gaze follows your movements, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change in mood.
âDarling,â he begins tentatively, closing the distance between you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder as you turn away, your back to him, âare you alright?â
Your response is barely audible, a muttered apology escaping your lips as you avoid meeting his eyes, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in the air.
âNothing has been spoiled. I still have you,â he reassures you as he wraps his arms around you, drawing you close. âI never want you to feel uncomfortable with our endeavours. Perhaps this can be something we revisit in the future when you're ready. But for now, how about we step outside and admire the stars? They're rather impressive tonight.â
His words wash over you, a soothing balm to your nerves, and you nod in agreement, grateful for his understanding. As you lean into his embrace, you feel a sense of relief flood through you, knowing that he prioritises your comfort above all else.
Crosshair - Tooka
Crosshair was always a man of mystery to you, yet his cloudy aura somehow making him irresistible. It took a while, but the two of you made it work and got together. He was sweet on you, not even shy to show how he felt in front of his brothers around you. But in the bedroom, that was a whole different story.
When you suggested having a âsafe word,â he questioned why âstopâ and ânoâ werenât good enough, but he let you pick a word anyway, even if it was âtooka.â He just never expected you to use it.
His hand tightened around your throat, eyes ablaze with lust as he pressed his body against yours in a rhythmic pattern, sending shivers down your spine. âSuch a good slut, arenât you?â he grunted, his fingers gently squeezing your windpipe as he moved against you.
Dirty talk was normal while choking and degradation was a silent kink of yours, but in the heat of things there was a word he used that made you gasp, a sudden wave of panic washing over you as you felt vulnerable.
âTooka. Tooka. Tooka,â you repeated quickly, gasping for a breath you didnât know had been taken from you as he released you completely, his eyes furrowing in concern as you almost backed away from him.
He was silent for a moment, watching you, trying to process what he could have done wrong. Then, he remembered a conversation you had after a drink or two, where you opened up about certain past relationships.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered as he lay beside you, giving you a moment before taking your hand in his. âI⊠I didnât mean what I said. Iâd never hurt you.â
You blinked away your tears and smiled weakly at him. âI know, Cross,â you whispered back, âjust⊠lay with me, hm? Letâs not talk about it.â
He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more.
He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more. He draped a blanket over the two of you and allowed you to nestle into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your back, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance as you both sought solace in each other's embrace. âI love you,â
You smile silently and meet his gaze. âI know.â
You had never felt so loved and cared for since being with him.
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TsahĂŹk of the Eastern Sea Neteyam Sully x fem!Tayrangi!Na'vi! reader
masterlist~
warnings~ characters aged up to 18-20s, please lmk if i missed any!
wordcount~ 3.5k+
summary~ You are the TsahĂŹk of the Tayrangi Clan of the Eastern Sea, the younger sister of Ikeyni the Olo'eyktan, and lose your way home, leaving you to stay with the Omatikaya Clan while you recover.
also i haven't seen the movie in a while so my memory is a bit fuzzy when it comes to some certain plot lines, so i'm sorry if they're not 100% accurate! that or i might change up some scenes to fit for this fic.
TompĂŹva = raindrop = your Ikran's name
te TsyuĂ€val Ăe'ite = your Na'vi last name
requests are open!
italic dialogue is in na'vi!
sorry i suck at summaries!
You felt the wind whip through your hair as you landed, quickly dismounting your Ikran. Your hair whipped around your face as you greeted your older sister Ikeyni, her face now painted red and white with fresh paint.
"Oel ngati kameie tsmuke," you say as she looks you over for injuries.
You feel her hand on your shoulder as she guides you away from the prying eyes of the others, curious as to what new herbs and other healing items you would bring them.
You flinch as you sit down on your mat, your sister inspecting the deep gash on your forearm. She hisses in annoyance at you, "You were told not to leave. You are the Tsakarem, future TsahĂŹk of our Clan. What would I do if you had-"
You cut her off as she finished rubbing herbs into your wound, "And I am fine. You don't have to worry about me! I've already had my Iknimaya, I am an adult. I can take care of myself!"
You cross your arms and turn away from her, and you feel her hand land on your shoulder.
"I only worry for you," she says as her hand leaves your shoulder, "Every other day you leave, disregarding your lessons and teachings."
Your lips twist into a frown as you turn to face her, and you open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off, taking a deep breath before she speaks, "I forbid you from leaving. No more trips to the forest, and no flying. You will focus on your lessons and become our TsahĂŹk."
You gasp as she turns to leave, "You cannot force me to stay here!"
You follow her outside grasping her arm, pleading with her to let you stay.
"All of the herbs and medicines needed for your teachings can be found here. There is no need for you to leave. That is final."
You watch her back as she walks away, her attention now on Nan'ti and Tsentey. You glare at her and storm to the beach, letting the warm waves lap at your feet as you rest your head on your knees.
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Your fingers twist the twine of the basket, tying it into a knot, then set it aside. Rubbing your temples, you stand and stretch watching the others dive with their Ikran into the sea.
Hands land on your shoulder and you jump, falling back into the sand.
"Are you okay?" a voice asks, holding out their hand as the laughter continues.
You gratefully accept it and dust off the sand clinging to your skin and clothes, "Thank you Aya."
She gives you a small smile and grabs the now finished basket from the ground, walking to the edge of the trees.
"So... I heard you were grounded from flying, and you can't even step foot into the forest without someone else," Peyzua crosses her arms behind her back as you trail behind them, the sand turning to dirt underneath your feet as you walk.
Grumbling you snatch the basket she's carrying, "It is true. But she doesn't understand!"
Aya unsheathes her knife and cuts off a few strips of bark from a nearby tree, shaking her head, "Ikeyni only worries for you. You are the next TsahĂŹk. Which means you must focus on your learning, and not fly off into the forest on a whim."
You rip out a few plants from the ground and shove them into your basket, Peyzua turns to you, nodding in agreement with her sister, "Aya is right, and so is Ikeyni. You don't want them to pick another TsahĂŹk, do you?"
You frown, and shake your head, "Of course not, I just feel so, trapped here! And I'm never gone too long," but you know that's a lie.
You went out so often, it was a wonder that your sister didn't pick a different candidate to become TsahĂŹk, but when you asked, she reminded you that Eywa had willed it to be so.
Aya places a hand on your shoulder, her eyes full of sympathy, "Just listen to her, and finish your teachings. I'm sure she'll be more lenient when you finish your Tsakarem teachings and become TsahĂŹk."
Signing you give her a weak smile, "Maybe."
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With a quick wave, you give Aya and Peyzua a smile and head off back to your room, the sand now cool beneath your feet. You're almost halfway there when you hear hushed voices coming from your sister's home. Your ears perk up in curiosity when you hear your name, and you tiptoe closer, careful not to make too much sound when you gasp.
Ikeyni stands with her hands on her hips, her red and white paint now fully washed away, revealing her dark blue skin and white freckles. Her tail flits around in annoyance as she turns to Tsentey, and a man whose face you can't quite see.
The man's voice is low as he speaks, "What do you think?"
You frown when you realize you can't recognize the language he's speaking, but continue to listen, "I do not wish for the sky people to encroach any further," she pauses, her face twisted in contemplation.
Clearing her throat, she continues, "I will send five warriors with their Ikran, but that is all."
The man sounds grateful as he responds, "Thank you, again. I'll send word again when we depart."
You feel your heart drop when you feel someone's eyes on you, and spin around spotting a boy around your age leaning against the hut across from Ikeyni's.
"Eavesdropping?" a small smile graces his lips before he takes a step toward you.
Crossing your arms you frown at him, realizing he is speaking the same language the man had been speaking earlier. "What?"
His eyes fill with confusion as he asks again in the same strange language, but you shake your head.
"You don't speak English?"
This time he asks it in Na'vi and you sigh, "No, what-"
The sound of your sister hissing in annoyance cuts you off, and she stands between you, "What are you doing up? Go to bed," she says as steers you to your room.
But the man turns to her and raises a brow, "Who's this?"
She sighs before turning to him, "My sister, our Tsakarem," she points to him, "This is Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, sister."
The boy clears his throat, and his eyes meet yours and you can see a blush creeping up his face before Jake speaks, "This is my oldest son, Neteyam."
You give a small nod in greeting and twist a strand of your hair around your fingers.
Ikeyni gently pushes you in the direction of your hut and wishes you a goodnight.
You almost collapse when you reach your bed, your head swimming with thoughts of the conversation and questions you would be bombarding your sister with the coming morning.
But for now, you close your eyes and let the sound of the waves splashing against the sand drift you into a deep slumber.
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Neteyam quickly dismounts his Ikran following his father into their hut, where his mother greets them, "What was their reply?"
She puts down the arrow she was holding and gives them both a quick hug, checking for any sign of injuries.
"They'll send five, not a lot, but it'll help," he replies before sitting in front of the fire.
Neteyam takes a seat across from his father and removes his visor, setting it to the side, "Who was that again?"
Jake looks at him in confusion, "Who?"
"The girl with the Olo'eyktan," he pauses trying to remember what was said about you, "the Tsakarem?"
Jake sighs before answering, "- te TsyuĂ€val Ăe'ite. She's the younger sister of the Olo'eyktan Ikeyni."
Neteyam bites his lip in thought, "Will she be coming too?"
Jake shakes his head, "Of course not."
Neteyam nods and lies down, closing his eyes, his head swimming with questions about you.
The next morning Neteyam wakes earlier than usual, carefully tiptoeing out of the hut to sit down near the lab, waiting for the others to wake up.
It's almost an hour before he sees Spider come out of the lab, and hears Lo'ak and Kiri behind him.
"Why are you up so early?" Kiri asks before he stands.
"I couldn't sleep well," he shrugs his shoulders before crossing his arms.
"Was it because of yesterday?" Spider asks, his voice full of curiosity.
"You went with dad to the Eastern Sea right?" asks Kiri as they walk to the Ikran.
Her tail swings back and forth and her mouth breaks into an excited smile, "What was it like?"
He chuckles when he thinks back to catching you eavesdropping on the conversation, a blush creeping up his neck, "It was nice, there was lots of sand, and the ocean looked like it went on forever."
"Are you blushing?" Lo'ak shouts as Neteyam turns his head away in embarrassment.
"No, now are you coming or not?" he quickly mounts his Ikran and takes off, the others calling for him to wait up.
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Your face scrunches up in an attempt to hide the disgust when you look down at the basket before you. Hearing a chuckle you glance up to see AosĂŹng smiling at you, "I caught too many, so I thought you might want some."
You gently take the basket of fish from him, and give him a tight smile, "Thank you AosĂŹng, you really shouldn't have," he smiles again, his eyes landing on your lips before you shift your own away.
The wind ruffles your hair before you even feel it, a featherlight kiss, and your face crinkles in displeasure, "Anything for my future mate," he whispers before turning and running back down the beach.
You groan when you feel Peyzua's arms wrap around you and her muffled laughter as she buries her face in your neck.
"Get off, Zua!" you exclaim before pushing her away, rubbing your mouth against the back of your hand in hopes of burning the kiss away.
"So, AosĂŹng still likes you then? Even after last time?" she teases as she ruffles your hair.
Aya sighs in disappointment before crossing her arms, "Don't listen to her," she rubs your shoulder gently as you fix your hair.
"Another reason I have to leave," you mutter as you follow them past the other huts and grab your baskets.
Peyzua nudges you in the ribs, "Hey! It could be worse," she says as she starts grabbing herbs and loading them into her basket.
"The only reason he "likes" me is because he is Ikeyni's successor. The future Olo'eyktan, as I am the future TsahĂŹk."
Your knife digs into the tree before you hear someone shouting, and as they come closer you can hear the shouting your name.
"Tsakarem! The Olo'eyktan requests your presence at once."
Your lips twist into a frown and you grumble, shoving your basket at Peyzua, following the man back to the village.
Ikeyni stands at the entrance of her hut, her body now covered in fresh red and white paint as she looks down at you. You greet her and your hands clench nervously.
"You called for me?" you ask, as she gestures for you to come inside.
She takes a deep breath before turning to you, her expression unreadable before she places a hand on your shoulder, "How goes your training?"
You freeze, eyes falling to the floor. You hadn't exactly done much other than gather more herbs and tend to wounds from the fishermen, so next to zero progress had been made.
Gulping nervously you reply, "It is going well, sister," a small smile spreads on her lips as her hand falls to her side.
You shift nervously before your mouth opens and closes, thinking of how to word your question before asking, "Why was the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya here yesterday? And with his son too," you trail off.
She takes a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly before opening again, "I will be leaving in three days' time, to help the Omatikaya Olo'eyktan, and people."
You bite back a gasp of shock as she continues, "You will of course stay here," she pauses her eyes falling to the floor, "And I will have AosĂŹng join me."
You flinch at the sound of his name and cross your arms, "So, when will you return then?"
"It should not take too long, a day or two."
She turns away from you and grabs something off her table. A cool sensation wraps around your neck as she attaches a purple beaded necklace.
Leaning back she smiles, "It suits you. It was Mother's."
Smiling you thank her, "Thank you. Is there anything you need me to prepare for tomorrow?"
"No, but Nan'ti will be watching over you while I am away."
You shiver, remembering the last time she had 'watched' over you, "More like breathing down my neck," you mutter.
"What was that?"
"N-nothing!"
You rub your neck nervously before you remember your questions from last night, "What language were they speaking?"
"Who?" she asks, her voice tense as she grabs her bow and quiver of arrows.
"The Olo'eyktan and his son, what was his name again?"
You bite your lip in thought before she answers, "There are some differences between the Omatikaya's speaking and ours. So that is why you did not understand them."
You nod slowly, that did make some sense. In all your visits to the forest, you had never actually gone far enough to run into any of the Omatikaya people, so that had to be the case.
She puts her hand on your shoulder empathetically, her eyes unreadable before she speaks, "When I return, we will speak about flying and your lessons."
Her hand leaves your shoulder as she joins Tsentey, leaving you alone in the entrance of the hut.
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You can already hear the lecture coming from your sister as you soar through the sky on your Ikran. Hopefully, she won't be too upset, you think to yourself as you land and dismount from your Ikran. This was your last chance at visiting the forest, seeing as you would be with left with Nan'ti while your sister helped the Omatikaya people, you wanted to make the best of it. You pat her neck gently before sending her off and continue into the forest.
Although your sister had said you could find all the herbs you needed back home, you disagreed. For example, you found that the bark deeper in the forest would heal certain wounds and injuries faster than the bark used from the trees at home. But of course, that didn't matter to Ikeyni, she still refused to let you leave. You had always wondered why, but the only answer she gave you was how dangerous it could be, because of the sky people. But you had yet to see a single one on your trips out.
"They must not have got this far yet," you whisper to yourself as you hear the sound of a twig snap.
You glanced around but saw nothing, so you continued walking, assuming it was a harmless animal. Sheathing your knife you began to walk faster, hearing strange whispers from the trees, and the snapping of branches growing ever closer.
You had almost made it over a log before you heard a voice behind you. Your ears twitch nervously as you unsheathe your knife again, suddenly wishing you had brought your bow as you take a defensive stance against the trees.
Holding your knife against your chest, you looked around the trees, your breath catching when you notice a pair of eyes behind a leaf. Slowing your breathing and you make a run toward the leaves.
You tackle the person who had been hiding behind the leaves and hold your knife against their throat, your hands shaking. Feeling sweat drip down your face, you try to remember Nan'ti's teachings on hand-to-hand combat. But then you feel something sharp against your neck.
"Let him go," a familiar. voice grits out from right behind your ear. You glare at the person pinned beneath your knife, but reluctantly toss it to the side.
You feel hands on your shoulders pulling you to your feet and the blade leaves your neck.
"Who are you?" a voice asks and you turn to see a boy just around your age standing with his knife held in front of him defensively.
Looking up at him you realize where you know him from, "Toruk Makto's son?" you question before you see recognition in his eyes.
"Tsakarem?" he asks before sheathing his knife.
Nodding you retrieve your knife and sheath it and stumble through an apology, "I am so sorry. I am not used to seeing people around when I come to gather my herbs, I must have come too far in."
Shaking his head you see the hint of a smile on his lips when the other boy interrupts, "Who is she?"
Neteyam sighs before answering, "The Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan."
Tilting your head in confusion you mutter, "I didn't know the Omatikaya dialect was so different."
Neteyam returns the look of confusion when he responds, "You mean English?"
Shaking your head you frown, what was English? Another Na'vi language you were unfamiliar with?
"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what language that is. I have never interacted with people from another clan before, so," you trail off as the two exchange glances.
"It's okay," says Neteyam quickly.
"Oh, and this is my brother, Lo'ak," he says before gesturing to the boy next to him.
You hear more branches rustle, and whispers before three more people emerge from the trees. Your hand instinctively grabs the end of your knife but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you from unsheathing it.
Looking down you see that it's Neteyam's, "It's okay, those are my sisters," he gestures to the two girls whose stares are full of curiosity, "Kiri and Tuk."
You give them a small smile before your eyes land on the third figure and flinch, taking a step back. You nearly trip over a log, but Neteyam grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet, "A sky person?" you whisper, voice full of fear as you hide behind Neteyam.
Neteyam feels his face heat up as your hands land on his shoulder, using him as a shield against Spider.
Lo'ak laughs when he realizes that you're scared of Spider, "You're scared of him?"
Neteyam smacks him before grabbing your hands and taking them off of his shoulders, "It's okay, it's just Spider. He's a friend," he reassures you before pushing you in front of him.
You feel your anxiety worsen as the older of the two girls approach, "Hi, I'm Kiri," she says as she sits down on the log facing you.
"You're not Omatikaya, are you?" she asks when she notices the confused expression on your face.
You shake your head, "No, I am the Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan. I am here to gather herbs," you push your hair away from your face, feeling a blush creeping up your face as she leans in closer.
"Where's that?" a second voice asks.
You look past Kiri to see a girl, who must be Tuk standing next to Neteyam, her eyes full of curiosity as she stares at you.
"It's on the Eastern Sea," you say quietly, eyes glancing up at the sky, which was once a bright blue, but is now a dark grey.
"Really? What's it like?" Kiri asks as you feel a raindrop land on your face.
Instead of answering her question, you decide to call for your Ikran, watching as she soars through the trees and lands in front of you, you coo at her, "Tam tam, TompĂŹva."
You hear the others look on as you pat her neck, smiling sadly as you turn to Neteyam, "It was nice to see you again, son of Toruk Makto, but I must leave, a storm is coming, and I do not wish to be stuck in it."
Neteyam frowns, he had only just met you but wished you could stay just a bit longer.
"Travel safe," Kiri says before turning to walk back into the trees, Tuk, Spider, and Lo'ak following her.
Feeling the rain pick up you turn to Neteyam and give him a small smile, sad that you were leaving so soon.
He opens his mouth to wish you a safe trip home but pauses, wondering if he'd ever get the chance to see you again he quickly tears off a feather from an arrow in his quiver handing it to you, "In case we meet again."
You smile before tucking it away in your bag, "Thank you Neteyam," you quickly mount your Ikran and take off, leaving Neteyam standing in the rain, heat rising up his face.
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Pushing back your visor you dismount your Ikran, when you feel a presence behind you. Turning around you come face to face with your sister, her skin still covered in the red and white paint. Her eyes are full of anger and disappointment as she stares at you.
"You disobeyed my direct orders," her hands are clenched at her sides as she sighs, her eyes falling to the ground.
"I-I'm sorry, I just-"
"Just what?" she exclaims.
Her voice rises and you can see people sticking their heads out of the entrance to their homes, looking on in confusion.
"You have a duty to our people, as our TsahĂŹk, Eywa has willed it!"
Her face scrunches in anger, and her teeth are bared as she continues to berate you for not fulfilling your duties as Tsakarem. You feel your face heat up in anger and shout out, "I do not care if Eywa has willed it or not," you pause and bite your lip nervously before continuing, "And it is impossible to become TsahĂŹk if there is no teacher!"
You could hear the gasps coming from the homes surrounding you and took a step back towards your Ikran as Ikeyni's hands clenched into fists, "Eywa is your teacher, let her guide you."
Her voice was soft now, and she approached you as if cornering a wild animal. It was then that you heard another voice.
"Listen to her, ma tĂŹyawn," Â AosĂŹng says before reaching out to you.
Slapping his hand away you mount your Ikran and take off, hearing your sister's anger filled voice as you fly through the sky.
tam tam [Ëtam Ëtam] intj. calm, be content, there there
tompĂŹva [Ëtom.pÉȘ.va] n. Raindrop
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