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daportalpractitioner · 11 months ago

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mommy's moon sign: a thread ☾ part two — libra thru pisces

if you're looking for part one (aries-virgo), then click here

libra moon: if your mom has a libra moon, she could have been more preoccupied with her relationship with your father rather than putting herself in a position to be focused on her pregnancy + preparing a balanced environment for you. libra moon mamas often go through it with the father of the baby if they prematurely decide to have kids outside of wedlock (we don't judge over here). your mom could have been more focused on the aesthetics of motherhood + also on you being able to have both parents under one roof to be able to fit her ideal family picture. this mentality could have led her to distract herself from the bigger picture which is making sure that she is in a healthy, fulfilling relationship with your father. i wouldn't be surprised if you knew more than you should have when it comes to your parents' relationship as a child. with libra being the sign of relationships, the relationship patterns that your mother exhibited when pregnant with you could have been something that you picked up on, whether it be healthy or unhealthy. beware of issues with co-dependency + people pleasing passed down from your mom as those are big themes that must be overcome in the life of a libra moon mama. libra moon mamas hold a lot of resentment due to being so passive about people overstepping their boundaries + could project that pain onto you if it remains undealt with. as her child, she may be triggered by her relationship with you because she sees you as her mirror. encourage her to have strong boundaries. it's okay for her to say no and she won't be hated for it. respect her decisions. be sure not to be the child that coddles her emotions at the end of the day because she is a grown ass woman, but you should affirm her that it is okay to self-validate without trying to over-rationalize however she feels so that she can move through her emotions + not be avoidant.

scorpio moon: the moon is in a debilitating position (fall) when in scorpio, therefore, it isn't uncommon for women to have a painful pregnancy due to all of the trauma being stored in the womb. your scorpio moon mama may have lived in a state of fear or distrust during her pregnancy + i wouldn't be surprised if she felt alone due to not trusting people. this lack of nurture within the womb was definitely passed down to you if she didn't take accountability to heal from the pain that she experienced. scorpio moon mama would kill to make sure that all your needs are met, but when it comes to handling intense emotions, she may have not known how to navigate those with you (similar to capricorn moon mothers). scorpio moons experience a wounded relationship with their own mother + now that it's their turn to be a mom, they want to be better for their children. motherhood is definitely something that transformed them for the better + they really have the make a conscious effort to not display the same patterns that hurt their inner child. be patient with her + even though you are not responsible for her emotions + how she handles them, provide a safe space for her so that she knows that she is not alone. having emotional boundaries with your mother is also important — not having those boundaries with her can manifest into perpetuating a preoccupied/anxious attachment within yourself.

sagittarius moon: sagittarius moon moms usually end up unexpectedly pregnant. i've noticed that a lot of sag moons are not aware of their cycle which can definitely be responsible for unexpected pregnancies. nonetheless, their pregnancy + motherhood is something they ended up being excited about. they could have had a "fuck it, we ball" mentality because realistically speaking, such is life. lack of preparation could have led to instability in your mother's life while she was pregnant + even after giving birth, bouncing around from place to place. sagittarius moon mamas usually have a youthful + humorous personality, being able to relate with their children + make them laugh. it can be hard to take a sagittarius moon mother seriously because they're usually deemed as the "cool moms" that are very lenient with their children. they can often struggle with disciplining their children because of their own free-spirit nature. if your mother didn't prioritize structure + routine while raising you, it's possible that you downloaded that naturally chaotic, fiery, and unpredictable energy that she also has. sagittarius moon mamas need to be able to teach their children that there are consequences to their actions so that their kids don't end up getting in trouble later on in life or even dangerous situations. hold your own mother accountable for her actions + don't be afraid to put her in her place! she has a lot to learn from her experience as a mother, which includes listening to the ones that she birthed.

capricorn moon: capricorn moon mothers usually have children later on in life (not always though) - either way, the universe granted them their babies when they were ready + prepared to take on this mission as a mother. before motherhood, capricorn moon mommies could have performed the motherly role in other ways (eldest sister, nursing/doctor/healer career, etc etc) so this is not their first rodeo. capricorn moons get a reputation for being cold + stern, which is how they may come across but really they are just not about the bullshit + they take their role as a mother very seriously. they recognize how serious motherhood is and therefore you are going to respect the fuck out of your capricorn mother, even if you don't agree with some of the things that she has tried to instill in you. capricorn moon mothers are focused on legacy + will do her best to make sure that she raises well-rounded children, setting them up for success. so if you have the kind of mother that has tried to shove education + career down your throat, it's because she just wants you to be successful. they also may struggle with being in their feminine energy, especially if your mother is the provider in the house so as her child, you should encourage her to do some therapeutic activities with you to ease some of that stress. though she takes her role as a mother very seriously, there is no denying how stressful the role is on her + can really take a toll on her physical body. if she's open to it because i know how traditional capricorn moons can be, i highly recommend going to therapy together in order to unpack + heal some of those deep seated emotional blockages that can really help to improve + strengthen the family unit.

aquarius moon: these are the unorthodox mothers. the mothers that have instilled confidence in their children from a very early age. your mother may have gotten pregnancy at an awkward time in her life, therefore she realized that she had to start getting real strategic around here to ensure success for this nu era in her life. with an aquarius moon mother, there may have been some distance between you two, whether it be physical or emotional distance. i've noticed that people with aquarius moon mothers were raised by their grandparents or were adopted + don't really know their mother like that (along with pisces moon mamas). if your mother was present throughout your entire upbringing, you may have noticed that she was preoccupied with other tasks such as showing up for her tasks in the real world. there could be strain between you and your mother because you may have felt like she could have paid more attention to you. regardless of how your relationship with your mother manifested, you more than likely came out to be very independent + confident enough to march to the beat of your own drum. these are the moms that started cursing in front of their kids since they were babies. because aquarius moon mamas are very independent themselves, you could have felt like your aquarius moon mama robbed you of your childhood because you too had to learn how to become independent + self-reliant from a young age, resulting in inner child wounds. because the relationship that you have with your mother is not like the traditional mother-child relationship, she can come off more like a friend or an older sister, also resulting in mother wounds because of that lack of motherly nurturance that the child craves + needs. learning to become emotionally vulnerable + transparent with your mother is a theme in order to evolve the relationship. validate where you feel like she may have lacked while also respecting the fact that she did the best that she knew how to. she needs you as someone to hold her ego accountable.

pisces moon: similar to the aqua moon mom, your mother may have been there, but also not "there". there could have been a period in your life where your mother was not physically present + you had to be raised by someone other than her (grandparents, foster care, aunts/uncles, etc). your mother may not have been in the most ideal situation when she got pregnant with you + pregnancy could have also been a karmic consequence for not listening to her intuition. regardless, when she knew she was pregnant, there was no way she could give up the opportunity to be a mother. if your mom was physically away from you, she was always there in spirit, praying for you + making sure that you are spiritually protected even if it's just by asking the powers that be to watch over you. like the other water moons, pisces moon mama may have had a traumatic relationship with their mother + may have transferred over that pain into the relationship that you've had with your mom. having a pisces moon mommy is not for the weak, especially if she didn't do her due diligence of karmic clean up, leaving it for you to take responsibility for. pisces moon mamas may also avoid the accountability + the responsibility of being a mother because the weight of motherhood is just too heavy, especially if she has lack of support, which often times they do. regardless of how your relationship is with mom, the energetic bond runs so deep as you are strongly karmically bound in order for certain karmic missions to be completed. definitely not the most reliable mom, but at the end of the day, it will forever be all love when it comes to her children. it's best to just accept her as is - whatever has transpired is not your fault, but it is your responsibility to do better for your own life.

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schtrawberry · 2 years ago

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personal astrology observations

[!] this is mostly an introspective view into my chart; in no way, shape, or form am i saying that any of this is fact or set in stone, nor am i saying that i am a professional astrologer. these are just presences that exist within my chart that i've felt manifest themselves in real life. simply put, take what resonates and leave what doesn't :)

— sun in hard aspect to neptune can indicate having an (extremely) clouded view of oneself to the point of there being a huge gap in the way they think they're presenting themselves to the world to how they're actually perceived and viewed by other people.

[i have this aspect in square and i've noticed that people perceive me as more than i truly am (more financially-abundant, skilled, smarter than i actually am, etc.) and just make incorrect assumptions about my personality and who i am, in general. i feel that this might be due to the clouded nature of neptune versus the outward nature of the sun which has led to a social manifestation of the unclearness of my inner self and the way i display myself to the world, if that makes sense.]

═ another thing, i don't think people talk enough about how strongly neptune manifests itself in this placement, even among individuals with very little neptunian energy in their charts. daydreaming and just being not fully there plays a large part in who i am, and not even in a cute dumb blonde kinda way, more in an absentminded, head-in-the-clouds kinda way.

☰ sun in the tenth house 🤝🏽 being/wanting to be on a reality tv show!

[i swear as someone w this placement, i often find myself genuinely feeling like yes, if given the chance to do love island/too hot to handle/twenty-somethings/the bachelor— i 100% would.]

☱ mercury in hard aspect to neptune can indicate having a beautiful way w words but also not being able to explain things clearly?? can also manifest itself in just literally being difficult to understand at times, either due to the volume of their voice, way of speaking, or choice of words.

☲ moon opposition mars can exhibit deep emotional turmoil and not being able to handle one's emotions in a calm manner. i find that this manifests itself in the occasional emotional outburst (whether it's more crying or anger or both probably depends on both the moon and mars sign) but yeah— turmoil.

[i have personally experienced multiple events throughout my life where i've gone through public (embarassing, ik) emotional outbursts during stressful situations. luckily, my moon is in cancer so i'm more just a ball of tears, but this has been something that i'm still struggling to control, even as a twenty-one yr old]

☴ having a heavily-aspected chiron (multiple major aspects to personal planets, asc, and mc) and feeling rejected by your family and peers. chiron is the asteroid of wounds, hence a heavy presence in one's chart can indicate multiple emotional wounds involving one's parents, the same/opposite gender, along with inner and outer turmoil.

[tw: mention of suicidal thoughts i have chiron aspecting my sun, moon, venus, mars, and mc (most of them being hard aspects), and have felt suicidal for most of my life. i've never really fit in anywhere and have always been at odds with both the masculine and feminine energies in my life. if you have this placement as well, i genuinely hope you're doing well bc this energy is hard to cope w sometimes.]

[`] film: 千禧曼波 millenium mambo (2001) dir. hou hsiao hsien

#alis does astrology #astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #asteroid astrology #sun-neptune aspects #sun in tenth #sun in 10th house #mercury-neptune aspects #moon-mars aspects #chiron #amateur astrology #astroblr #astro placements #astro notes #astro community

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scorchingdriedink · 3 months ago

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When inner desire leads to identity reveal

An mlb fanfic.

Chat Noir's inner desire gets shown to the whole of Paris. This led to an identity reveal, Chat Noir being accused pedophile and Marinette becoming really confused.

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Fireworks lit up the Paris sky as Chat Noir ran across the roof. He was up to date on all holidays, events, and festivals, so he was clueless about why there were so many fireworks when there was no occasion.

As soon as he landed beside her, he said, “I’m so sorry for the delay, M’lady.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I wasn’t transformed, so I didn’t get your calls.”

In reality, he had been watching the fireworks from his window and got distracted by them. “Didn’t you see the news about the fireworks?” she said, pointing to the fireworks show at the Eiffel Tower.

“Oh!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “You’re that eager to watch fireworks with me?” he waggled his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes. “Chaton, the fireworks are caused by the Akuma.”

His jaw dropped. “Wha- how come? This looks way too festive.”

“Then take a closer look at it,” she said, pulling away and tilting his face towards the night sky.

The fireworks transitioned to a smoke screen that acted as a display, showing a young woman surrounded by many cats in a living room.

"What exactly are we dealing with?" he said, astonished by the sight in front of him.

"The Akuma was a mother. Her daughter won't tell her what she wants to do after college, which ticked her off. Now she is known as Desiderium and has made it her mission to expose everybody’s inner desire."

She pointed towards the Eiffel Tower, where a lady in purple robes and a witch hat was flying across the street on her broomstick. The Akuma shot a beam at a teenage boy. He was unharmed; however, the Akuma's crystal ball glowed, and a beacon of light rocketed up into the sky. It burst into a firework and then transitioned to show everyone the same boy making out with a girl at a high school dance.

Chat Noir looked back at Ladybug and shook his head. "I did not need to see that at all. I only want to do that with you," he smirked.

"Now is not the time to flirt, chaton," she scowled. "Everyone’s privacy is getting compromised."

"She looks pretty harmless. Have you figured out where the Akuma could be?" he asked.

"It's the crystal globe," she said. "The problem is that if I get hit, my desire can reveal my identity."

"Oh. I guess I’m safe then." He brought his finger beneath her chin and pulled her towards him. "Everyone knows that all I want is your love," their lips were a hair’s breadth away. "And a kiss."

A firework burst again, and an array of brilliant light shone on her face. He was close enough to see the sparkles reflecting off her blue eyes. At that moment, she looked beautiful, magnificent, and ethereal. Blush rose to her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly. It gave him hope. This past week, she had started to react differently to his advances. It was quite subtle, so he wasn't sure, but if there was a minuscule chance, he would grab it.

Oh, how he wished he could get a chance to kiss her. Sadly, all he got from her was being pushed away with her finger on his nose.

"What if it showed you wanting to kiss me as your civilian self?"

He blinked. "Now that… is an actual problem."

"You better not get hit."

They jumped into action immediately.

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Half an hour later, fighting this akuma posed a difficult challenge. Desiderium was quick on its feet and always maintained distance with its long-range attacks. Whenever they tried to catch up to the akuma, it would attack them, and they would narrowly miss its shots.

“A little bit of luck would be nice, LB!” Chat Noir cried out.

Ladybug halted on a rooftop. “Lucky charm!”

A roll of window privacy screen was summoned. Looking at it, she had no idea how to use this to win against the akuma.

Another firework exploded in the sky. This time, the smoke screen showed a woman marching towards a senior man in a fine suit sitting behind an office desk. The woman tossed a paper on the desk and shouted, “I quit!”

The old man smiled. “Brilliant! You may enjoy your freedom.”

The scene changed to the same woman, now in a hair salon styling Clara Nightingale’s hair.

“My hair looks so fine. The talent in your hands is divine!” Clara sang. The woman beamed, and the scene faded away.

All of that lasted within 30 seconds, but it left Ladybug astounded. There was something about that particular desire that bothered her. It felt strange; it made her feel sad.

“Ladybug, watch out!”

She looked up in time to see a flare aimed at her from a sniper distance. Just when light flashed before her eyes, she felt an impact at her side and tumbled to the ground.

Once again, Ladybug found her face very close to Chat Noir’s as he hovered on top of her.

Fireworks shone over his head like a halo. She wouldn’t lie; this past week, her feelings for Chat Noir had been growing. She was entranced by how handsome he looked and felt tingles from the weight of his body on her. With how enticing his lips looked, she almost pulled him down for a smooch.

However, she was shocked by what she witnessed over his head, toward the sky. The explosive display showed, for the whole Paris to see Chat Noir and her sharing a passionate kiss on her balcony under the moonlight. Except she was not shown as Ladybug. She was shown as Marinette.

“Shit,” she heard him mutter above her, who was also looking at the fireworks.

“Is that your desire or mine?” she said, still quite stunned at what she had seen.

Chat Noir looked back at her. “What do you mean, ‘yours or mine’? Your desire is for me to kiss Marinette?”

His weird question made her realize what she had said out loud.

“Uh, I ship you with her?” she said sheepishly.

All he did was look at her with a big question mark on his face, followed by a long silence.

“Chaton?”

Then his eyes widened. “No way,” he whispered. “I was right.”

Suddenly, Chat Noir rolled them out to dodge an attack thrown at them by their latest akuma. He got up and faced Desiderium, who had a neon purple mask blinking on her face. “Who might that be, Chat Noir? Girlfriend?”

“No comments,” he said and took a fighting stance.

“You ain’t fooling anyone. I wonder where she could be.”

“Leave her out of this!”

“Only if you surrender your miraculous,” the Akuma snarled.

An idea struck her, and she looked at the roll of film in her hand. With a plan in her mind, she pretended to whisper while being loud enough to be heard. “Go protect her, Chat Noir. Go to her before the akuma finds out she’s in her room.”

She winked and passed the roll to him. “Keep her in your special vision. I’ll buy you some time.”

She mouthed, ‘She’s not in her room’ before she launched the yo-yo to block the path of Desiderium.

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Keep her in your special vision.

Special vision as in his night vision?

She’s not in her room.

Those were the words she had mouthed even though she declared to everyone that Marinette was in her room. And the lucky charm that she has given to him is a blackout window film.

Oh, now he understood.

He watched Ladybug, busy blocking Desiderium’s path. Then he launched himself with the help of his baton and ran faster than he ever had with all his might.

As soon as he landed on Marinette’s balcony, he quickly covered the skylight with the lucky charm and left it open when he entered. The room was dark, save for the nightlight streaming in through the skylight. All of the windows were already covered with film. He found it strange even when he visited Marinette last night. When he had visited her as Adrien, she mentioned she liked the natural light this attic allowed in. So why were all the windows covered up?

A foreign sound intruded on his thoughts, and his ears picked up the swooshing sound of the akuma gliding closer. He hid himself against the shadows, and saw Desiderium searching throughout the room in dim light. Suddenly, the skylight was shut, and absolute darkness filled the room. With his night vision, Chat Noir could see the akuma becoming frantic against the dark and chose that opportunity to swipe at the glass globe and cataclysm it. After that, Ladybug entered the room and purified the butterfly.

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The wait for Chat Noir after dropping off the akumatized victim ended when Marinette heard a knock on her skylight. Questions that she had been dying to ask poured out as soon as Chat Noir entered.

“How did you know? How long have you known?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“My identity!”

He smiled and pulled her closer by wrapping his hands around her waist. “Didn’t I already tell you? My love for you is so strong I’d recognize you the moment I see you as a civilian?” he said.

She pulled away and gave him her most impassive look. “Do you want me to remind you of the first time you met me as Marinette?”

“Why don’t we just pretend and give my love for you some credit—”

“Stop playing dumb, Chaton. Tell me how!”

“This evening. When I got hit saving you,” he said, averting his eyes.

“What?” Her lower lip dropped. “How did you even make the connection?”

“You asked whether it was my desire or yours. It would have been weird for Ladybug’s desire to be about me kissing Marinette. Unless you are Marinette. I actually had my doubts since Kwamibuster. I’m so glad was right” He let out a lovesick sigh. “I still don't want to get my hopes up. But… do you have feelings for me—?”

“So you didn’t know I was Ladybug?” disbelief colored her face.

He looked back at her earnestly. “Really. I swear I didn't know until now.”

“You said you wanted to kiss me. And your desire did show you kissing me, except it was Marinette me.” her brows furrowed.

“True. But I promise I didn’t know it was you, m’lady. Even if I did, I would have let you know.”

“Then how come it showed me instead of… well, the other me? Weren’t you in love with Ladybug?”

“I was shocked as well. It seems I was in denial. Plagg also told me about that. And with how much I have been hanging out with you on the balcony, I guess my affection has shifted to, well, you.”

“So hanging out is all you need to be fickle?” she frowned.

“Hey, I wasn’t fickle. Not falling for you is tricky.”

She blushed, then shook her head. “B-but I’m not even as cool as Ladybug. You probably had an attachment to me because you’re lonely and Ladybug kept rejecting you.” Chat Noir’s jaw dropped. “You did not just say that,” he said in a low voice.

“Well, I can’t think of any other reason why you would like me, especially when you didn’t even know I was Ladybug.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can’t be serious right now. Did you forget that you are Ladybug?”

“You didn’t know that! I’m a complete ditz otherwise,” she fired back.

“Marinette, you are what makes Ladybug.”

“Give it a rest!” Her voice rose. “Anyone can be Ladybug with the earrings. And even as Ladybug, I’ve just been causing disaster.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh yeah? Guess who lost all of the Miraculous? Guess who lost our only mentor?” she challenged him.

“That only mentor of ours once lost a whole temple along with the butterfly and peacock Miraculous. Come on, Marinette, not everyone is perfect.”

“Then shouldn’t we get someone perfect when lives are at risk?”

“Wait, we are getting off-topic. I thought this was about me having feelings for you without knowing you’re m’lady.”

“Exactly. I still don’t get why.”

“Marinette. I—”

Both of them jumped away from each other when the trapdoor suddenly opened, revealing Marinette’s mom, Sabine, followed by Nadja.

Upon seeing them, Nadja’s eyes widened. “Chat Noir! It’s good to see you here,” she said as she pushed past Sabine and approached him with a cameraman behind her.

“We were going to ask Marinette a few words for an interview. It would be great for you to join us, Chat Noir. Everyone in Paris wants to know more from you and Marinette.” Chat Noir and Marinette shared a glance.

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A storm came in the form of Nadja Chamack, and all Chat Noir and Marinette could do was face it. There was a bit of a delay while Chat Noir negotiated with Nadja before the interview began. Both Chat Noir and Marinette were seated in Dupain-Cheng’s living room. Nadja was adjacent to them, and beside her sat a man holding a tablet and a cameraman shooting footage for the interview. Marinette’s parents were also in the room, across from them, seated at the dining table. After the introductions were done, Nadja immediately jumped into questioning them.

"The biggest question that everyone in Paris has on their minds: Are you two dating?" Nadja asked.

Marinette spoke before Chat Noir could answer. "No, we are not dating. And we never will." As she said that Chat Noir’s shoulder slump.

"Then what about Desiderium showing your inner desire to share affections with Marinette, Chat Noir?" Nadja brought her microphone close to him.

"It’s simple, Nadja. I love h—Ow!" He massaged his side where she had elbowed him while she pretended to smile.

Nadja continued, "But as of yesterday, you were declaring your affections to Ladybug." She pointed to the tablet, which displayed a picture of him kissing Ladybug’s hand.

"He does that with every girl. He’s a big flirt," Marinette said, rolling her eyes.

"He does seem to flirt with many maidens," Nadja said, signaling the tablet man, who continued to display pictures of Chat Noir kissing the hands of a little girl, an elderly lady, a woman with a toddler on her hip, and many other female akumatized victims.

"It’s just a gesture of greeting," he pouted. "I was born in the wrong era."

"Will we get to see you both as an official couple in the future?"

"Absolutely not!" Tom interrupted furiously. Nadja simply shifted the microphone toward Tom.

"It’s no surprise that you would succumb to Marinette’s lovable charm," Tom said. "But you are too late! You were given a chance that you carelessly lost. You could have had it all, and we could have seen the little kittens—"

"Papa!" Marinette’s face turned red.

"When did this happen?" Nadja asked.

"It happened when I was akumatized as Weredad. He broke her heart. My poor cupcake cried so much. Chat Noir does not deserve her."

"It’s not your fault, Chat Noir. Declining is the right thing to do when you don’t reciprocate," Sabine added. Chat Noir gave her a sincere smile.

Nadja proceeded, "So what changed, Chat Noir?"

Time spent with Marinette, both as Adrien and Chat Noir, was what changed for him. It’s not something he can easily explain. The next plausible thing he could say, from Chat Noir’s perspective, is, "That was the second time I met her. The more I spent time with her, the more my feelings for her started to change."

"Then what about this?" Nadja pointed again at the tablet, which showed pictures of them meeting during Evillustrator.

"Yes, that’s why I said 'second time,'" he replied.

The tablet man showed more pictures of them during Galciator. "These photos clearly show you had many encounters with her before the Weredad incident,” Najda said.

"At that time, I was in love with Ladybug," he said, subtly winking at Marinette. "And my mind was more focused on handling the Akuma than on falling in love."

"I’m sorry, Chat Noir, but the evidence shows otherwise." At her signal, the tablet man showed a video of him asking Ladybug to go on a date if he defeated the Akuma.

"You had no problem wooing Ladybug while simultaneously handling the Akuma." "Doesn’t that validate my first point: ‘I was in love with Ladybug’?" he frowned. How do they have all kinds of videos of him?

“You were in love with Ladybug and then immediately switched to Marinette.” She paused for dramatic effect.

“What are you getting at?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“What Paris would like to know is,” she said, shifting the microphone to Marinette, “are you Ladybug?”

Her parents gasped and then looked at her intently, waiting for her answer.

“Pfft, me? Ladybug? No way. I’m too much of a ditz,” she laughed while also averting her eyes.

“Would you stop calling yourself that? You are anything but a ditz. You are the most brilliant girl I know. You are superhero material. Don’t sell yourself short—Ow!”

She seethed through her teeth. “You’re not helping.”

He scoffed while massaging his rib again.

She turned back to Nadja. “No, Nadja, I’m not Ladybug.”

“If you’re not Ladybug, then does that mean,” she asked, shifting the microphone back to him, “that you’re into younger women?”

One of his eyebrows rose. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“You mentioned on Ladyblog that you and Ladybug are the same age. If Marinette were Ladybug, then it would imply that you’re young based on your being the same age as Ladybug. Since Marinette denies being Ladybug, it means you are older than Marinette.”

“Did logic go on vacation, or is it allergic to you? I could be the same age as Marinette.”

Ignoring his remark, she continued, “ You also mentioned something about your job.” The tablet man played a video of Chat Noir speaking to Ladybug.

‘I had to sneak out of my workplace. I need to go back before they notice I’m missing.’

Chat Noir considered the video as he leaned back. “You don’t happen to have videos of my birth, do you?” he said jokingly to the tablet man, but his eyebrows rose when the tablet man nodded. The tablet man then showed Chat Noir a video of a black cat giving birth to a kitten. “You know I’m not actually a cat, right?” The way the tablet man’s eyebrows rose indicated that he had misunderstood. What a dumb man.

“Repeating myself,” Nadja continued, “Is Marinette the superhero Ladybug, or are you into younger women?”

“Chat Noir is not a pedophile!” she yelled. Even though he was used to dumb allegations thrown at him by the media, it warmed his heart to see Marinette defend his honor.

“And I’m not Ladybug,” she added.

“Nadja, you’re taking this a bit too far,” Sabine interjected sharply.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We only want to know the truth. And with the evidence we have, it’s either this or you’re Ladybug.”

“You bit—” Marinette got up, but he held her back.

“Nadja, I need to speak with you right now, in private.”

“Just a few more questions—”

“Right,” he glared. “Now.”

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While Marinette and her parents waited for Chat Noir’s return, her mother gave her a suspicious look. “You aren’t Ladybug, are you?”

The lie came out like second nature to her. “Of course not, Mama. I'm scared of horror movies. How would I face a scary Akuma?”

“As long as my cupcake is safe,” Tom said, pulling her into a hug. “I wouldn't ever want you to always be putting your life in danger.”

Marinette bit her lip. Lying to her parents would always be the painful thorn that she could never pull out. She gave a weak smile after their hug but didn’t meet their eyes.

“What about Chat Noir? He may be a hero, but if he is an adult, then I don’t want him near you,” said Sabine.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Cheng,” Chat Noir answered when he returned in time to hear her mom’s comment about him. “I am 18, only a year older than her. I assure you I'm not a paedophile.”

“You aren’t supposed to reveal your age.”

“I believe you,” Tom said, patting his back. “You are too nice to be a creep. I would have married her off to you even if you were a few years older than her.”

“Papa!”

“This whole time you were fighting as a kid? How could your parents allow it?” Sabine said.

“Mrs. Cheng, I may have been a child, but I have been trained since birth to handle such situations,” he said. Chat Noir was such a smooth liar. Had she not known that they were chosen, she would have believed his words.

“But still.” She rested her hand on her cheek. “Kids should be enjoying their youth, not carrying everyone’s burden. They should be learning about responsibility before taking up responsibility.”

Marinette couldn’t bear to listen to this anymore. The only thing she picked up from her mom’s comments was that she was never ready for responsibility. She was never meant to be a superhero. And everyone had to pay the price for that.

“I’m done for now. I’ll go to sleep,” she said and went straight to her bedroom.

~~~~

When he bid his goodbye to the Dupain Cheng’ and left their residence, he climbed up the wall and knocked on the shade-covered circular window.

She opened it immediately. “You didn’t leave?”

“I wanted to continue where we left off,” he said as he entered. Marinette had already changed into her pink pajamas and had a hairbrush in her hand. Tikki was on the desk by the computer, munching her cookies and watching them.

“Can we do this sometime later? I need to sleep if I want the energy to deal with the aftermath of today’s interview tomorrow,” she said as she removed her hair ties and went to her vanity.

“It’s okay, Marinette. The interview will not be broadcast.”

She stopped combing her hair and turned to him. “What do you mean? It wasn’t live?”

“She was going to shoot it live, but I gave her a few bucks beforehand to do only a normal interview. Then she started asking nonsense, so I paid them off again along with a message video.”

“There is no way any money could stop them from spilling about ‘Chat Noir’s love,’ right?”

“It was tough convincing them, not gonna lie. But I paid them more than they could have profited from this news, so we should be fine.”

“But they could profit millions with it.”

“Yeah. So I paid them off with £10 million.”

“You paid them £10 million?!” She left the hairbrush and rushed toward him. “Where the heck did you get that kind of money?”

“Relax, I have that kind of money to spare in an emergency,” he said with a smirk.

“How can you pay off £10 million just like that? It’s too much. And it also means you are an adult.” She cringed.

“I’m not, I’m not. This was just my dad’s money that I borrowed.”

Her jaw dropped. “That does not make it any better. Aren’t you gonna get in trouble?”

“This much won’t even make a dent in his account. He won’t notice,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“There is no way he wouldn’t notice £10 million missing from his account.”

“He had already spent £50 million on a sculpture and £60 million on a portrait. He definitely won’t notice.”

“A whole £110 million for just a sculpture and a portrait?! No offense, but is your dad an idiot?”

“Not gonna lie, but this gift for Mom’s death anniversary is a dumb move.”

The silence that followed his statement stretched long and loud. He watched her struggle to say something until she joked, “Wish I could treat a measly £50-60 million as only £5 or £6.”

Good on her for not broaching his mother. Sure he missed his mother but was tired of it. This morning, with his father mourning and the millions of sad edits on the loss of the actor Emilie, felt more depressing than honouring someone’s life. He may miss her, but he would always honour her by looking at everything on the bright side and experiencing new things, Something that his mother taught. That’s why he fought to go to school after a year of mourning for his mother. That’s why he took the superhero role when he was given the ring instantly.

Placing a thumb on his chin, he said, “You can marry and then all my money will be yours.” “Can you ever be serious?”

“That was the most serious I have ever been,” he said, followed by a mock smolder.

“Knock it off, Chaton.”

“Alright,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “Serious question, though. Can I reveal my identity to you?”

She hesitated. “Are you sure? Maybe it’s best to keep it a secret.”

Not this again. It always felt like the secret identity rule was just for him. “But why? You even let Alya and Nino know each other’s identities. So why can’t we?”

“Them knowing each other’s identities is not as dangerous as ours. If one of us gets akumatized, Hawkmoth can mind-control us to make us spill about where the other miraculous is.”

“You have a confidante with whom you share your identity. Isn’t that dangerous?”

“It is, but at least yours will be safe. Even if Hawkmoth gets mine, as long as he doesn’t get yours, he can’t make the wish.”

It really was a rule just for him. He couldn’t believe it. And it was all because she was scared, so she chose to be stubborn. The lack of her trust not only made him mad but also hurt.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed.

“What?”

“If you get akumatized, he will get to me next through you. Then he will get both of the miraculous, and it will be the end of the world. This is a disaster!”

“I promise I won’t get akumatized—”

“I have some spare charms that I’ve been trying to enhance. Let me get them for you.”

She went over to her desk to grab a drawstring pouch. That was when he realized why Marinette’s room felt odd. Her desk, which was usually occupied by her sewing machine, was missing. It was put under the desk along with all the other fabric and supplies. The corkboard was bare of all pictures and now filled with notes, lists, and timetables. Her drawing books and art stationery were replaced with bundles of papers and dried ingredients for potions. Even her mannequin was missing.

“Where is your mannequin?”

Tikki, who had been quiet this whole time, answered in her stead. “She sold it to buy ingredients to strengthen the protective charms.”

“I haven’t been using it anymore. So why let it collect dust when it could have been of some use,” she said as she took a charm out of the pouch and put it in his hand.

“Ever since Hawk Moth was able to breach the protective charms, I’ve been working on making them stronger. I guarantee you this is very strong. It will protect you from akuma at all costs.” A confident smile appeared on her face but deflated within three seconds. “Or what if it doesn’t work? I haven’t even tested it out, and I’ve already made a bunch.”

She dropped to her knees and scattered the contents of the pouch on the floor.

He knelt next to her. “Marinette, relax.”

“Now’s not the time to relax. Hawkmoth can target us anytime, and it’s because of me.”

“How is it your fault?”

She looked at him incredulously. “Of course it’s my fault. You got hit while protecting me, and now everyone knows we know each other.”

“It was just an accident.”

“Accidents shouldn’t have happened.”

“Marinette, calm down.”

“How can I—”

“Marinette!” He grabbed her, and she stopped rambling. She was breathing heavily.

“Breathe.”

She took a deep breath and followed his breath pattern until she significantly calmed down. He guided her to the chaise.

When Marinette got her bearings, she immediately hugged him, and he let her while he rubbed her back soothingly.

He looked at Tikki, who shrugged. “Usually, she is too busy working on the protective charms to be stressed. Though it's true that she has been anxious for the past week.”

He felt her shoulders shake within his arms. “Marinette?” He tried to coax her.

Her voice was muffled against his shoulder. “I am tired, Chat Noir.”

He pulled away to hold her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs.“Do you need a break?”

“I wanna quit, Chaton.” She closed her eyes and let more tears flow. “But I don’t wanna forget about you.”

It struck him that Marinette could forget her memory if she gave up being the guardian. She would forget him and all the precious moments they had lived together. Marinette losing her memories would devastate him. But he was already feeling that when watching her weeping in his arms.

He took a breath before he said, “If it means it will give you peace, then I’m fine with you forgetting about me.”

She looked up at him. “No, Chaton. I love you way too much to forget you.”

His eyes widened. “You love me?”

A soft smile graced her face. “You’re still with me despite me being such a mess and always being there for me. Of course, I’d fall for you.”

“You’re not a mess.”

She shook her head and pulled away from his hold. “It doesn’t change that we lost our mentor and I put my memories at risk. I lost all the miraculous that made Hawkmoth so powerful. You don’t need to sugarcoat anything for me.”

“Just because some things were out of your control doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”

“But now everything is so hectic. We have to leave everything in the middle to fight against Akuma. No breaks, our plans are pending, and everyone in Paris is worried. Worse, if this doesn’t end well, I will lose my memories no matter what—”

He pulled her into a hug again to stop her from rambling again.

“I don’t want to lose my memories,” her muffled voice came. “I want to just worry about homework. I want to freely date you and know your identity.”

“And it will happen. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”

“But how?”

He touched his forehead to hers and looked her in the eyes. “With a well-rested and clear mind.”

She sighed. “Well, that isn't very helpful.”

He pulled away. “Sorry, I don't have any ideas at the moment. We can brainstorm tomorrow, but only after you rest. You look exhausted.”

“What makes you think tomorrow would be different?” she rolled her eyes.

“Because two heads are better than one,” he winked. “We can do this, Marinette. We fought against a sentimonster without our powers. And during Oblivio, we worked it out despite not remembering anything. We were strangers to each other at that time, yet we were such a good team.”

He held her hands. “Did you ever feel like we knew each other when we first met?”

Her eyes brightened. “I always got the feeling like we had known each other forever when we teamed up.”

“Exactly. Marinette, I fell for you because we get each other. We are such a good team. I admire you, your talents, your personality, and everything. But mostly, because I love the people we become when we are together.” He said and kissed each of her knuckles.

Marinette’s chin quivered again and her eyes glistened. “Are you sure? I mean, you did leave once when I made you angry and had Cat Walker as a substitute.” “That was me being immature and petty. You were just doing your job. Can you forgive me for that?”

He felt her grip his hand more tightly. “It's okay, Chaton. I deserved that. Rather, I should apologize for treating you poorly.”

Chat Noir placed a kiss on her forehead. “It's okay. We're all fine now. I promise I'll always be by your side.”

She gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Thank you. I promise as well,” she said sincerely.

“It's late, you should sleep,” he said and got up. “For now, don’t worry your pretty head. Save that for tomorrow.”

Marinette got up and gave him one more hug. “Will you sleep with me tonight?”

Chat Noir couldn’t help himself from saying, “I didn’t buy any protection yet.”

“Chaton!”

He laughed as she smacked his arm. She looked adorable when she pouted and her nose scrunched up.

“Kidding, kidding. I’ll let my folks know at home that I’ll be cooped up in my room mourning for my mother, then I'll be back.”

“Oh, I forgot about that! Are you okay, Chat? If you're feeling down, you can stay home.”

“Aww. Well, the cure to my sadness is cuddling with you. So…” Suddenly feeling bashful, he rubbed the nape of his neck. “Is it okay if I come back?”

“Of course, Chat!” she said with a bright smile on her face. She blushed, but there was a fierceness in her eyes. She closed the distance and felt her lips brush against his. He definitely thought they were about to kiss, but she backed away instantly. She was averting her gaze and biting her lip while her cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink.

Chat Noir looked confused. “What just happened?”

She squeaked and covered her face with her hands. “I kissed you.”

“That was not a kiss! That was barely a touch.”

She peeked through her fingers. “Are you saying you don’t like my kiss?” she teased.

“Clearly, you have never kissed before.”

She folded her arms. “Not true. I kissed you on Valentine’s Day during Dark Cupid.”

“Which I don’t remember. I will never not be upset about that,” he groaned.

“At least now you got a kiss to remember,” she gave him a sheepish smile.

“That is not how you kiss.” He cupped her face and whispered, “This is how you kiss,” and brought her lips to his.

He heard her gasp, which prompted him to pull her closer with an arm around her waist and nuzzle his mouth against hers. Parting her lips slightly with his, he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her nails digging into his shoulders through his suit.

When they separated for air, they grinned at each other.

“Be right back.”

“Okay.”

“One more for the road.” He pecked her, then left her room through the skylight.

~~~~

That night, they slept cuddling on her bed, with smiles on their faces.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #mlb fanfic #mlb fandom #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug and chat noir

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movedtoferinehuntress · 1 year ago

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[ Headcanon ] TOUCH AVERSE * TOUCH STARVED .

Caitlyn has a mixed struggle between being touch-adverse but also touch-starved.

It stems from the fact that she is sensitive to touch, and certain touches set off warning bells often. The other elite house kids were not kind to her, and often pushed her around or swat away a hand. But worse was when it came to the touches at galas or balls as she was forced to dance with people she didn't want to and being led around like a fine china doll meant to be 'handled with care'. She didn't get to choose who touched her and she often feels negative emotions whenever a hand touches the bottom of her back or grasp her hand.

Her anxiety also leads to wanting to avoid touch as it makes her uncomfortable to be close to people and have them touching her even in a simple way as brushing her hair behind her ear. It sparks her anxiety even more and makes it difficult to calm down. When she became an empath, this became even more difficult as touch made the connection to someone's emotions stronger.

However, Caitlyn is also touch-starved. Her mother rarely showed affection to her; often ruling more like a matriarch than a mother. And if her nannies or maids tried to show her affection she would push it away because she wanted her mother's hug or touch! She did receive her fatherly affections however, it wasn't often as he was so busy with work and business. It's why, when you join her inner circle Caitlyn can become very affectionate in her touches. A brush against the cheek, fingers brushing through your hair, a hug, or a kiss (in romantic situations), often displays affection because she thrives on physical touch.

If someone gives her affectionate touches in a situation where they are not in her inner circles makes Caitlyn highly uncomfortable and peak hits of anxiety and panic in her mind. She will do anything to get away from that person as it is a severe intrusion upon her and she does not believe these touches are privy to anyone but those she accepts it from.

So her aversion and starvation to touch go hand in hand, as those she is close to will often see just how much she wants it, but she is averse to almost everyone but a select few to give it to her.

#[muse] caitlyn — headcanons.

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pvrkacciosan · 2 years ago

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The Heart of the Flame: ☽⋆Prologue⋆☾

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Helion dragged a hand along the table, away from the goblet that sat laced with the smooth scent of the wine which swirled deep purple in colour. The liquid pleasure was still a dull taste on his tongue.

The female in the room with him kissed the inner part of his left knee, her lips warm against his skin as her kisses came further and further upwards.

The soft tendrils of her hair tickled, whisps of featherlight touch against the sensitive skin but she didn't cease her kissing. He leant back pushing his thigh towards her as she continued. Biting back a feral growl, his head rolling back to rest nestled into the plush cushions.

The door to the lounge swung open, jarring on its hinges, revealing one of the staff in the doorway. The young faerie shifting on her feet where she stopped, pausing at the sight.

Helion delicately curled a hand into the side of his own neck, still lulled back, bringing a leg up to hook his foot on the edge of the cushion. The inner side of his other knee now exposed. The female between his legs turns to ravish the other.

The female by the door cast her gaze downwards. Fighting a small cough to clear the stiff air in her throat,

"My Lord, there is an urgent matter which you must see to" Her words were rushed, but Helion reached back for the goblet, finally sitting forward if only to reach for his drink, the surface cool against his finger tips when they made contact.

"Can't it be dealt with later," He couldn't help but smile down to the female still kneeling, he threaded his goblet free hand through her hair. " I'm rather consumed right now" he would have gestured to the obvious rising erection he was gaining had it not been for the fact he believed both females already knew, the scent, his scent near stifling the very air the three of them shared.

" A Fae youngling has been found on one of our borders. Unattended to" her tone spiked at the last part of her sentence, as though uttering the words was as criminal as committing the act of leaving a Fae babe unattended to on the border of a court.

The female between his legs flinched and removed herself before Helion even moved. Sitting upright on the suttee. All previous thoughts eradicated, he missed the table, the purple wine splattering the carpeted floors.

"Show me."

Helion dropped down from the silken back of Meallan, The dark as night Pegasus threw his head backwards in a quick arch. There was a crunch of woodland debris underfoot when Hellion landed but he was already moving, following the sentry who led, adoring the day court guards uniform.

A group of guards all dressed in similar garbs standing shoulder to shoulder drew his attention, mutterings the words, whispering on the wind around them. The muscles in Helion's brow had been taught the entire time of their travel to the border. There was a bark of commands from the sentry he followed, the group parting a second after.

Breaking view to a worn golden straw woven basket, the wind had died down with the uttering of the soldiers, all a few steps back from where they had all previously crowded, Helion scanned each unsavoury expression on their faces as he passed. Not ignoring his people for a second, seeing the full display of anger on their expression.

The threads crusting the rim of that basket blew lightly with the wind, not a single sound echoed across the small green glade, kneeling into the warm earth of his court Helion peered down, reaching into the basket. Halting, his finger are within brushing distance of the snow coloured blanket, the prickling of eyes on his dark skin from behind pushed him on, crossing the distance to pull back the cloth, already aware of the secret hidden within.

A babe with fare crinkled skin, a rose tint blushing over the soft chubby ball of its cheek. The skin was untouched, by even that of the sun. However old this youngling...

"This was attached to the top of the carrier" the sentry standing behind him held out a piece of parchment that scented faintly of sodden leaves and embers. Of Her. His throat bobbed.

Helion didn't dare reach for the note, instead he grasped lightly at the blankets, Lifting the tiny body up, tucking the bundle into his chest. The babe made not a peep, burrowing its face into the exposed half of his chest, the loose flowing white garb he wore, hanging off one shoulder left skin, enough for the youngling to rub into the warmth his muscles chest emanated.

"She can't be much older then a few days my Lord"

Helion listened to the males words but steadily watched the babe's face, her small features relaxing against him, settling herself once more.

"Who would leave something so young by itself? Anything could have happened to her if we hadn't found her" a soldier in the group behind him said,

Finally looking away, Helion rose up, arm tucked in securely, Looking to the group he reached for the parchment.

The lingering scent clung to the paper. How Helion hadn't felt her enter his territory was beyond his current thinking, instead focusing upon what was scribbled upon the page.

𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹, 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉.

The thrum of silence grew thick across the glade, taking in a deep breathe, Helion had no doubt he knew exactly who the note was referring to.

In Autumn this little girl would have perished at the hands of its High Lord and her half brothers.

There was a flicker of primal rage stirring within him, his flesh and blood. His daughter had been left alone with no means of anyone finding her besides the off chance the patrols stumbled upon her.

Perhaps it was this exact feeling building in his chest that lady Autumn had known their daughter would be safe with him in the Day court. Despite that, with his arm tightening around the bundle, Helion couldn't help the resentment he felt when he thought of Lady Autumn. Of the wholly awful thing she had chosen to do, She hadn't felt safe enough to come to him directly. Helion didn't think his territory as treacherous, but he couldn't help the ancient magic of the land, the elements his daughter had been exposed to for however long she laid there.

Looking down to the little life in his arms, Helion shifted the blanket covering the babe's face, she was sound asleep, content , as though she knew who's arms she now slept in, who's protection she was now under.

There was no sound from the dispersing soldiers when Helion turned, keeping his frame locked as he glided back to the side of his winged mount.

The usually wild beast had settled for pounding one hoof into the ground, his eyes tracking the small form in the High Lord's arms, some sort of understanding and acceptance shone in his stance, head bowing, the strong muscles of his dark neck not so much twitching with hesitance.

Helion noted the act, and paused allowing his winged companion a moment to accept the unspoken duty his High lord had bestowed upon him, an understanding between partners. No harm should ever come to the young daughter of Day.

Meallan bent a toned front leg, lowering into the shoulder of the other, feathers wings outspread for balance, Whether the winged creature was bowing or simply trying to make an easy mount for his High lord, Helion didn't know. But he wouldn't have is friend kneeling for long before he climbed onto his back.

Meallan rose up once more, spreading his mighty wings wide as the small tug against the end of his mane, Helion curled his fingers gently, the action was unusual but in his haste to get to the border, he hadn't given his stable hand a second to properly equip his mount before they were in the sky.

Meallan, thankfully had not thrown up much protest about the lack of reins.

He did not protest now, as he unfurled his wings, beating them into the air. Helion hugged his legs into the sides of Meallan, keeping braced in position as to not slide free.

There was a small squeal, Meallan's ear twitched to note the sound but didn't turn as he kept flying back further into the territory of the Day court, the open green planes and woodlands sprouting upwards to meet the skyline.

Glancing down to the babe in the bundle, Helion pulled back the blanket to be met with the soft set of amber eyes, wide, they blinked at him.

Something cinched around his heart in that moment, whether it a hand or some otherworldly force Helion wouldn't dare give it another thought. Not when his daughter seemed to be taking him all in, and she was so utterly small. So forgiving, and trusting.

Helion didn't dare give his decision a second damned thought. This was his daughter, the new Daughter of Day. And she would be protected a such, no one would harm her or ever get close to do so. He could give this little life that, even if her mother could not, Helion would do that. Even if he died trying.

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valiantthearts · 3 days ago

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― TOUCH AVERSE & TOUCH STARVED .

Caitlyn has a mixed struggle between being touch-adverse but also touch-starved.

It stems from the fact that she is sensitive to touch, and certain touches set off warning bells often. The other elite house kids were not kind to her, and often pushed her around or swat away a hand. But worse was when it came to the touches at galas or balls as she was forced to dance with people she didn’t want to and being led around like a fine china doll meant to be ‘handled with care’. She didn’t get to choose who touched her and she often feels negative emotions whenever a hand touches the bottom of her back or grasp her hand.

However, Caitlyn is also touch-starved. Her mother rarely showed affection to her; often ruling more like a matriarch than a mother. And if her nannies or maids tried to show her affection, she would push it away because she wanted her mother’s hug or touch! She did receive her fatherly affections; however, it wasn’t often as he was so busy with work and business. It’s why, when you join her inner circle Caitlyn can become very affectionate in her touches. A brush against the cheek, fingers brushing through your hair, a hug, or a kiss (in romantic situations), often displays affection because she thrives on physical touch.

If someone she doesn’t know gives her affectionate touches, it makes Caitlyn highly uncomfortable and peak hits of anxiety and panic in her mind. She will do anything to get away from that person as it is a severe intrusion upon her, and she does not believe these touches are privy to anyone but those she accepts it from.

Her aversion and starvation to touch go hand in hand. She is averse to anyone touching her, often moving away but those in her inner circle often see the affectionate and touch starved side of her.

#[ caitlyn headcanons ] — we will make a new plan we have to try .

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signshopjacksonville · 11 months ago

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ferinehuntress · 1 year ago

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― [ T ] OUCH AVERSE & TOUCH STARVED .

Caitlyn has a mixed struggle between being touch-adverse but also touch-starved.

However, Caitlyn is also touch-starved. Her mother rarely showed affection to her; often ruling more like a matriarch than a mother. And if her nannies or maids tried to show her affection, she would push it away because she wanted her mother's hug or touch! She did receive her fatherly affections; however, it wasn't often as he was so busy with work and business. It's why, when you join her inner circle Caitlyn can become very affectionate in her touches. A brush against the cheek, fingers brushing through your hair, a hug, or a kiss (in romantic situations), often displays affection because she thrives on physical touch.

If someone she doesn't know gives her affectionate touches, it makes Caitlyn highly uncomfortable and peak hits of anxiety and panic in her mind. She will do anything to get away from that person as it is a severe intrusion upon her, and she does not believe these touches are privy to anyone but those she accepts it from.

Her aversion and starvation to touch go hand in hand. She is averse to anyone touching her, often moving away but those in her inner circle often see the affectionate and touch starved side of her.

#[ caitlyn headcanons ] — we will make a new plan ; we have to try .

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ferinehuntressmoved · 1 year ago

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☾ * ― [ T ] OUCH AVERSE & TOUCH STARVED .

Caitlyn has a mixed struggle between being touch-adverse but also touch-starved.

Her aversion and starvation to touch go hand in hand. She is averse to anyone touching her, often moving away but those in her inner circle often see the affectionate and touch starved side of her.

#headcanons — we will make a new plan ; we have to try .

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daddynews247 · 1 year ago

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Australia was eliminated from the World Cup semifinals by a dropped catch by Virat Kohli

Gautam Gambhir’s astounding statement

Are Australia’s semi-final ambitions dashed with the setback to India? Gautam Gambhir offers a strong opinion. Australia’s ODI Cricket World Cup campaign began with a loss to hosts India, led by Pat Cummins. The Indian cricket team’s spin troika trapped the great Australians in a spin web when they could only manage 199 batting first.

They were still in with a chance after dismissing three Indian hitters, including Rohit Sharma, in the first two overs. India could have been four down in the eighth over but for Mitchell Marsh’s costly miss. Josh Hazlewood surprised Virat Kohli with a short ball on the third ball of the over, which he top-edged.

Mitchell Marsh dashed from mid-wicket but couldn’t hold on to the ball as the wicketkeeper approached. That dip eventually proved costly. Former India captain Gautam Gambhir believes Australia’s missed opportunity would cost them the World Cup.

“If India had been 10-4 or 20-4, they would have been under a lot of pressure.” With a hitter like Kohli out, India would have struggled to chase down the score. So, not only did Australia lose the match because of that dropped catch, but they may have also forfeited a place in the semi-finals,” Gambhir said.

It’s possible that Australia won’t make it to the semifinals of the World Cup because of this missed catch, which makes the competition so competitive. The games Australia has left against the best teams will be must-win affairs after their defeat to India.”

In the meantime, in the Indian team’s inaugural World Cup match against Australia, Virat Kohli unleashed his inner champion with a masterful 85 to steer them through rough waters and into a six-wicket triumph. While they were chasing a 200-run goal in 41.2 overs, Kohli found a reliable ally in the ultra-cool KL Rahul (97 not out off 115 balls) during their match-winning partnership of 165.

Following their return to the pavilion without bothering the scorers, three Indian top-order hitters formed a dubious partnership. However, India’s spinners share equal blame for their two points. When knocking the Australians out for 199 in 49.3 overs, Ravindra Jadeja (3/28 in 10 overs), Kuldeep Yadav (2/42 in 10 overs), and Ravichandran Ashwin (2/34 in 10 overs) made their lives miserable.

However, in the first three overs, Josh Hazlewood and Mitchell Starc were sharp, walking back Ishan Kishan, Rohit Sharma, and Shreyas Iyer for ducks, and the scoreboard showed a woeful 2/3. With a daring drive past bowler Hazlewood that was worth a million dollars, the bold Kohli, who makes Indian fans fall in love with him all over again, displayed the first signs of a comeback.

Perceiving that the ball was not approaching the bat, Kohli, instead of staying anchored to the crease, gently moved his front foot over and displayed the entire face of the bat.

Even though India was still in danger, everything seemed normal at that moment. But it very easily could have been 4 for 12 in no time at all.

A running-in Mitchell Marsh missed his mark as the ball slid through his hand, but Kohli misplayed a pull shot off Hazlewood.

In such events, a little bit of luck is always necessary, as Skipper Rohit mentioned, and Marsh’s massive gaffe was just the cherry on top for the hosts at that particular moment.

Relieved that the target was not too high, Kohli and Rahul concentrated on reassembling the innings with singles and twos.

It was evidence of his fitness that, in his 116-ball knock, 61 of his runs came from singles and doubles.

He didn’t strike a boundary for almost 50 deliveries until Cameron Green’s military medium pace was applied; two of his paddles deliveries were mockingly nipped away.

Kohli hit a slow bouncer from Pat Cummins towards deep mid-wicket after he reached 50 off 75 balls.

During Kohli’s 70s batting innings, Starc struck him squarely on the helmet with a short delivery. A square-driven four two balls after a concussion test confirmed that “Batter Kohli” is a tough opponent to destabilise.

Hazlewood discovered Marnus Labuschagne after Kohli’s pull off when it appeared like he was coasting to his 48th ODI century.

#cricket #sports #Australia #Virat Kohli #Team India #World Cup

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 3 years ago

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I forgot if I sent this request? But Zhongli breeding his bunnyperson lover while they’re in heat?? pleaseee?

Ask and ye shall receive! Yeah, this was the first zhongli breeding request I got so(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

Dragon at the Top, Rabbit at the Bottom Summary: The first time you invite Zhongli to join you in your heat, he had ran away, years later him joining you for your heat was something that was established without any need for a contract.

As the God of Marriage and Harvest, you had no shortage of followers and worshippers. This abundance had greatly contributed to your survival during the Archon Wars and the subsequent fall out of the Tragedy of Khaenri’ah. Of course, your affair with the God of Contracts and Lord of Geo had contributed to your continued survival as the Ancestor of the Rabbit Clan, and Liyue’s God of Marriage and Harvest.

Though you had no qualms in displaying your indomitable strength to those who would challenge you, your lazy nature and natural rabbit inclinations had led you to be neutral towards worldly affairs. In a sense, you had only interacted with the mortal world and fellow gods on a work basis, in mortal terms you were a workaholic god. Where others would have been dissuaded by your nature, Morax had been enamored.

To him, you were dedicated to your worshippers and followers. Your good work ethic was a reflection of your appreciation for following contracts. Simply put, in Morax’ eyes you had no discernable faults thus you were desirable as a lover.

The memory of him appearing right before you in that bamboo forest was one of your most interesting memories. Primarily because it was the first time you had ever seen a dragon come into a rabbit’s den in the middle of their heat. It had brought you endless amusement, seeing Morax’ calm serene eyes marred with panic once the scent of your head began to permeate the air of your den.

The outer sleeves of your hanfu had slipped over, revealing the smooth expanse of your skin, a solid evidence of your life that was devoid of hardships. At the same time it was an evidence of your strength that no one had ever been able to over power you. Your long silk like hair was spread out on the soft cool wood of your den’s floor.

“To what great pleasure, do I owe the Geo Archon to have come to my abode without any invitation?” You greeted him, eyes half-lidded with lust as you maintained control of your lucidity.

“That-I-” Morax stammered as he tried to look away from your enticing form that was sprawled out elegantly on what he could only surmise as your nest, “I would like to invite you to see the first lantern rite with me...however I had been re-” His words faded as his eyes were drawn to the rustle of clothes.

Your inner sash was untangled causing your inner robe to slip down and reveal the smooth expanse of your chest, twin red peaks perked up as you smiled at him, “You were?”

“I wasn’t aware that it was your heat…” He gulped and averted his eyes, the red tips of his ears were the only indication that he was embarrassed.

“I apologize for the intrusion, I’ll be taking my leave.”

“I would not mind if Lord Morax would stay and...help me out in my heat?” You had teasingly offered him, your red eyeliner and red lips added to your seductive charm, the twitch of your long black ears gave you a playful look.

“...” His eyes widened before he abruptly turned around and left in a hurry.

You blinked, surprised at his action before your loud laughter echoed in your den. You sank in your soft nest and hoped to see that sort of expression on his face once more.

In his abode, Morax tried to calm his racing heart, he could feel the heat on his face and the slight hardness in his dick. It was the first time he had ever been exposed to such a potent scent of heat.

“Things must be done in order…” He reminded himself as he tried to banish away the images of your alluring half-naked body from his mind.

And yet as he uttered those words, Morax could not help but remember your soft teasing voice inviting him to experience worldly pleasures. Your soft laughter and this hidden side of you somehow tickled his heart.

Liyue, 3600 Years Later

The soft moans and distinct sound of flesh slapping could be heard loud and clear within the halls of your residence. You made no effort to stifle the sounds of pleasure that Zhongli easily coaxed from your mouth. Your hair was in disarray, a tangled mess that only served to make your naked body even more erotic in Zhongli’s eyes.

Your nipples were red and wet from Zhongli’s earlier ministrations, he was truly good with using his mouth not only in sharing Liyue’s history but also in his ability to apply the exact amount of pleasure necessary to make you come from his bite alone. The twitch of your black rabbit ears with each hard thrust of Zhongli’s hip made him aware of how much you were feeling.

His thick monstrous cock was scraping the insides of your slutty hole, making you arch your body from the pleasure that emanated from each thrust that hit your sensitive spot. Your nails dragged a long line of scratch on Zhongli’s back as you came from another bout of pleasure, instinct driving you to clamp on Zhongli’s cock to ensure that his seed would be buried deep inside you.

You felt his arms hold you as your body was lifted from the soft floor of your nest. The sudden change in position gave you a micro orgasm as the head of his cock brushed past your sensitive spot.

“Why haven’t you come yet?�� You mumbled in his ear, softly whining from the lack of his thick come filling you.

You felt, rather than saw, his smirk as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. His dragon part took over from his human self as he answered, “You know that this year’s heat is more potent than the last, if I spilled all of my seed inside you right now you would definitely end up pregnant, my dear.”

His sharpened nails softly went down your back, before settling on your ass cheeks and spreading it, Zhongli continued speaking, “Or is it that you want to bear my children now? Would you like that, changing from the God of Marriage and Harvest into the God of Marriage and Childbirth?”

His soft sultry voice made your insides twitch in interest, your breathing becoming hard as the next onslaught of heat came again.

“Shut u-!”

Zhongli had lifted you up and slammed you into his dick, causing you to moan and once again sink into the haze of lust. Saliva dripped down the sides of your mouth as Zhongli repeatedly slammed you, in time with him raising his hips, into his cock doubling the pleasure you felt with each thrust that had you moaning lewdly.

Each thrust had you begging him for more, uncaring of the lewd face you were making which was a far cry from your usual composed face. You no longer knew nor cared for what you were asking from Zhongli, your mind was only focused on his thick cock that repeatedly slammed inside you, hitting your sensitive spot again and again, each thrust throwing your mind deeper into the haze of lust.

Zhongli’s grunts and moans mixed with the squelch of your wet hole as his cock impaled you again and again, scraping your insides and making you long for the feeling of his thick seed.

His hand went up to your tail and squeezed it, making you moan louder just as he thrusted into you before letting a thick load of cum inside your hole right as you came. You cried his name, your arms reaching out for him, wanting to be held as you rode out your orgasm.

And Zhongli, the perfect lover that he was, obliged and held you close to his chest. Opting to rest for a moment as he kept his cock sheathed inside you. He kissed you softly on your mouth while his hands wandered through the smooth expanse of your body feeling its softness before it settled in the dip of your waist.

“Mhmm...You’re already loose enough for my next form…” Zhongli told you and you hummed softly, baring your neck as you felt him transform his body to ensure that he would be able to breed you.

Had you been outside your heat, you would have flushed over Zhongli’s handsome form, one he wore in public as Rex Lapis, but with the heat clouding your reason you could only position yourself invitingly to him. Spreading your legs wide and lewdly inviting him to take you, to breed you with all his might.

Gone was the mortal shell he wore, adorned on top of his head were two horns, his pupils had turned into the slits of a dragon, his teeth had gone sharp, his hand up until his forearm had turned into the smooth scale of a dragon.

His dick had grown thicker and longer, split into two and both were leaking thick droplets of cum that had you biting your lips in anticipation.

“Yánwáng Dìjūn” You called him sweetly, arms outstretched for an embrace and Zhongli sank into your wet hole and into your embrace.

He inhaled the scent of your heat and pheromones that smelled like sandalwood, a comforting scent that never went away from the days before the Archon Wars and its aftermath. This was your scent that never failed to bring him peace, an everlasting scent that lingered for decades.

He moaned at the clench of your hole, biting your neck as your sharp nails dragged long lines on his back. He kissed the spot he bit as your legs hugged his waist, the sensation of his two dicks scraping your insides as it gushed out slick only served to fuel your libido.

Each thrust of his hip brought you immense pleasure, hitting your sensitive spots that had you losing yourself to the haze of lust. Everything in you felt on fire as Zhongli gripped your waist, thrusting his two thick and long cocks inside you again and again all the way. His balls slapping your buttocks making obscene sounds as your wet cavern squelched from the combined liquid of your slick and Zhongli’s previous cum. The sudden loss of his cock filling you inside went unnoticed as he turned you around to lay on your stomach, ass up and presenting your wet and loose hole that was dripping his and your cum into the silk sheets of your nest.

“Yánwáng Dìjūn?”

It was all you could say before you moaned loudly from the force of his dicks slamming inside you, making his thick load of cum from earlier spurt out of your hole.

“Fuwaaa~ahn!”Your broken moans only made him grip you tighter as you clung onto to sheets for your dear life, you felt your hole clench just as the comforting weight of his body enveloped your smaller frame.

His hand wandered to your chest, pinching and twisting your glistening and reddened nipples as his cocks repeatedly thrusted into you.

“Inside me-!” You moaned as Zhongli bit you and unloaded his thick white cum inside of you. The rest of his come dribbled down the insides of your things while some fell into a puddle below your hole.

Zhongli’s pants filled your ears as he gripped you into a hug. His hand then reached downwards to your hole, scooping some of his come into his hand and presenting it into your mouth.

You opened your mouth as his fingers went near and moaned as his fingers began fucking your mouth.

“As the new God of Childbirth, you have to lead by example” Zhongli whispered as you tasted his sweet cum in your tongue, he kissed the back of your neck, “Bear my children.”

Your hole twitched in interest, as you swallowed his cum. You reached for his cocks, noting that it was already hard again, perhaps it was the from the orgasm or maybe it was due to your heat but you found yourself uttering words you would never have dared,

“How bold, for a mere element like you that merely ascended by chance to demand such a thing from a God like me.”

Soon you found yourself being fucked once more, harder and faster, feeling Zhongli’s annoyance and even then you knew that he was still holding back. Nothing like the beast that he truly was beneath the years of knowledge he had gained from achieving the pinnacle of cultivation.

He chanted your name as he impaled his cocks in you again and again, making you throw away all your aloof dignity as you moaned and begged him for more, begging him to fill you up with his seed and show his might.

Zhongli didn’t stop thrusting as you came again and again from his cocks, he didn’t stop even when he came losing himself to the thought of breeding you and dominating you.

His cocks didn’t stop filling you and when your hole couldn’t take it anymore, he fucked your mouth, repeatedly thrusting his two cocks and spurting his come down your throat multiple times as your hole twitched from the jade pillar he had plugged it with to keep all his come inside.

Your face was stained with his come, some of it staining your hair. Your belly was filled with his come and Zhongli had shown no signs of stopping anytime soon. As you felt him come for the nth time you slowly felt your consciousness slip away, the edges of your vision darkening as you tasted the familiar sweet taste of his come fill your mouth.

‘Ah~ I really provoked this dragon this time~’ You thought with mild amusement.

You were quite sure that once your heat was over, you would end up pregnant with his child.

When Spring arrived in Liyue, the entirety of Liyue Harbor found the esteemed consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Zhongli, holding a visibly pregnant lady in his arms. Their belly was large and round, showing despite the considerably loose hanfu they wore but the most eye catching part was the possessive and caring way Mr. Zhongli cared for his pregnant spouse.

From the tips of their inky black hair to the pearls and gems that adorned their rabbit ears, the citizens of Liyue knew that Mr. Zhongli would have a litter of children. He had after all impregnated the most and highly esteemed race descended from Liyue’s God of Harvest and Marriage.

Unbeknownst to the town people, and only known to those who had a sharp sense of smell, the state of your pregnancy did nothing to stop Zhongli from breeding you repeatedly every night, everyday and in every opportunity that was presented to him. Even now as he assisted you in taking your daily walk in the boulevard, Zhongli was pleased by the flush on your cheeks.

It was after all the sign of you feeling the slow drip of his come from him fucking you earlier in one of Liyue’s seedy alley. His adepti powers concealing the act from everyone.

“I can’t wait once you give birth” He whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind.

Your heat was long over, but the feeling of his cock as he discreetly rubbed it against your ass made you feel like it had returned.

“Mmmm...it’s going to be a long winter then…” You replied absentmindedly as you leaned on his chest. You felt your hole twitch in interest as Zhongli’s hand slipped underneath your skirt, you bit back a moan, pretending that nothing lascivious was happening. Idly, as Zhongli began preparing you for another round of breeding, you remembered that dragons had heats too.

And as you felt his cocks enter you easily, you lost your train of thought and fell into the haze of pleasure as Zhongli fucked you again.

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #R-18

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georgeandiareinparis111 · 3 years ago

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My marks (George x reader)

Warnings: insecurity-hating your stretch marks- ngl, this is pretty self degrading-happy ending tho

A/n: oof, okie. I kinda wrote this for me at first. This is an insecurity that I really struggle with and I just needed something to help me. I realized that I’m not alone and that other people feel this way too. I hope this helps you if you need it.

Your sat on the bathroom counter, legs spread and fingers Delicately tracing over the stretch marks that Adorn your inner thighs. You find yourself here a lot, trying to love the artwork that’s been permanently etched into your skin. You’ve been trying for what seems like forever now, you’re starting to think that there is just no love saved up for them and that you’ll continue to cridge whenever you get a glimpse of them in the mirror.

You first noticed them when you were ten, you gained a little weight in your thighs when you started puberty but didn’t think much of it until one summer day when you went to put on your swimsuit. Whilst you were slipping it on, you saw the jagged stripes moving upwards on your thighs, it scared you. Insecurity followed almost eminently, causing you to take your swimsuit off and skip the walk to the lake with your friends.

Everything changed for you that day. You started to notice how other girls’ upper legs were smaller than yours, and how their waist and hips were Curvier. You wanted that, you wanted what the models on the covers of magazines had, all the fake stuff that you failed to realize was, as said, fake.

When they handed you your uniform when you started your first year at Hogwarts, you almost burst into tears at the sight of the neatly folded skirt on the top of your pile. You hated skirts, they always rode up your legs when you sat down, your marks on full display to whoever was sitting next to you. Meeting the twins, George specifically, didn’t make your feelings toward yourself any better. George Weasley was your first real crush, a lot of girls liked him, a lot of girls that had your desired body.

Why would he want someone like me? Why does he even talk to me? Are just some of the thoughts that would go through your head when you saw the redhead walking towards you. You two kicked it off quite well and are now best friends, he even asked you out to the yule ball. One thing led to another and you’ve now been in a happy relationship for almost a year.

When George looks at you, he sees perfect in its Entirety, beautiful, amazing. He sees the complete opposite of what you see, gross, ugly, unworthy of him and his love. He would never understand how you feel. Contrary to what you believe, George knows how you feel about yourself, he’s seen the way you look yourself up and down when you catch your reflection in a mirror, or how you avoid looking at your lower half when you get out of the shower.

He hates it, the fear of making you feel worse about yourself is the only thing keeping him from making it a topic of conversation. He wishes that you could see what he does when you look in the mirror, beauty at its most pure and organic form, Like the flower that you hear him call you so often, his flower.

Nothing is stopping him from walking into your dorm at this exact moment, the same moment that a single tear rolls down your cheek. “Y/n?!” He calls your name, you try to stop crying but you can’t. You let out a broken sob, alerting him from the other room, compelling him to lightly knock on the door.

“Darling?” He slowly opens the door, seeing you makes his heart break into a million pieces, your face in your hands, body shaking with each sob. He makes his way over to where you sit, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug “What’s the matter, my flower?” He whispers into the top of your head “M-my marks, Georgie” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet with his concerned and worry filled eyes. “Marks?” You nod your head, looking back down into your lap. He tried to come up with what you could be talking about, then he looked down at your legs. “Oh”

He kisses the top of your head, rubbing a tear that starts to fall down your face “There beautiful” You scoff, shaking your head “No, no there not” You hop off the counter, going out into your dorm and slipping on a pair of sweatpants, before flopping down on your bed. George follows you out, sitting on the edge of your bed “Yes they are” He says, rubbing up and down your leg.

“No! Fuck George, they’re horrible! I hate them so much” He goes silent “Why? Why do I have these things all over me? Why can’t I just be normal like all the other girls in this fucking school? Why do you even like me?!” He just looks at you, his eyes start to water at the realization that he’s failed to make you feel beautiful like he should.

He takes your hand bringing it up to his lips and kisses every knuckle, before sighing deeply “These marks are like artwork” He says, getting in between your legs “A beautiful piece of work that should be displayed in every museum across the globe” “W-what are you doing?” You ask as he starts taking your sweats off “Trust me” He looks into your eyes, pure love and admiration radiating from them.

You nod your head, lifting your hips so he can easily take your pants off. He starts kissing your calves, moving down your leg to your inner thigh, kissing every individual scar. “I love them, you know, no one’s stretch marks are the same. They make a person’s body Unique to them” He switches legs, giving the same attention to the left one. You run your fingers through his hair, getting a rush of serotonin from all the attention and love that he’s giving you.

“You’re so beautiful, but I like you because of you. Every time I hear your laugh I fall harder, everything about you is so perfect” He moves above you, kissing you gently as if you would break if he touched you too harshly.

“Thank you, Georgie” “You’re welcome, my love, do you feel any better” You think for a second, did it? Did all the pain and discomfort that you feel about yourself just disappear? No, not all of it, it's gonna take time but you know that George will help you get through it.

“A little bit” He smiled, kissing you lightly “Good”

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

This is my secret Santa story for @storiesofthefandomlovers for the Pedro’s 12 days of Christmas! I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS Charlie!!

A/N: Thank you to my darling @yespolkadotkitty & @justanotherblonde23 for beta reading! You guys are the best!!

Pairing: Javier Pena x F! Reader

Warning: 18 + ONLY (Oral M & F receiving, light cum play, p in v sex, language)

Word Count: 3.2 K

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Javier was exhausted. The sweat from the never relenting heat stuck to him like a second skin; he smelled like leather and cigarette smoke. He flicked the butt out the window and rolled it up before turning off the jeep. He sighed; looking at the blinking red numbers on the clock it was well past midnight, and he had missed Christmas Eve.

Although it was late, the city was alive. Candles adorned in red and white flickered against the windows and the church he drove past swelled with the music and life of people attending midnight mass.

He opened the door and gazed up at his apartment. The same flickering candles adorned his own window and he let out a soft smile, thinking of you. How the hell he got so lucky he would never understand. You had met one afternoon at the markets, Javier had been chasing a sicario through the bustling streets and literally crashed head first into you, letting out a frantic apology and taking off again. You had never expected to see him after that, but the next weekend he was there almost waiting, watching for something.

Or as you came to learn someone, you.

He had apologized and asked you out for drinks, which then led to dinner and the most mind-blowing sex of your life. It should have just been a one night stand but you both became addicts like those of the drug he spent his life hunting, in thrall; searching for your next fix.

Javier was not a man that believed he deserved love. One night after another passionate affair, you both lay breathless, and as the curl of smoke from his cigarette lingered in the air, he told you about his job.

The men he hunted, the death and destruction he had seen and even been subjected too. “To catch bad people, you have to do bad things,” he had once said, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your hair. He quietly inhaled the sweet scent of citrus and flowers that clung to you and left his pillow with the faint scent of your locks. You understood right then that he loved you. That giving up that part of himself he kept so buried and hidden in his heart was his way of showing you that he’d relinquished his heart to you.

Six months into your endeavor and your work was shot up by sicarios going after your boss for making a bad deal with the Narcos. Javier had busted down the door wearing that bulletproof vest and shooting anyone in his path to get to you. He was a man possessed. When his hand intertwined in your own he used his own body to shield you to safety. Not giving a shit about the world watching, he devoured your lips against the side of the van, his hands tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer. “Te amo,” he whispered against your lips.

Murphy’s gentle touch on his shoulder shattered the glass and he pressed his forehead into your own, eyes closed breath hollow. “I love you,” you whispered against his lips and he pulled you tighter to his chest. Almost tight enough to be painful but you wouldn’t have pulled away for the world. How a man who chased down Narcos, carried a gun, could make you feel so safe was a question for another day.

That night he took you home to his place where he reminded you what he struggled so much to say. That he loved you.

His tongue and lips clamped down onto your aching clit as his fingers worked you through your third orgasm. The pleasure was blinding as he sucked and fucked you with his tongue. And when he slid his cock inside you, tears landed gracelessly on your face as he thrust slowly and achingly into you. You reach up and place your hands on his face, neither of you needing to speak; only needing the gentle touch of the other to ground you. And when he came inside you, groaning as his eyes stayed locked on your own, clenching around him, you knew that this was it. No one in the world would ever compare to Javier Peña.

After that night you didn’t return home to your apartment, except to pack and give your notice. Javi, Steve, and Connie helped you move your things into his apartment and nothing was ever said again.

Javier stared at the flickering candlelight and sighed - he should have been home hours ago, but paperwork and the never ending bureaucratic bullshit of the embassy had kept him late. Even Steve had gone home early, although he had a child so he had more of a reason - but still. Christmas was the time to be with family and even though it was small, you were his family.

Javier crossed the street and climbed the stairs two at a time, reaching the door in record time. He unlocked the door and quietly stepped inside. Putting his keys in the blue and white ceramic bowl you bought at the market a couple of weeks ago and taking off his shoes next to the small pile. The light flickered from the TV in the living room, sounds of an over the top telenovela wafting through the space. Over the top of the couch sat a red and white novelty Santa hat and Javier smiled until the hat moved. He approached cautiously coming around the couch; breath catching and cock hardening at the site.

You were sprawled out on the couch Santa hat laying precariously on your head. One of his white button-up shirts unbuttoned and underneath peek-a-booed a red lingerie set lined with white fur trim. The crotch missing from the panties, your cunt on full display for him, and glistening in the flickering light from the candles. All clipped carefully into the white garter belt and stockings ending with the sharp black heels with a large gold buckle. The gift you had teased him on the phone with hours ago laid out before him. Waiting to be unwrapped.

He slowly peeled off his leather jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall onto the couch, pulling off his socks and tossing them. Javi uncrossed your ankles and gently placed your feet a bit wider giving him room to drop to his knees before you. He licked his lips as he watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. He scooted closer and placed a warm hand on your inner thigh, kissing the skin over the stockings gently. Taking the time to worship your thighs and legs that he adored before moving closer to your heat. Taking one finger he gently ran it through your folds, collecting your slick and putting it in his mouth, sucking it off the moisture, and groaning in delight at the sweetness.

Never taking his eyes off you, he nudged his sharp nose against your clit as he tasted you with his tongue. Flat wide strokes before circling your nub with the tip of his tongue and back again.

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You groan in your sleep and move to turn when he grabs hold of your thigh keeping you spread before him. Your eyes snap open and make contact with his own as his lips suck your clit into his mouth while he works one finger into you. Inch by inch until you are quivering beneath him, he adds a second finger and curls them hitting that spongy part inside you that causes you to see stars.

“Javi?” you question as his tongue works you again with wide broad strokes soaking up all your sweetness. His fingers sound obscene with how wet you are as he pumps them into your aching pussy.

He pulls away and grins, “Yes, honey? This is my present, no? It’s Christmas morning after all,” he teases before plundering your cunt with his tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back into your head when he groans and the vibrations send a shockwave through your body. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, and Javi works you through it adding a third finger and curling them into you as you pulse and clench around him.

“Javier!” you scream and dig your fingers tugging hard on his short locks. He pulls away and you watch as he sucks all of your juices off his fingers, pulling each one out with a pop.

“Merry Christmas baby,” he grins at you before moving up your body and kissing you gently, tasting the sharp tang of yourself on his tongue. His hands continue running up and down your thighs over the stockings. “Why don’t we move into our bedroom and I can unwrap the rest of my gift?” You can only nod as he takes your ankles in his hand and flips the clasp on the left heel pulling it off and carelessly throwing it to the floor. He repeats with the other shoe and then he is pulling you up from the couch and tossing you over his shoulder. You squeal in delight and hang on to him, and he chuckles before tossing you onto the bed, your breasts bouncing in the tight fabric. His hands move to unclasp the garter from the stockings and you grab his hand and push it away. Sitting up, you remove his shirt and throw it, taking his jeans in your hands and unbuttoning them, and dragging down the zipper. Your finger runs along his cock as it springs free from the confines of his jeans. Dropping to your knees and looking up at him through your lashes he smiles down at you. “I want to taste you, Javi, is that ok?”

“Shit...cariño that is more than oka-” his voice cracks on the last syllable as you take just the tip past your lips, running your tongue in small circles. You reach for his hands and place them gently on your head and he groans, his head dropping back as he pushes you further down onto his cock. He takes his time and inches himself deeper and deeper into your mouth as his breathing gets heavier. One of your hands comes up to massage his balls and the other grabs his ass tightly as he pants. You hollow your cheeks, tongue running up and down as he hits the back of your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you gag a little, tears beginning to pool in the corner of your eyes as he fucks your mouth.

“Fuck, I love your mouth...shit.. I’m close.”

You pull him deeper into your mouth and he whimpers as you press and swirl your tongue around the tip, using your hand to pump him in time with your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens and he pulls you all the way forward, choking you on his cock. His hot, salty cum coats your tongue as he climaxes with a groan.

You swallow every last drop and open your mouth to show him, “Such a good girl,” he praises and lifts you to your feet. He kisses you deeply and you sigh as his hands roam over your skin, warm to the touch. “Sit down on the bed,” he instructs and you do so, “now let’s unwrap the rest of my gift shall we…”

He moves to his knees and spreads your legs to lay between them. Hands coming around to unclasp your bra and pull it away. He places gentle kisses on your hard nubs, his mustache scratching lightly against your flesh. “Fuck... this is the greatest gift I’ve ever received cariño.” Taking one nipple in his mouth he bites down gently and pulls out; you gasp at the feeling.

“Javi...please,” you beg, hands running through his hair as he takes his sweet time worshipping your breasts. His other hand kneading the other as he keeps his full attention on your nipples. The way he bites you will for sure have marks in the morning, but Javi loves marking you, claiming you as his own. Especially the visual ones, your neck is usually covered in love bites, letting all the men at work know who you belonged to.

He switches his attention to the other breast and you drop your head back feeling a familiar rush of slick between your thighs. Javi chuckles against your nub and rubs his face between your breasts, his mustache scratching at the skin before he places a kiss between them. “Look at me, Cariño.” The words like honey on his tongue and you are aching for it.

Slowly, you bring your head back up and watch as he never breaks eye contact, snapping the locks from the garter. He sits back on his ankles and puts your foot against his chest, exposing your dripping pussy for him. He starts from the top and slowly rolls down the white stocking his lips trailing behind pressing wet kisses to your skin as he slides them off and tosses them behind him. He moves to the other leg and repeats the process, taking his time to lightly nip and run his tongue over your flesh.

He digs his fingers into the silky material of the garters and pulls them and your panties off leaving you completely bare before him and at his mercy. “Fuck,” he murmurs staring, “You’re perfect, cariño.”

Taking your hands, he intertwines your fingers and pulls you down to kiss him. Running his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. His tongue snakes his way inside your mouth and he licks. You’re drunk off the taste of coffee and cigarettes; it’s distinctly Javi.

“Come with me,” he whispers against your lips and pulls you to stand before him. Taking your hand he leads you to the shower and turns on the water. “I need to shower, and I would really love for you to join me.” You nod and he pulls you in for another deep kiss. He tugs you under the hot spray of the water, his mouth open as he sucks on your neck, pulling you into his chest. His cock is hard and pushing into your ass. He reaches around you and grabs the body wash squeezing a glob into his hands and working it before he rubs it all over you. Although he is cleaning you, you feel even fucking dirtier as his hands rub between your thighs. You turn in his arms and connect your mouths, biting down on his lower lip as he groans. You take the soap from his hands and run it over his broad shoulders, chest, and lower, taking him in your hands.

His forehead drops to your shoulder and he groans as you pump him a few times. “Turn around,” he groans and pushes your chest into the wall. You shiver at the change in temperature. He gently nudges your legs apart and you feel him; thick and hot against your leg. “I want to fuck you, cariño,” his voice deep and husky.

“Then do it, mi amor” you whisper, and he wastes no time sliding inside of you, inch by glorious inch. Your forehead lays against the tile, and your hands spread out. His fingers leave imprints on your hips as he pushes all the way in and seats you on his cock.

“Fuck,” he pants, “always so tight for me.” He starts slow dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in, slowly driving you insane as he hits that delicious spot inside of you.

“More, Javi, please,” you beg and he speeds up his thrust. The slap of skin on skin is almost drowned out by the water still pouring over you. He’s sure to leave bruises as he sets a punishing pace, slamming into you. One hand comes out and he starts rubbing circles on your clit, your hands tightening into fists and biting down hard on your lip to suppress your screams.

“Let go, cariño. I want to hear you,” you clench tighter around him and he moans cursing and rubbing you in time with each thrust until you are pushing his hand away and screaming against the tile. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” he praises in that deep, bedroom voice breaks you and you flood his cock, tightening around him as he cums inside you; his thrusts finally slowing until he’s pulling you back flush against him, cock still nestled inside.

The water turns to ice and you shout as he runs to quickly turn it off, both of you laughing against the wall. He slides out of you and watches as his cum drips out onto the floor, dipping his finger and pushing it back inside. “Come on baby, let’s go to bed,” he grabs two fluffy towels and wraps one around you and the other around his waist, leading you both back to the bed. You dry off as best you can before dropping it and getting back under the covers, pulling Javier closer.

He nuzzles into your neck and inhales deeply before sighing, “I will never get enough of you,” he places a kiss below your ear and envelopes you. “Tomorrow...well today I am going to give you some real Christmas magic, cariño.”

“Oh yeah? What are your plans for me Agent Peña?” you tease.

“I’m going to kiss you under the mistletoe like all those corny Christmas movies you watch, just wait, cariño, this will be a Christmas you won’t soon forget.”

“I love you, Javier,” you whisper into the dark and he returns the sentiment with his arms wrapped tight around you.

The next morning you wake up the same way you did the night before, with Javier’s tongue buried inside your pussy. “Oh my God, Javi!” you scream as his tongue wraps tightly around your clit, two fingers pumping you through your orgasm. You feel yourself shattering around him and gushing on his fingers, his tongue eagerly licking up your juices.

You moan and push at his head, fingers digging into the soft curls of his hair, tugging him off. He smiles at you from between your thighs, his mustache glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

Kissing his way up your chest and nipping at one of your nipples, he reaches for his cigarettes on the nightstand, lighting up and taking a long drag. “You know when you told me you wanted to kiss me under the mistletoe, I thought you might mean in a doorway and my lips,” you tease.

“Well, technically, it was still your lips, just on your pussy not your mouth, and we still did it under the mistletoe.” You laugh as he points up and you see the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above your bed.

He grins at you and takes another pull, the smoke curling up. “Then … do I also get to kiss you under the mistletoe, Javier?” you reach for his jeans and unbuckling them.

He puts out the cigarette and pushes his jeans off the rest of the way, grinning “Well, tis the season.”

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deepseavibez · 3 years ago

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Drowning Too Deep_2.2 || KNJ || JHS

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Drowning Too Deep [Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader]

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Genre - Established!Boyfriend(s) au; Poly;

Summary - Alone at home, nothing but thoughts, pent up emotions, roaming fingers and a wild imagination... that is... until your boyfriends catch you in the act.

Word Count - 1.6k

🎶 - Hold On, We're Going Home - Drake, Majid Jordan

Uncharted territory. This was unchartered territory - Hoseok

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Joon was familiar. Joon and his workaholic tendencies. Joon and his interesting choice of words. Joon with his need to be responsible and logical and… Joon.

Y/n was not Joon. She worked, but played just as hard. She got his words but simplified it. She was responsible and equally as reckless. She was something Hobi couldn't imagine not being around.

It had been a while since Joon and Hobi had come out as bisexual and their relationship was known, subtle touches and handholding, stolen kisses, a normalcy. RM belonged to the stage, Joon belonged to the group, his friends and his family, Namjoon - - Namjoon was his.

Yes, sunshine was Hobi's nickname. He was optimistic and he smiled more than everyone else. The world had so much hope left, and everyone needed time to make choices, and things were meant to be. Hobi would be the first to drive that point home.

But everyone had different sides to themselves.

When the sun shined, there was always a shadow behind it. Jhope, Hoseok, Hobi, they were different people. But all had light and darkness. All agreed Y/n was his too.

It felt like weird at first, like a tendril curling around him, not only in his heart, made his eyes flash, nostrils flare, hands curl into fists in attempt to dissipate the ball tempting urge to punch the male that currently hung over Y/n.

But even Hobi wasn't completely clueless. This surge of violence he never thought himself to be capable of, had reason. A plausible one in fact. Joon was always his but Y/n, she needed to be made his.

She had choices, a few bridges to cross, a whole other life thousands of miles away from Seoul. Something solid would have him more at ease. Like the emerald cut on her left hand, that caught the light, a matching band of the same colour right next to his ring from Namjoon.

Hobi wanted to mark her. Stamp his name on her heart. Show her off to the world. Make it known that she was taken. She was shared between two men that shared only with each other.

It was new, for all of them. Hobi and Joon worked as equals, switched when required. But with Y/n something altogether different fabricated itself to them. Joon was in charge out in the world. Whereas Hobi realized he loved being in charge in their relationship.

And Y/n made things so easy; she went with the flow, got on her knees when he asked, teased because she knew it got him buzzing. She reacted to his commands, mentally and physically, moulded herself against his palm when it found the expanse of one of her buttcheeks, gave in when he growled into her ear - - she submitted, a gift she would never give anyone else.

Something ravenous awoke in Hobi that did not want to be quashed, or tamed. And it felt so right.

At home, Hobi cooked, expertly chopping up vegetables sometimes with no shirt, just to make his lovers hungry for dessert. He would put books and laptops away when it was too late, when work was too much. He didn't even bat an eye when he pulled them along to shower, stripping them of their clothes. He handed them their daily dose of coffee before they left the apartment. Hobi found them when they spiralled, Hobi pushed boundaries and limits and edged both his lovers to ecstasy, to submission. Namjoon led the front of their tightrope, Hoseok reared. Protective, possessive, rough when he needed to be.

It had everything to do with his lovers, their response to his demands, their reciprocation in feeding a side of him he grew to enjoy. He wanted them to look at his marks, where his fingers were too rough, and his teeth to hard, he wanted them to ache when they walked the next day, he needed to grab them by the throat and steal their breaths away from them with his lips.

His lovers were not easy though. Joon could top, could silently domineer, his fingers firm, his lips focused with intent, skilled in the most intimate places and he loved to play. Y/n revelled as a submissive. She knew how to get the blood rushing south in the bedroom and taking care of it innocently at first, and expertly as the time waned on. Outside of it, he couldn't be more proud of her. She may be dating two members of the group, but she made her way into the company on her own. Building herself up with experience, daring and a little more than needed independence she was her own person.

It was hard to grow accustomed to it at first. Her need to pay her bills and food. Her hours at work. Her routine between work and gym and her social life. She had friends that she texted everyday, a brother who visited and managed a side business with his I.T expertise and her social marketing know how, she held her family close to her heart and still found the most to give Joon and Hobi. She loved them without question, gave them space as they worked, was patient on tours, made long distance and close comfort worked as the need to adapt to either arose.

It was a no brainer. Why he had fallen for her. Why he'd chosen to risk it by talking to his boyfriend about it. Why he wanted her to be theirs. And there was no turning back from her, she was his, belonged to them, nothing in him would allow for any deviation from the certainty.

'Y/n, whose your friend?' Hoseok placed a hand at the small of her back and slowly curved his palm around her waist. The possessive hold was not lost on either of the receiving party.

Turning back to her friend after a subtle pointed look towards one of her boyfriends, she smiled easily, as she answered. 'Hobi, this is Julian, he works with me in California. He started leading two of my marketing teams once I transferred. Business and Publishing. He was the reason I can focus full time here.'

Julian pursed his lips, corners of his mouth curving upward in an attempt to be polite, he reached out a hand as he affirmed the introduction. 'Hobi.'

'Hoseok.' Hobi corrected firmly a cold smile gracing his features as he shook the hand of the male who still had his shoulder brushing up against his girlfriends.

The caucasian male in dark wash jeans and a black button down looked less than impressive next to Hobi's suit. But it didn't quell his energy, a comfortable air surrounding Y/n and Julian, his looks toward her more than friendly.

Looking at the hands they still had clasped, Y/n explained. 'He's visiting to update me.'

'That couldn't be done over the phone, or a zoom call.' Hobi licked his lips, and broke the handshake.

'Unfortunately, I needed to supply Y/n with information about her former departments, client confidentiality is important to us. We like to not have everything out in the open.'

This motherfucker.

Y/n's smile faltered at the underlying words. Opening her mouth to speak she was cut short as Hobi continued.

'You are obviously very capable, to be chosen to be in Y/n's position, and very trusted with your job and how you carry it out. But this is my world. Y/n is my fiance. And I assure you, Julian, she understands our lifestyle,' Hobis hand moved from Y/n's waist and followed the trail of Y/n's shoulder absently, an outward display in hold, 'so ofcourse, you don't have to.'

Julian's eyes blazed at the words thrown at him and to his credit, said nothing further.

Satisfied, Hobi pulled Y/n in for a hard kiss at her temple, whispered a soft 'Enjoy lunch' in her hair. If Y/n were in any other position she would have seen, the way Hobis eyes strayed to Julian above her head, the threat in them clear.

Pulling away, he loved how she chased him instinctively, his touch and his presence. It was a tiny movement, easily missed, unless you stood a few feet away from her.

That's my girl. His inner self preened in triumph, her reaction a proclamation to who she belonged to.

'To be so far away from your world of not-so-out-in-the-open, Julian, its not nice. You'll miss it if you don't get back soon.'

No hint of amusement this time, Hobi nodded his head instead of giving in to the urge to pull Y/n away from the male in front of him, righted his collar and scrunched his nose playfully at his fiance before being on his way.

He didn't look back. If he did, he wouldn't give her the freedom he knew she needed. He trusted her. Gave away parts of himself to her for safekeeping. Breathed as much life into her as he took away.

Y/n had been marked by his love. She had been wrapped in a blanket of Joons care. If she could navigate her way through not one but two, protective males that would use every word, every touch, their tongues to unashamedly win her over. She would handle this.

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vannahfanfics · 3 years ago

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Heavenly Bodies

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima

Additional Tags: Quirkless AU

Howdy, everyone! Today I have my story for the @ashidobigbang! I had the privilege of working with the wonderful @mallowfac, so be sure to go give her beautiful art some love!

The picturesque campus of U.A. High School was always abuzz with activity, even after the final bells rang to mark the end of the school day. As expected of the number-one high school in the district, the institution hosted a vast number of after-school sports and clubs, so much that it was almost unheard of for a student to be uninvolved in anything. Thus, even as the sun had sunk low across the sky, the halls were still packed with many students fervently discussing events and fundraising and planning, walking to and from their classrooms.

The exterior of the school was no exception; one would be hard pressed to find an empty sidewalk or field—except for today, when the American football team would be taking on the baseball team in an impromptu flag football game to determine once and for all the title of best sport. The halls and sidewalks and fields were abandoned, for the entire student body had crammed themselves within the confines of the spacious practice field nestled in the back corner of the campus. The baseball team had asserted that football was so easy that even they could do it, and the school had become divided on whether or not that was true.

“Kick their asses, Eijirou!” a particularly loud fan crowed from the top of the bleachers. He was standing tall, hands cupped around his mouth and stamping his feet as he cheered for the school’s idol and star quarterback. The bleachers sang with chants and stomps, trying desperately to smother the boos drifting from the opposite end of the field, where the baseball team’s supporters sat. Eijirou Kirishima, his grin blinding and his red hair gleaming in the spring sun, laughed nervously as praise was rained down upon him.

As Mina zeroed in on him in the lens of her binoculars, she knew she’d found her latest victim— er, recruit.

Mina Ashido was the president—and only member—of U.A.’s astronomy club. Well, it wasn’t technically a club yet since they needed two members for the administration to approve the application. An avid admirer of all things cosmological and an aspiring astronomer, Mina refused to allow her pride and joy to collapse before it had even begun. Thus, for the last few months, she’d been concocting hare-brained scheme after hare-brained scheme to recruit at least one more member and officially christen the U.A. Guild of Astronomers and Astrophysicists. All of her efforts, unfortunately, had crashed and burned brighter than a supernova.

At first, she’d just camped out in the hallways and leisure areas pitching her case and attempting to garner interest in the subject, but she’d been met with polite refusals or awkward avoidance. With so many extracurriculars available, sometimes drastic measures had to be taken to garner interest in a club— the Shakespearean drama club, for example, had performed Macbeth completely backwards in the courtyard, and their numbers had swelled immediately. Mina had cooked up a dramatic scheme of her own, which involved her running around the school screaming about a falling star and the end times. After inciting a mass school panic that led to a lockdown and police involvement, all Mina had managed to acquire was a fierce scolding, detention, and the label as a kook—not even one person expressed interest in joining her club even for the shits and giggles! No, it was clear that the inner workings of her mind were too sophisticated for humble high school students and staff, so she would have to try a more nuanced approach—manipulating the most vital high school variable: popularity.

Her first target had been gorgeous cheerleader and school sweetheart, Momo Yaoyorozu. Despite the stereotype that popular girls were great big bitches, Momo had been nothing but polite when refusing Mina, since her rigorous practice schedule would unfortunately not allow her to devote the time to the club it deserved (but they did regularly meet up for Sunday tea now!). The next one to fall into her crosshairs was the school heartthrob Shoto Todoroki. He’d entertained her for an afternoon, but he destroyed one of her very expensive telescopes while attempting a night viewing and she’d politely informed him that perhaps he wasn’t cut out for it. He didn’t seem too sad about it, though he did occasionally ask her how the recruiting was going when they met in the halls. Very sweet guy, but bless him, he was an airhead.

Thus, Mina had moved on to her next opportunity—the pride and joy of U.A.’s sports program, star American football player Eijirou Kirishima. Incredibly handsome, charismatic, and kind-hearted, Eijirou was beloved by everyone at U.A. If Mina managed to recruit him to her humble club, half the student body would be clamoring to join before it was printed in the school news the next day.

She snickered to herself as she watched him through her binoculars, hiding in the thick, leafy bushes lining the backside of the sports complex. Her cotton candy-colored hair blended well with the hydrangeas blooming amidst the emerald leaves, camouflaging her as she conducted her vital research. The redhead strode across the field with confidence, yet his sunny smile made him seem anything but arrogant. Though she couldn’t hear him, she could see his lips moving as he relayed orders to his team while they set up the play. The players seamlessly fell into an offensive stance, a testament to the faith they held in their captain—and how seriously he took their practice and performance.

A deep and bassy “huuuuup!” resounded through the field, and then the player hiked the ball. With a speed much at odds with his muscular frame, Eijirou took off down the field. Mina admittedly salivated a little as she watched his muscles ripple, his gray muscle tank displaying his biceps and triceps in mouthwatering detail. She could see the sweat shining on his skin and flicking from his hair as he whipped his head around to eye the ball that was sailing through the air toward him. The baseball team’s defense could only watch in awe as Eijirou leaped into the air over the endzone. The ball landed in his arms like it belonged there, his grip smug and sure as he landed in the touchdown zone. The supporting crowd erupted into deafening cheers, while Eijirou just smiled bashfully and gave a little wave.

Mina lowered her binoculars to compose herself, a blush dusting her cheeks. So effortless… And the crowd loves it! she thought in awe. No matter what, I have to get him to join the Astronomy Club! She snapped the binoculars back to her eyes, watching intensely. She really didn’t need to watch the entire game, but… damn, that was a mouthwatering piece of man. She had to find some way to entertain herself while she waited for the game to end and her chance to corner him to finally present itself.

Needless to say, the football team absolutely demolished the baseball team. The rival players marched back to their diamond in defeat along with their gaggle of supporters, while the crowd flooded the practice field to heft a very bemused but giddy Eijirou on their shoulders with chants of his name. They dunked the container of water over his head as soon as his feet touched the grass again, making him laugh jovially. Mina’s heart fluttered at the sound; his laugh was as sunny as the rest of him, so bright she almost felt the need to close her eyes. He was just blinding, like the most intense star.

And just like with a star, Mina gravitated toward him.

Eventually, the raucous crowd dispersed and the football team started heading to the locker rooms to change out of their sweaty gym gear. They came tromping onto the sidewalk, with Eijirou trailing in the rear dripping wet and trying to wring water out of his tank. Mina almost forgot to spring out of the bushes, too occupied with the planes of his abs being revealed each time he wrung the fabric. She remembered her mission just as he passed the hydrangea bush, and leaped out in front of him with a delighted trill.

“That was a wonderful game, Eijirou!” she squealed, throwing her arms up and hiking up one leg behind her in a cute little flourish. The redhead jumped back with a small gasp, startled by her sudden appearance and the leaves and hydrangea petals clinging to her clothes and the soft fibers of her pink hair. Once he recovered, however, he gave her a charming smile that nearly had her melting into a pile of space slush.

“Oh! Thanks. Hey, you’re, uh—” he snapped his fingers quickly as he struggled to recall her, then pointed his fingers at her in a gun-like shape once it clicked, “Mina Ashido! You have homeroom with Tsuyu from the Amphibian Care club. She talks about you when she helps run the concession stand sometimes!”

“That’s right! The one and only!” she chirped, trying to suppress the surge of anger at the fact that Tsuyu could recruit for her club about pet frogs and turtles but Mina couldn’t get one single underling. Not to worry; that will all change soon!

“This might be an odd question, but, uh… is there a reason you were hiding in the bushes?” he laughed awkwardly. Mina blushed when he leaned forward to gently brush the leaves and petals from her shoulders and hair, which made her short-circuit for a second. It was only when he looked at her inquisitively that her brain jump-started again.

“O-oh! I thought it would be fun to surprise you! Yanno, like in the movies where someone jumps out of a big ol’ birthday cake!” It was a bold-faced lie, but it wasn’t like she could tell him she was spying on him through binoculars while she schemed to reel him into her club. Trying to keep him from thinking too hard about it, she placed her hands on her hips and straightened up. “I watched your practice match with the baseball team and have decided that you’ll be a perfect fit for the Astronomy Club! So please join. <3”

Eijirou blinked owlishly at her, his bright red eyes swimming with confusion. He smiled bashfully, clearly trying not to let his utter perplexity show on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

“Well, um, I’m really not sure how you made that connection watching me play…”

“The inner workings of a woman’s mind are quite an enigma~” she hummed with a waggle of her finger. Eijirou only scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and jumped when she slapped her hand down on his shoulder. “Seriously! You seem like a great fit! Please consider at least trying it out for a little while?” She batted her eyelashes demurely; if nothing else, her womanly charms could entice the burly football player to at least humor her for a while.

Sure enough, a pink blush dusted across his cheeks and a bashful smile curled onto his lips.

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt checking it out… Stars are cool…”

“Fabulous!” she squealed, making Eijirou flinch again as she clapped her hands together and jumped up and down in elation. Even if Eijirou didn’t join permanently, just the rumor of his interest in her humble little club was liable to attract attention. “I know that you’re busy with football practice, so we’ll schedule club meetings on Friday afternoons when you don’t have them, okay?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I don’t want to inconvenience any—”

“Great! So it’s settled then! I’ll see you on Friday afternoon in Room 310!” With that, she jumped back into her bush, leaving Eijirou staring at the quivering leaves in confusion. Through the gaps in the branches, she saw him open and close his mouth like he wanted to say something, look around and then up at the sky with a pensive look, and then smile with a shrug of his shoulders. Mina clutched her binoculars to her chest as a smile bloomed on her own lips, but one of satisfaction. Surely this will work! The Astronomy Club will be booming in no time! She thought with a giddy snicker.

If nothing else, she could look at Eijirou’s absolutely dreamy body and face for a few club meetings and drive his fangirls nuts.

At the end of the week, Mina paced impatiently in front of Room 310, chewing her fingernails to nubs as her eyes darted back and forth around the hall. It had only been a few minutes since the final bell had rung and the students had scattered to attend to their Friday afternoon obligations (or lack thereof), but anxiety swirled in Mina’s belly at the complete emptiness of the halls. Has he stood me up? Was I too pushy? Is he secretly a great big jerk who is nice to people’s faces but scathingly berates them behind their back to his football teammates and they all laugh evilly at the unknowing victim’s expense?

With a dramatic sob, Mina flung herself against the classroom door and hugged it, her fingers just barely curling around the wide frame. Once again, it seemed that her recruitment plan had failed miserably, and she was still the sole member of the Astronomy Club. Was she a doomed stranded astronaut, left to traverse the stars in silence awaiting a bitter end? She sank to her knees, sliding down the door with a long squeeeeeeeeak and crying bitter tears. Stars were hella cool! Why did no one at this stupid high school appreciate them?

“Mina!”

Mina’s mood did a complete one-eighty when she heard Eijirou calling her name and his footsteps pounding around the corner. She jumped to her feet, her tears drying up instantly and her pout morphing into a giddy smile. The redhead came trotting up, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead and an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry!” he panted. “I didn’t get a chance to warn you that my class is all the way on the first floor. I hope you weren’t waiting long!”

“No, no! I just got here mys— yeowch!”

She had still been hugging the door, so when she tried to turn to face him, she accidentally pulled it forward and smashed her fingers in the doorjamb. She screamed as her knucklebones crunched and the skin tore; the pain rocketing up her arm sprang tears to her eyes immediately, and she released a petulant whine as she retracted her bruised and bloody fingers from between the wooden door and concrete wall.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay, Mina?” Eijirou gasped, dropping his school bag and rushing to her side. Mina cradled her throbbing hand to her chest with little sniffles, curling away from the football player when he reached for it. He gave her an encouraging, sweet smile. “I know I look big and tough, but I promise, I can be gentle too. Let me see; you may have broken something.”

Whimpering but enticed by his soothing words and demeanor, Mina obediently allowed him to pull her hand forward to inspect her fingers. They were bruising already, big blotches of purple blooming around the torn and bloody skin. Eijirou leaned over her hand, and goosebumps sprouted on her skin as his warm breath puffed over her electrified skin and aching bones. With featherlight touches, he inspected her knuckles, prodding as gently as he could to feel for any deviations in the bone.

“I know this may hurt, but can you bend them?” he asked, looking up at her through his red bangs. Mina whimpered again, hesitant to comply for fear of the pain. However, the glitter in his vermilion eyes urged her to comply. She hesitantly bent her fingers, wincing as pain skittered up her nerves— but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she thought it would. Eijirou smiled satisfactorily. “You crunched ‘em pretty good, but I don’t think anything is broken or fractured,” he said as he straightened up.

“Thanks… I can’t believe I did that,” she sighed, using her good hand to knock on the side of her head a few times. How embarrassing, injuring herself like that in front of him! “Well, now that all that drama is over, let’s go inside so I can tell you about the club.”

Eijirou followed her inside. While she rifled through the teacher’s desk for some bandages, he looked around at the desks, which were empty aside from a build-your-own-telescope kit, Mina’s completed telescope, and astronomical charts and textbooks. As Mina wrapped bandages around her fingers, he looked at her with knitted eyebrows.

“There’s no one else here yet?”

“There’s no one else to be here,” she replied with a shrug and a wan smile. “I’m the club’s only member.” When Eijirou’s eyebrows shot up to the roots of his hair, she sadly added, “If that information makes you want to leave, go ahead and do so,” she said with a wave at the door. She then looked down at the adhesive wrapped around her knuckles. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

“No, I don’t want to leave,” Eijirou said quickly. He marched up to the front of the desk, leaning against it. Mina didn’t know what to look at—his flexing muscles or his bright smile. He tilted his head slightly as he smiled charmingly at her, then said, “Tell me about your club, Mina. I want to know everything.”

Oh God, he’s hot! Mina screamed inside her head, her good hand flying to her rapidly-beating heart. It took everything within her not to absolutely swoon at the complete sweetheart of a man gracing her with his presence this Friday afternoon. Her eyes watered a little in gratitude, or maybe it was the sheer emotion at being witness to such a wonderful human being’s kindness.

Thus, Mina did as he asked. She first instructed Eijirou how to build the telescope that he would use on nights they did observations; he bungled through it a little, but remained patient and tried his best to follow the instructions. Mina had to giggle at the absolutely triumphant grin that plastered his face when he successfully assembled the telescope; he held it up over his head and pranced around—nearly giving them both a panic attack when he bumped into a desk and nearly dropped the telescope on the ground. Mina didn’t think she could handle a Shoto 2.0.

After assembling the telescope, she started him off with easy information—constellations. She unrolled her star map which had all the constellations displayed by season, explaining specifically which ones they could see at the moment. Eijirou was very excited to see them in person, so they arranged a meeting for the following week. True to form, he showed up that Friday night with his telescope and all his zeal, his smile brighter than the full moon hanging high in the sky.

“It’s hard to believe that people stared at the sky thousands of years ago and traced shapes out of ‘em!” he exclaimed as he plonked his telescope down to the ground. “And made up all these stories to go with ‘em. And all the stories and constellations are different based on what civilization was lookin’ at ‘em!”

“The stars have always been fascinating,” Mina hummed, gently setting up her telescope and adjusting the lens. “Sometimes I like to find my own constellations and make up stories about them.”

“Really? Tell me one!”

“Well, my favorite is the Alien Queen!”

“The Alien Queen?” Eijirou laughed, making Mina flush shyly. “Show me!” Not waiting for an answer, he shouldered in next to her telescope and peered into it. She flushed darker as his sturdy shoulder dug into the meat of her side, warmth blooming across her skin. With slightly trembling hands, she moved the telescope to the right section of the sky.

“Do you see that big, bright shiny star right there?” she asked, waiting until Eijirou confirmed. “Well, that’s the tip of the back of her head. If you follow them like this—” she gestated in front of the lens, tracing the star pattern— “it looks kinda like the alien from the horror movie!”

“Leave it to Mina Ashido to find the Xenomorph constellation,” Eijirou snickered, straightening up to smile at her in amusement. “No wonder you’re the club president.” Mina shyly played with the hem of her skirt, unable to control the giddy smile playing over her lips.

They spent the rest of the early evening finding the constellations and discussing the various mythologies behind each. Eijirou loved the Greek-based patterns and myths the most. Every time they pointed one out, he would flex dramatically and proclaim how much he loved the famous heroes of old—Hercules, Achilles, Odysseus, Perseus. Mina laughed at his sensational flexing and grunting each time, her giggles bouncing around the empty practice field to join the cricket song.

Monday morning, Mina was surprised to find Eijirou rushing down the hall towards her as she went to enter her classroom. His face was flushed pink and his forehead dotted with sweat, indicating that he’d sprinted all the way to her. He pin-wheeled to a stop, nearly bumping her with his broad chest, and his breath puffed in her hair as he grinned brightly down at her.

“Mina! Guess what I saw on the news this morning! The Creati comet is gonna be passing by this Wednesday, and it’ll be visible here that night!”

“Yeah, I know!” Mina cried. She’d been glued to the news program this morning as astrophysicists and space program officials discussed the once-in-a-lifetime event; it was rumored to be an absolute gorgeous comet, with a rare rosy pink-lavender tail due to its high concentrations of lithium and potassium chloride. She then blushed, warmed by the fact that Eijirou had found it so important to inform her that he’d run all the way across campus first thing in the morning.

“Yeah! We’re gonna watch it together, right?” he asked, clapping his hands on her shoulders. Mina flushed, fidgeting in place and chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“A-are you sure? I’m sure you’ll be tired after football practice.”

“Are you kidding? What kind of Astronomy Club member would I be if I didn’t see this comet?” he objected.

Mina felt her heart thrum at the statement. Does he enjoy being a member that much? She’d only recruited him as a means to an end, but was it really turning out that Eijirou liked being a member of her club? She felt her belly twist with guilt and a cold flush pulse through her body. She curled into herself a little, blood roaring in her ears and nearly drowning out what he said next.

“I know you’re planning on going to watch it, so let’s see it together, Mina!”

“Okay,” she found herself saying before she even processed it. The next two days were a similar blur of guilt and anxiety amidst preparations to view the comet Wednesday evening. All traces of excitement she would normally possess was swallowed up by the remorse poisoning her from the hard ball in the pit of her belly. She couldn’t help but obsess over the fact that she’d recruited Eijirou on false pretenses, abusing his kind heart to use his popularity for her own gain. She’d already received a flood of interest in the club once news had spread that Eijirou was seemingly an official member, but she’d evaded them with half-hearted promises that she’d contact them soon to set up a general interest meeting.

On Wednesday night she stood by the hydrangea bush, chewing on her bottom lip and tempted to hide within its emerald leaves and pink blossoms so she wouldn’t have to face Eijirou. Before she could take shelter in its branchy depths, the redhead came trotting up the sidewalk, his smile gleaming in the starlight as he called her name. His telescope flopped on his back in its canvas sheath.

“Hey, Mina!” he grinned when he came to a stop in front of her, panting slightly. Always in such a rush, she thought fondly. No wonder he’s the star quarterback. “Are you excited? I sure am!”

“Yeah,” she lied. There was no room to be excited with all the guilt filling her to the brim. Eijirou’s smile somehow managed to get brighter. Despite everything, her heart still jumped in her chest when he grabbed her hand, his thick and calloused fingers so strangely perfect around her slim ones, and pulled her onto the practice field.

“This is perfect!” he exclaimed, looking up at the starry night sky with his hands on his hips. Mina only hummed quietly, robotically unfolding a blanket and placing it over the grass. She’d arranged for the school to shut off the nighttime lights for the evening, giving them a clear view of the moon and stars. Thus, they were the only things that provided illumination as Mina and Eijirou sat down on the soft blanket together. “I didn’t know if we would want to get a better look at the comet, so I brought this!” he said excitedly, slipping the telescope off his back and setting it down between them. Mina hummed again, anxiety swirling in the pit of her belly. In the gloom, she could still see Eijirou’s bright red eyebrows scrunch.

“Mina…? What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. Mina debated lying for a moment; she nervously plucked at the loose fibers of her stockings, unable to meet his pretty vermillion eyes. The lie never got the chance to dance on her tongue. She knew she had to come clean, to tell him the truth before she toted him along even further.

“Eijirou… I have to confess something,” she admitted quietly. He shifted beside her, eyebrows raised.

“What is it?”

“I’m not as good a person as you think I am.” Her voice shook as tears flooded her eyes. She bit down on her lip as a sniffle slipped free. Eijirou looked at her in utter bewilderment, confusion swirling in those gorgeous vermillion eyes that had struck her the moment she had first seen them. He gently reached out to stroke his fingertips ever-so-lightly down her cheek; she turned away, a tear slipping down her cheek that was still tingling with his featherlight touch. “Don’t,” she begged, her voice nothing more than a strained whisper. “I don’t deserve your sympathy.”

“Mina…”

“I used you, Eijirou,” she said finally, choking the words out as her throat constricted with guilt. “I used your popularity for my own gain. I just wanted my club to be popular.”

She didn’t look at him as the silence hung heavy between them, like an anvil suspended on a slowly fraying rope. She waited with bated breath for the rope to snap and for it to plummet, for him to explode on her like he rightfully should, to tell her she was selfish and cruel and for him to storm away and never look back. She cringed when he inhaled sharply, already preparing for his raised voice.

He didn’t yell or scream or curse. Instead, his voice was heartbreakingly soft when he murmured, “That doesn’t make you a bad person. That just makes you lonely.”

Mina’s eyes fluttered as her heart swelled with hope. She didn’t resist when he cupped her cheek and gently turned her tear-stained face to look at him. Her watery eyes met his red ones, and she was so relieved to find them brimming with understanding, not hate or anger. He swept his thumb over her cheek to catch the tears still streaming over her ruddy skin.

“Mina… I knew that already,” he confessed with a small smile. She gasped in shock, while Eijirou smiled bashfully and rubbed at the back of his neck with his other hand. “As soon as you told me that you were the only member of the club, I figured that you wanted to use my popularity to recruit more people. I was a little bitter about it for a second, but… Then I saw how sad you looked.” He used both his hands to cup her cheeks and leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. “I didn’t want to see that look on your face. Even if you were using me, I wanted you to be happy.”

“Why?” she hiccuped, chest drawing tight like a balloon ready to burst. “Th-that was so horrible of me… And you still wanted to do that for me? Why?”

“Because from the moment you jumped out of that hydrangea bush, I’ve been head-over-heels for you,” he purred, mouth twitching up into a smirk. Her face flushed with a fierce, fiery blush and her mouth dropped open in shock. “And maybe I was a little hopeful that I could get you to be head-over-heels for me, too,” he added with a playful wink. Mina couldn’t help but laugh, mostly from the overwhelming relief bubbling up inside her body. She leaned into him, finding solace in how well her small body fit into his muscular one—like a lock and key, like they belonged together.

Sniffling happily, she curled her fingers into the leathery fabric of his varsity jacket and smiled joyfully.

“Well, you didn’t have to try very hard. How could I not be head-over-heels for you?”

Before they could say anything else, the sky was suddenly filled with bright light. They both turned to see that the comet had appeared among the stars. Its powdery tail streamed pinkish-blue behind the large white body, slowly traveling across the expanse of inky blue like a leisurely sailboat. Mina inhaled sharply as the pastel colors reflected in her eyes and the light danced over her skin and hair; it truly was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She was so entranced that she didn’t register Eijirou’s hand sneaking under her chin again until he turned her face back. The comet danced in his red eyes, making it a pink nebula of stars and space and beauty.

No. Those eyes of his were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

She almost didn’t want to close her own as he leaned in to kiss her, but as soon as his lips smoothed over her own, she couldn’t help it. They drifted shut as she melted against him, savoring the gentle motions of his mouth against hers. Her heart fluttered when his hand drifted up into her cotton-candy hair, twirling around the strands like he was memorizing the feel of the silky threads. He kissed her with rising passion, like an astronaut adrift in space who’d finally found the oxygen he needed.

They pulled apart slightly panting and blushing the same color as the comet streaming slowly above their heads. He stroked her face gently, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the blanket. She laughed when he hugged her tight, nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply.

“You smell like hydrangeas.”

“Eijirou, I thought we were here to watch the comet.”

“It’s pretty,” he remarked with a glance up at the sky. He then looked down at her with that dazzling smile she adored so much. “But I’ve got a heavenly body right here that I’m more interested in.”

“Oh my gosh! That’s so corny!” she howled, throwing her head back in laughter. Eijirou snickered and snuggled into the side of her face, making her laugh more at the ticklish sensation of his nose brushing her skin. He peppered butterfly kisses over every inch of skin he could find, making her squirm and giggle in his grasp.

Finally, he rolled on his side, one arm still snug around her shoulders while he watched the comet slowly make its way across the horizon. She pressed against him, warm and fuzzy and happy.

“You know, despite the circumstances, I’m still glad you asked me to join, Mina,” Eijirou said with a contented sigh. His fingers drifted up to play with the fluffy strands of her hair. Mina rested her head on his chest, smiling while she watched the comet.

“Me too, Eijirou. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the school year checking out heavenly bodies.”

Eijirou gave her a wan look as she snorted piggishly in laughter.

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m already planning to sell tee shirts!”

Eijirou laughed, then rolled over to attack her with snuggles and kisses again. Mina welcomed his embrace and affections. Their laughter drifted up into the sky to join the stars and the streaming glittery trail of the comet, finding a home forever in the vastness of space…

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