#and ariane loves him too

[anneapocalypse]

It definitely was one of his defining moments for me. 💙 It comes at a point in the story when everyone around you has repeatedly been like, "Well, here's this very dangerous thing that needs to be done! You're the only one for the job. I'm sure you'll be fine." To have another character actually show real concern for the Warrior of Light and not act like they were obviously wearing indestructible plot armor was both refreshing and touching.

Haurchefant just has such a generous spirit and is so free with his affections. He cares and he's not afraid to show it, and I love him for that.

Haurchefant: What were you thinking, Ariane!? Wagering your very being on a dubious theory which might allow you to enter Iceheart's lair--knowing full well that she could have sufficient forewarning to complete her ritual to summon Shiva anyway…?

Aw, he was so worried. 💙

[totheidiot]

christ on a STICK jon

stop EATING PEOPLE'S BRAINS

JON WE TALKED ABOUT THIS YOU ARE NOT A LICENSED THERPIST YOU CAN NOT JUST MAKE PEOPLE TRAUMA DUMP ON YOU

[ambiguousdisorderken]

arian fighting with us in the trenches fr

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | ch 17 (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: alcohol, mentions of OC thinking Jungkook was going to hurt himself in October, mentions of Hobi, explicit content: nipple/breast play, hickeys, praising, teasing, oral sex (male and female receiving), jerking off, balls sucking, a bit of mouth fucking, hair pulling, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be stupid)

☆word count: 9k

☆a/n: I don't want this to be the end no :') thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I hope you loved this story as much as I loved writing it, and I hope it stays in your heart like it will for sure stay in mine <3 thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3

☆series masterpost

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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Thursday, December 19th

It snowed for the first time of the year this afternoon. 

It had been forecasted for a week now, but you still smile as you walk out of the exam building along with Nabi, a blanket of snow covering the ground. Students are milling around, throwing snowballs and building snowmen as their cheeks turn rosy, and their breaths turn into clouds that slowly lift towards the cloud-covered sky. 

It’s not snowing anymore, but it’s supposed to start again over the night, which you reckon might disrupt your plans of driving home tomorrow with Taehyung, Ariane and Jungkook. You think your mother would be relieved - the apartment will be crowded for two weeks, and you know she likes her space.

At least she doesn’t have a boyfriend this year, and so it’ll only be the five of you. It’s not like you aren’t used to sharing a roof with the three others though - you’ve been good at it this semester, especially considering that you and Jungkook have been sharing a room, and Taehyung and Ariane another.

Which left your old room as a guest room for the nights Jimin and Sera get too drunk with you to make their way home.

Your relationship with Jungkook has slowly evolved over the weeks and months since you’d run home thinking that he was going to hurt himself. You’re now fully dating, or at least you tell so to everyone that asks you where you’re standing when it comes to Jungkook.

You know he does the same anyway, even if you haven’t really stated to each other that you are boyfriend and girlfriend yet. You don’t think it matters - your relationship with him has been going on for far longer than just a few weeks, and the absence of a label doesn’t scare you in the slightest. Not when you fall asleep and wake up next to him every day, his first and last words of the day always love confessions uttered against your skin.

It’s a side of Jungkook that you like. The way he’s demonstrative of his affection, not caring if your brother is watching whenever he hugs you or kisses you. Taehyung has cursed the two of you repeatedly for it, but there’s just some beauty in the carefree act of loving each other in front of the very person you thought would end you that you both can’t let go of.

Speaking about that, your relationship with Taehyung has been… strained, since October. You haven’t really been able to forgive him for what happened that night he threw Jungkook out of the apartment, and he hasn’t quite been able to forgive you for hiding your relationship with Jungkook from him. You think he’s a little hypocritical for it - he and Jungkook have had no trouble resuming their friendship despite the fact that you and Jungkook are now a thing. But you don’t mind. 

As long as Jungkook is happy, then you are happy too.

“You coming to Yoongi and Namjoon’s tonight, right?” Nabi says as you walk down the path, your shoes crunching on the snow.

You chuckle. “You think I’d miss Yoongi introducing his boyfriend?” you say. “Hell nah. Of course I’ll be there.”

Nabi laughs, slightly shaking her head. “It’s not like you haven’t seen them together at the gym.”

She’s got a point, but you still want to see gym guy - Mikey, you’ve now found out - out of his natural habitat, aka the gym. 

“Is Jungkook coming?” she asks.

You nod. “Later though. He’s going out for drinks with his friends, and he said he’d meet up around eleven.”

“That’s late,” she comments.

You playfully push her. “We’ll probably be going until three am, I think eleven is fine.”

She laughs, though her eyes sparkle as she looks at you, with excitement and amusement you know is reciprocated in your own gaze.

Tonight will be one for the books, and you just can’t wait.

You have to head to your apartment first, to take a quick shower and grab the drinks you’ve bought for the evening. Nabi tags along, chilling with Ariane in the living room while you get ready. You get out of the shower ten minutes later to see that they’ve been joined by Taehyung.

The absence of Jungkook brings a pout to your lips, even though you know he’s just with Jimin and Eunwoo at Jimin’s apartment, pre-drinking for the bar.

“What’s up?” Taehyung greets you. 

You offer him a tight-lipped smile. He takes it in stride, looking away from you to focus on Nabi and Ariane’s conversation while you make your way to your room to do your makeup quickly. Soon enough you’re ready to go, and you stop by the kitchen to grab the drinks - different flavours of lemonade with alcohol, like maybe it’s summer and the snow outside is but a mirage.

“Let’s go!” you say as you reach the living room next, and Nabi nods as she jumps up from the couch, meeting you near the door.

“I am so excited Y/n, you have no idea,” she says, and you laugh as you nod approvingly.

“Let’s go see what that Mikey is made of.”

Her laugh doubles up, and it follows you outside after you’ve put your coats and boots on. You’ve decided to walk to Yoongi and Namjoon’s place, and Nabi lets out a happy yelp when it starts snowing again.

“It’s so pretty!” she says, motioning to the fat snowflakes that are lazily falling from the sky.

You fully agree with her - there’s something magical about the first day of snow. It fills the air with excitement and joy and nostalgia for the days when you were younger and the first snow meant the beginning of the Christmas season, which you reckon might have always been your favourite season after all.

“It really is,” you agree with Nabi.

She nods wisely, and then throws you a look. “Did you know Ariane’s grandfather was French?”

You actually did. Ariane told you it was the reason why she’d decided to do a semester abroad in Paris, and that her grandfather had also been the one to name her. 

“Yeah, she told me all about it when we went out to the karaoke bar,” you say, referencing an outing that had taken place in early November, when your relationship with Jungkook still felt fresh.

Not that it doesn’t anymore. You reckon being with Jungkook will always be refreshing to you - he’s the oasis in the middle of your desert.

“Oh right,” Nabi lets out. “That time you lost your voice for five days straight.”

“I did not!” you cry out as she bursts out laughing.

You, as a matter of fact, did lose your voice, but it was only because you and Jungkook had gotten too drunk and you were screaming more than singing by the end of the evening.

You spend the rest of the walk to Yoongi’s apartment bickering with Nabi, laughing as you reminisce about the good times you spent over the last few months. And there have been many - Jungkook fits right in with your friend group, and you’ve been hanging out with all of them on multiple occasions, Taehyung, Ariane, Sera and Jimin even tagging along some of the time.

You get to Yoongi’s apartment at the same time as a flustered Seokjin, who admits he had to sprint to make it in time because Ria complained about his tardiness. He’s clutching two rosé bottles for dear life - Ria’s preferred alcoholic beverage now - and he explains he was late because of them. Though you know Ria probably wasn’t actually upset with him in the slightest, you still find it weirdly endearing that Seokjin ran.

It’s proof that he’s utterly obsessed with your friend, much like she is obsessed with him, too.

“Well then let’s get in,” Nabi says, and you follow her inside the building, and then up to the apartment in and of itself. 

The door is unlocked when you get there, and you walk in, taking off your boots in the hall before making your way to the living room, where your friend group is all gathered already.

The first person you notice is Mikey, and he politely smiles at you as Ria throws herself at you and Nabi, hugging you both tight to her chest.

“Congrats on finishing your semester!” Ria says. 

You thank her, and she takes the drinks you’ve brought from your hands so that you can take off your coat, putting them down on the coffee table where all available alcohol is waiting for you all. And there’s a lot - you would think a lot more people are coming tonight, but it really is just the seven of you, and Jungkook later.

You reckon it’s just another sign that tonight will be one for the books.

You start the evening by ordering dumplings, and you grab one of the lemonade drinks as you wait for the food to arrive, sipping from it as you talk with all of your friends. Mikey remains silent by Yoongi’s side, though you notice the way they’re holding hands, and you smile at the sight.

Yoongi is shining. His eyes are sparkling like you’ve never seen them do before, and he looks like the sun personified with Mikey by his side. He deserves the happiness, every single ounce of it, especially after what Hoseok put him through.

For some reason the thought reminds you of your old friend, and you wonder how Hoseok is doing on his side of the country. Has he found the solace he was seeking for? Though you’d long hated him for the way he’d ghosted everyone, tonight you reckon you forgive him.

You forgive him for what he put Yoongi through, only because it allowed Yoongi to experience this relationship now, a much needed relationship that’s been healing every jagged piece of his heart.

Your phone buzzes in the pocket of the sweatshirt you’re wearing - Jungkook’s shirt - and you pull it out, immediately smiling when you see that Jungkook texted you.

[5:57 pm] JK: am tipsy

[5:57 pm] JK: can’t wait to see you later

You laugh at his text, replying quickly to make sure to drink water, and then you put your phone away, focusing on the conversation again.

“That’s just because you’re jealous I can make good music!” Yoongi is saying, and Namjoon rolls his eyes, though the laugh on his lips tells you that they aren’t truly fighting.

“You say you make good music but none of us has ever heard your music, Yoongi,” Ria says, finger pointing at him like she’s scolding him. 

“You’ve never showed them your music?” Mikey intervenes.

Yoongi blushes, eyes falling to the floor. “Well, uh, I just never had the occasion to…”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Namjoon says. “Pull out the receipts, Yoongi.”

Yoongi shakes his head, looking around for salvation. He meets your gaze, but you only shrug your shoulders, a mischievous smile on your lips. You’ve been curious about his music too, so you certainly won’t be the one to encourage him to hide it for longer.

“I hate y’all,” Yoongi grumbles.

“I mean, you don’t have to share if you don’t want to,” Mikey says next to him, resting a hand on Yoongi’s thigh as Yoongi grabs his phone.

“Nah, it’s okay,” Yoongi reassures him, and they look at each other for a few seconds.

It’s intimate, and you look down at your drink to give them privacy. A few seconds later, the living room fills with the intro of a song, and your gaze widens when the lyrics start, all in Korean. You don’t think Yoongi’s the one singing, and you’re proven right when a rapper comes in, and you recognize Yoongi’s voice.

“Bro, what?” Seokjin lets out.

“Shhh!” Nabi says, and Ria fake-glares at Seokjin, who just purses his lips, visibly holding a laugh in.

The song is good. More than that, the song is moving, the emotions running high all throughout it, up until the end, when the instruments all stop except the piano, giving a melancholy ending to the song.

“Yoongi!” you let out. “That shit is fire.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi says, his cheeks turning deep red.

Mikey is smiling next to him as everyone congratulates him, and before you have time to listen to more of his music, Namjoon receives a text saying that the food has arrived. He goes downstairs with Seokjin to bring everything up, and a minute later you’re all eating at the kitchen table, Ria sitting on Seokjin’s lap so that everyone can fit around the table.

The evening unfolds with more music that Yoongi composed, songs he claims he wants to put in an EP he’ll release next year. You’re reeling at the beauty of his talent, and though he still turns red every time someone compliments him, you know his smile means he appreciates it, and is probably relieved that you all enjoy his music. 

You reckon Mikey helps, encouraging Yoongi whenever he looks too embarrassed, and you’re so happy for your friend you feel like crying. Or maybe that’s because you’re on your fourth - fifth? - lemonade and the alcohol has started messing with your brain.

Time flies, and Jungkook texts you that he’s on his way while you’re playing Jackbox on the TV, the laughter so loud in the small living room that you’re convinced the boys might get a noise complaint by the end of the evening. You’re excited to see Jungkook, deadly so, and you decide to meet him downstairs, needing some fresh air anyway.

The snow is still falling outside when you make your way downstairs. The streetlights colour it in neon orange, and it covers the ground in a soft blanket. You wait in the hall of the building, watching the world outside and thinking about how everything has changed in a year.

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be dating your brother’s best friend now, you would have told them that they were crazy. 

Now you know there’s nothing crazy about you and Jeon Jungkook. It just makes sense. 

Jungkook arrives sometime later - it’s hard to tell if it’s been a long time or not when your head is swimming in alcohol. He smiles brightly the second he sees you, opening the door to walk into your arms.

You hug him tight to your chest, hiding your face in his neck as his arms snake around your waist. He smells of home - you’ve realized he’s become your home now - and you relax in his embrace, letting him sway you from side to side gently.

“Hey there,” he greets you with his softest voice, the one that’s reserved just for you.

“Hey,” you reply. There’s a silence as you tighten your hold on him, and then you pull away to meet his gaze. “I’m drunk.”

He laughs, pecking your forehead. “I’m tipsy. But I drank lots of water like you said.”

You nod approvingly and then return your head to his neck. Unable to resist, you lightly bite at the skin, and Jungkook yelps, jumping out of your arms.

“What was that for!”

You eye him up and down. “You look yummy.”

He snorts, grabbing your hand to pull you in. “Oh, you’re drunk drunk.”

“I’m not!” you insist, though you’re fully aware that you are.

It’s not like it matters - you know Jungkook will take care of you.

And he does - he gets you water as soon as you get inside, your friends greeting him in a chorus of hellos. He waves at them, forces you to sit down with the glass of water, and you sip from it as he grabs the beer Namjoon offers him. 

Namjoon and Jungkook’s friendship has blossomed over the last two months. They’ve gotten really close, often hanging out just the two of them, which you think is adorable. They apparently have more in common than you thought, Namjoon coming from a rich family as well.

Nothing like Jungkook, but still.

Jungkook sits in front of you on the floor, and you immediately slide down from the couch to sit behind him so that he can lean against your chest. You wrap your arm around his dainty waist, smiling softly as you peck the top of his head.

He glances at you, eyes gleaming with happiness, and then resumes his conversation with Namjoon.

This, you think, is happiness. This is the kind of scene you see in movies when everything is resolved after a long journey. It’s a coming of age - your coming of age, despite the fact that you aren’t a teenager anymore. 

You just know that, when you’ll be old and grey and reminding yourself of your college days, this is what you’ll think of. Jungkook’s presence amongst your friends, the gentle ambiance of the snow outside, the smiles and the laughter and the music filling the air. Everything - you’ll remember everything with vivid clarity when it’s time to go, knowing that this moment, and all of those related to Jungkook and your friend group, have forged the person that you’ll become.

The thought brings tears to your eyes - happy tears - and you blink them away as you hug Jungkook tighter. He looks back at you again, smiling softly, light filling those big doe eyes of his that you’ve been in love with since a certain power outage.

To think that your whole relationship with him started because of that outage - where would you be now if it hadn’t been for that?

“What?” Jungkook asks softly. 

“I love you,” you reply.

He grins, that adorable bunny grin of his that steals your breath each time. “I love you too.”

You know it - it’s been a law of your universe since you ran back home that October night, when you realized that your love for him was far more important than your brother being upset with him.

In truth, you think your love for Jeon Jungkook might have been the reason why you were put on this Earth - your purpose, if you will. Like the Fates weaved your story with his, until one can’t exist without the other.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tuesday, December 24th

Christmas Eve has been fun. You’ve been laughing around with Taehyung, Ariane, Jungkook and your mother, sharing way too much food at the dinner table. Good food - your mother has always been a good cook, whenever she finds the time to actually come up with a meal. Jungkook helped her too, and you haven’t missed the approving glances your mother has been throwing him all evening.

Ariane has received her good shares of those too. You can tell your mother is happy for both you and Taehyung, which makes you feel bad that you initially thought it was good that she’s currently single.

She deserves love, too.

You’re in the bathroom, sometime after midnight, mind swimming with the eggnog drinks that your mother made for everyone, when your phone buzzes in the back pocket of the mom jeans you’re wearing. You pull it out, blinking a few times, and your gaze widens when you focus on the text message you’ve received.

Mostly, your heart falls to your ass when you see who texted you.

[00:24 am] Hobi: hey, merry christmas! just wanted to text to apologize for dipping in april? that sucked of me and yeah, it’s christmas so i thought it was a good time to apologize

You reread the message a few times, wondering if you’re the only one that’s received an apology. You highly doubt you’re the one that needed it after all, and when your phone buzzes again a few seconds later, with a text from Yoongi, you realize you’re not.

[00:24 am] Yoongi: you’ll never believe who just texted me

You slide your phone open, ignoring the conversation with Hoseok to head straight to the one with Yoongi. You type your reply, worrying at your bottom lip as you send it.

[00:25 am] You: i know the fuck he texted me too

[00:25 am] You: how are you feeling?

Yoongi doesn’t reply right away, and you decide not to reply to Hoseok either, instead stuffing your phone back in your back pocket before washing your hands. You return to the kitchen after, where everyone’s been waiting for you to play your turn in the game of Ticket to Ride you’ve started at midnight.

You can’t believe Hoseok texted you. It feels like a ghost coming back to haunt you, reminding you that you’d been friends with benefits, albeit on a break, this time last year. Perhaps that is why Hoseok chose to text you too - you meant something to him to a certain extent.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks as you frown, trying to remember what it is you wanted to do in the game.

You blink once, meeting his gaze. “Yeah.” You nod, repeating the word, and then you pick up two green wagon cards.

Jungkook lets it slide, focusing on the game too, and you all but forget about Hoseok’s text when your mother gives you another eggnog drink. You finish the game a little while later - Ariane winning grandiosely - and then you all head to bed after wishing each other a last Merry Christmas.

Jungkook plops down on your childhood bed as you walk into your room, and you close the door, leaning against it as you smile fondly. He props his chin on his hands, looking at you. 

“Tonight was fun,” he says.

You nod, smile growing wider. “It really was. But wait until tomorrow, that’s where all the fun is.”

Indeed, you’re going to visit your grandparents’ house tomorrow evening, along with all of your uncles and aunts and cousins.  It’s tradition every year, and it’s the first time you’re bringing someone. You’d be a little anxious, if not for the fact that you know your grandmother is already obsessed with Jungkook from everything your mother told her.

“I can’t wait,” Jungkook says, and the soft curve of his lips tells you he means it.

You cross the distance between you, lying down on the bed next to him. Jungkook shifts, opening his arms for you to slide into his embrace, and he holds you tight, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I mostly can’t wait to give you your gift tomorrow morning,” he adds, his mouth moving against you. He pulls away, rubbing his face to take out from his mouth the hair he clearly almost swallowed from talking against your head. “You’ll be so happy.”

“You really didn’t need to give me a gift,” you say.

“You think I haven’t noticed the suspiciously large box with my name on it under the Christmas tree?”

You shrug. “Maybe it’s from Taehyung.”

“It’s written from peach.”

You snort, laughing against his chest. “And what about it?”

“You’re allowed to get me a gift but I can’t get you one?”

You nod forcefully. “Yeah. You already got me that dress anyway.”

He laughs, rolling on his back. He pulls you with him until you’re lying next to him with your head on his chest. “That was almost a year ago, it doesn’t count.”

“It does,” you mumble.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deeply in his chest. “You’re adorable, I love you.” He pecks the top of your head again. “Besides, what did you get me?”

“What did you get me?” you ask, gaze narrowed as you look up at him.

His next peck lands on your forehead. “Not telling you.”

“Well then, I’m not telling you either,” you smugly reply.

He laughs, tightening his hold around you. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

Your heart stops in your chest, and then it starts again on a wilder beat you hear echoed behind his ribcage.

“I love you too, Kook.”

“Luckiest man alive,” he whispers, and it’s rhetorical, not asking for a reply. 

All you do is grin as you start tracing idle shapes on his stomach. You fall silent - the kind of comfortable silence you can only share with him - up until you remember Hoseok’s text. It makes you prop yourself up on an elbow, and you meet Jungkook’s gaze.

“You’ll never guess who texted me earlier.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Who did?” 

“Hobi,” you reveal.

Jungkook’s gaze widens. “The guy you used to fuck?”

You roll your eyes, pinching his side. “Yes. But mostly Yoongi’s… ex?”

“You did use to fuck though, I heard you guys.”

“Oh my God, Kook.”

He offers you a shit-eating grin. “What?”

“You’re annoying.”

He pulls you on top of him until you’re straddling him. “But you love me.”

You narrow your eyes, glaring at him. “But you’re annoying.”

His hands, now on your hips, tighten slightly, and your brain chooses this instant to zero in on the spot.

“Do you know how much it drove me crazy?” he says, and his voice is suddenly low, husky, shooting warmth right to your core. “I fucking wanted to beat his ass.”

You cock an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side as a smirk appears on your lips. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah.” He forces you to circle your hips, and you’re not surprised to find him already getting hard. “I’d imagine it was me instead.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to smirk, and he sits up to kiss you, his tongue pushing into your mouth once before he lies back down. “And then when I was fucking Shelly and you were touching yourself?”

You’re turning molten, like you’re metal melting in a forge. “Yeah?”

“That’s when I knew that whatever I’d promised to Tae didn’t matter anymore.” He grinds into you. “I needed to have you, one way or another.”

You crash your lips on his so hard you taste blood. He’s quick to slide his hands under your shirt, and he fumbles with the fabric until you part to allow him to take it off your body. You’re only wearing a red bralette you bought before finals, and Jungkook’s gaze darkens at the sight.

“Shit peach, you’re always so fucking hot.”

“One way or another, you say?” you repeat what he said earlier.

He looks confused for a heartbeat, and then he nods. “Yeah. I was into you already then, as you know, but damn every time I touched myself all I could think about was you.”

“Outrageous,” you tease as you circle your hips once more.

He grunts softly. “Oh, peach, don’t pretend you weren’t thinking of me too.”

You lean forward, sucking on his lower lip, your tongue then flicking at his piercings. “Oh, you know I was thinking about you,” you say against his mouth.

You move down enough to find his neck, your teeth teasing the skin before you suck on it, yet you refrain from leaving a mark.

You don’t want your mother asking questions tomorrow.

Jungkook grunts as you lick at the spot, and then move back up to nibble at his jaw. His large hands on your waist caress up your flanks until he reaches your breasts that he shamelessly cups, his fingers immediately searching for your nipples. He pinches them, hard enough to hurt, and you moan out loud, hiding your face in his neck.

“Careful, peach,” Jungkook warns. “We wouldn’t want your family hearing us.”

You bite at his neck again and he hisses. “What did you just say?”

“Fuck,” he groans, and it sounds like a growl. “Now I want to fucking ruin you.”

You straighten, your hands landing flat on his chest to hold him down. “Why don’t you let me have my fun tonight?”

His dark gaze surveys you carefully as you climb down his body until you’re sitting on his legs. You grip his thighs and then slide your hands up to his clothed erection. You run a hand along it and then move up to push his shirt up, revealing the strong muscles of his abdomen. You graze them with your nails, and Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as your other hand returns to his dick.

“How should I please you tonight?” you ask.

You lean forward and, unable to resist, you suck a hickey on the spot right above the hem of his pants. Jungkook instinctively bucks his hips in response, and you smirk as you sit back on your heels again.

“Someone’s impatient,” you tease.

“Peach…” he warns.

“Be nice,” you say. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

He takes a sharp breath, and then nods curtly. You bite at your lower lip, a smirk teasing the corner of your lips.

“Good boy.”

He groans, but then you’re ridding him of his pants and boxers, and his dick springs free, slapping his abs. He looks just as pretty as he always does, the large vein running up his dick begging to be licked. You don’t even resist - you immediately bend down, tracing it with your tongue up to his tip, which you circle once before pulling away just enough to grab the base of his dick.

You stroke him slowly, meeting his gaze. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, eyes shining with lust and desire, all of it for you. You feel powerful - you have him wrapped around your finger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s with that thought that you finally take him in your mouth, not breaking eye contact. He clenches his jaw to hold a moan in, and you take him as deep as you can, your eyes watering when he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath.

You pull almost all the way out, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his tip, teasing his frenulum with your tongue. His dick twitches, but you’re holding him tight, keeping him in place.

You get to work, bobbing up and down, drooling all over him. You use your drool as natural lube so that you can jerk him off in time with your motions, and Jungkook grows infinitely hard in your mouth, so much so that you wouldn’t be surprised if he came.

You wouldn’t mind - he always tastes good for you, and the thought of it is making you soak through your panties to the point you think your pants might even be affected. But then again, Jungkook always makes you so wet.

No one’s ever fucked you as good as him after all.

You take him all the way in, and Jungkook thrusts up, grunting as you moan around him. His hands are in your hair, and he’s been guiding your movements, though always allowing you to pull away to breathe when you need it.

So when you decide to pull away so that you can suck on his balls, he lets you do it. You reward him by jerking him off quickly, your grip tight on his dick just the way you know he likes, and he fists at the sheets of your bed, fucking into your hand.

Right before you think he’s about to come, Jungkook pulls you away. He’s panting heavily, and you barely have time to breathe before he flips you on your back, climbing on top of you so that he can kiss you. 

The kiss is ravishing, languid, all tongues and saliva and his teeth digging into your bottom lip. You barely can contain your moans when he drives your legs apart with a knee he then presses on your clothed core, and you can’t help but grind on his leg, searching for much-needed friction.

Jungkook leaves your mouth to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, and then on your clavicle. He sucks a purple mark underneath it, and you arch your back in his touch as he cups your breasts again, massaging them.

“Peach,” he says as he’s looking at your necklace where it lies between your breasts. “You’re so perfect.”

And then he’s pushing your bralette up enough to have access to your nipples. His mouth closes around one while he pinches the other between his thumb and index, and you lose your hand in his jet-black strands, pulling on his hair just a little by reflex.

His tongue circles your nipple, and then he licks at it twice. It hardens in his mouth as you hold your moans in, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he shifts to your other nipple, offering it the same treatment.

“Take this off,” you breathe, pulling at the fabric of his shirt.

Jungkook raises his head, meeting your gaze. His lips are glistening with his saliva, and he looks so devilish you think you’d be able to come just like that.

“Take it off for me,” he teases.

You roll your eyes despite your lips curving in a smile, and you pull his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. You rake your nails on his back - lightly, not hard enough to leave a mark - when he returns to your nipples, devouring your breasts like a man starved.

“I fucking love every part of you, you know that right?” he says when he pulls away.

You nod, but he’s already going down your body, reaching for your pants. He takes them off, and to your surprise, he takes your panties off too, leaving you naked and gleaming when he pushes your thighs apart to look at you properly.

“So pretty…” he praises.

You want to tell him to fuck you, that you don’t even need foreplay right now - you’ve been feeling your juices dripping out of your pussy for a while - but he doesn’t leave you time to speak, immediately diving in, lapping a large stripe from your entrance up to your clit. He swirls his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moan.

“Silence, peach,” he reminds you, and then he circles your clit again. “I really don’t want your mother to look at me differently tomorrow morning.”

You don’t have anything left in your brain to say that she wouldn’t care, and maybe that’s good - you’re pretty sure she would, as a matter of fact, care.

“Sorry,” you apologize.

Jungkook shoots you a quick glance, and he pecks the inside of your thigh lovingly, miles away from the lust transpiring from this moment. “I love you,” he breathes against your skin, and then he’s back on your pussy.

He eats you out like he’s a demon come from hell, and soon enough he pushes two fingers inside of you, fighting against your tightening muscles. You take a deep breath to relax, and a few seconds later he arches his fingers, rubbing them on the most sensitive spot inside of you. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your mouth falls open on a silent moan as he starts fingering you, quick and hard, always rubbing your g-spot. He times his fingers with his tongue, and it’s no wonder he’s dragging you towards an orgasm at eighty miles per hour.

It’s no wonder it hits you like a slap to the face when he sucks on your clit hard, and your thighs close around his face as your back arches off the bed, your climax hitting so hard you feel like you’re swimming in the night sky, amongst stars and galaxies and nebulas.

You’re shaking, thighs trembling, as he milks your orgasm out for so long you think you’ll die, but eventually his fingers leave your pulsing walls, and he licks them clean. You watch him, your eyelids heavy with the ecstasy invading your bloodstream, and you feel fucked out, your mind like cotton as he positions himself between your legs.

“Have you had enough?” he asks, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

You reach for him, fingers grazing his chest and abs. “Shit, Kook.”

He grins wickedly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeat. You chuckle lightly, and then you glance around. “I do want you to fuck me,” you whisper, “but my bed creaks a hell of a lot.”

Jungkook shrugs, picking you up in one swift motion that makes your mind swim even more. The room spins around you as Jungkook carries you off the bed, and then he sits you on the floor. He grabs a bunch of pillows, arranging them in a makeshift bed on the floor, and then he motions at it, a proud smile on his lips.

“Voilà,” he says.

You snort. “You’ll fuck me on this?”

He smirks, picking you up to lie you down on the pillows. It’s a little unsteady, but when he positions himself between your legs again, you forget all about it.

Even more so as he rubs his dick on your clit, and meteorites erupt in front of your eyes.

“Yeah I will,” he says. “Unless you don’t want me to?”

You gulp, your throat suddenly dry with arousal, and you nod your head. “Fuck me, Kook.”

He doesn’t need more to push in, and he sheathes all of himself inside of you. Or at least all that fits, and he’s quick to put a hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning. You bite at his palm, and he startles, moving his hand away.

“That was mean,” he says, a pout appearing on his swollen lips.

Fuck, you love him so bad.

“Sorry,” you apologize.

He narrows his gaze, bending down to steal a quick, gentle kiss on your lips. “No you’re not,” he says.

“I’m not,” you agree.

He pulls almost all the way out, leaving just an inch of him in. “And for that reason, I’ll fuck you until all you remember is my name.”

He pushes all the way in again, and you bite your lip to refrain from crying his name out. It becomes much harder when he starts pounding into you, and soon your room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and of the squelching your pussy makes every time he fucks into you. It’s clearly loud enough for everyone in the apartment to hear, but faint music is coming from Taehyung’s room, and you know your mother sleeps with foam earplugs in.

You can only hope they don’t hear you when you moan Jungkook’s name. He gently rests his hand against your mouth again then, though he’s quick to push a finger in instead. You suck on it, teasing the pad with your tongue, and Jungkook grunts as he jack-hammers you, so much so you fall off the makeshift bed.

You both don’t care - you don’t even think Jungkook realizes. He’s too busy rearranging your gut, and you’re too busy trying to not moan like you want to do. Jungkook keeps at it for a while, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, but his pace remains unforgiving, a reminder that he has a solid cardio from all the hours he spends at the gym.

Eventually, Jungkook gets bored of the position, and he pulls out. You get a glimpse of his wet dick before he flips you on your stomach, and he’s quick to fuck into you again, the new angle so good you feel like you’re floating somewhere between your body and the ceiling.

His forearm is next to your head, and you hold onto his wrist as he pounds into you. You know he’s nearing his high when his motions grow unfocused, slower, and soon he bends down, grunting against the side of your face as he releases his load deep inside of you, painting you white.

You hold onto him as he comes, circling your hips to prolong his pleasure, up until he stops you with a hand on your waist. He pecks the side of your face, and you turn your head to be able to kiss him properly. It tastes like the sweat that’s collected on his upper lip, but you don’t care. Not when it’s his sweat, and you are so obsessed with him you wish you were under his skin.

“Fuck,” he grunts when he pulls away from the kiss. 

He pecks your cheek again and then straightens to search for something to clean you up with. He reaches for the tissues on the night table, and he takes a bunch of them that he puts against you before he even pulls out.

You both manage to avoid making a mess, and Jungkook lets you go clean up first. You put on his shirt, as it’s long enough to be a dress on you, and then you head to the bathroom, where you take a quick shower. Jungkook goes next, kissing you deeply before leaving your room, and you wait for him under the covers of your bed, your heart still beating wildly from the sex.

As it always does when it comes to sex with Jungkook.

Jungkook comes back about five minutes later, and he slides under the covers with you as you’re on your phone, looking at the conversation with Yoongi.

He still hasn’t replied, and though that worries you, you know he’s probably just busy with his own Christmas celebration.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks as he molds himself to your back, an arm wrapping around your waist.

You turn on your back, going in for a soft kiss that settles your heartbeat in your chest. 

“Yes,” you reassure him. 

You glance at your phone again and then switch to the conversation with Hoseok. “I don’t know what I should say.”

Jungkook blinks a few times like he needs it to focus on your screen, and then he reads Hoseok’s message. “I mean…” he lets out. “He seems genuine.”

“I know, but it’s weird no?”

Jungkook purses his lips. “Why?”

“Because I’m with you now,” you explain.

His eyes widen. “Oh, is that because of what I said earlier?”

You nod, worrying at some dry skin on your lower lip.

“Oh, peach,” he says, and he pecks your forehead. “I really don’t mind if you want to reply. I was only teasing earlier.”

You cock an eyebrow, not entirely believing him. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Were you?”

“Well…” he trails off, turning on his back as he looks up at the ceiling. “I was jealous, yes. But as you said, he mostly is Yoongi’s ex. What you guys had hasn’t mattered for a really long time.”

He’s right. He’s entirely right, and it reassures you, enough so that you don’t feel guilty for replying to Hoseok, right before you decide to turn off your phone for the night.

[2:37 am] You: hey merry christmas! no worries:)

You put your phone away, and then you turn to face Jungkook, wrapping your arm around his dainty waist as he wraps his around you, one of his biceps a perfect pillow for your head. You sigh in contentment, knowing that you are right where you’re supposed to be in the world - by Jungkook’s side. 

Home, wherever he is.

You fall asleep with love in your heart, shining bright on you despite the dark, winter night outside.  

Monday, December 30th

The restaurant is crowded, lively chatter and clinking utensils filling the atmosphere with the type of life only the holidays can provide. Taehyung sits at the head of the table, a bright smile on his lips as your mother explains to Ariane and Jungkook how you come to this restaurant each year when there’s a special occasion.

By that, she means your and Taehyung’s birthdays, as you spend hers on the camping trip.

“We started when you were what?” your mother says, looking at Taehyung. “Fourteen?”

“Thirteen,” he answers. “We came with a bunch of friends from middle school, and Y/n was complaining the whole time.”

“I was not,” you say, pouting slightly. “You were just ignoring me the whole time because I wasn’t cool enough.”

“You really weren’t.” Taehyung’s teasing remark earns him a slap on the arm from your mother, and Ariane telling him to shut up. “What! She was just obsessed with One Direction, it was annoying.”

“And what about it?” Ariane says. “One Direction was a good group!”

Horror inches into Taehyung’s gaze. “Not you too.”

Ariane rolls her eyes, but then the waitress stops by your table, taking everyone’s order. An easy conversation follows, your mother telling you about interesting cases she saw at the ER over the last few months. Jungkook looks appalled when she mentions certain of them, his eyes about to bulge out of his head.

“You’re good?” you let out, patting his thigh reassuringly. 

“We’re supposed to eat after she’s told us all of that?” he asks, his widened gaze sliding to you.

You snort. “Yes, we are.”

He sits back in his chair, folding his arms on his chest. “Damn.” You just laugh even more, and he looks at you again. “It’s not funny!”

“It is,” you insist. “You’re adorable.”

He glares at you, though his eyes are gleaming with too much amusement for you to believe he means it. “So are you.”

“Right right,” you say, at the same time as Taehyung fake-gags. 

“You guys are disgusting,” your brother says. 

“And you think you’re better?” your mother intervenes. “You all should listen to him when he calls me and gushes about Ariane.”

Taehyung flushes red as Ariane leans towards your mother. “Oh? What does he say?”

“Namely that he thinks you’re the love of his life, and that he wants to marry…”

“Stop!” Taehyung interjects. “Fuck, mom, this is not necessary.”

He’s so red he looks like he might pass out, and you can’t help but laugh at his expense. “Don’t worry, Ari, he’s always been a hopeless romantic.”

“I’m not!”

Ariane laughs, and she rubs his back. “You are. I love that about you.”

Taehyung’s distressed features turn into a soft smile, and you roll your eyes teasingly. 

The rest of the dinner goes well, all of you eating your fill. Jungkook finishes your dish when you declare yourself defeated, and you speak with your brother without any animosity for the first time in months.

It’s relieving, far more than you would admit it. Or perhaps it’s because he’s invited you to the party one of his childhood friends is hosting, which he never did before. You know it’s because Jungkook is his closest friend now, but you still appreciate the invitation, and the party that comes with it.

Taehyung’s always partied the hardest surrounded by his friends, and tonight is no different. It’s a night of drinking and revelry and bright smiles, loud music to accompany the chatter and drinking games and everything that makes a party a good party. There’s a hot tub, and you and Jungkook spend far too long in it accompanied by Ariane, Taehyung and two of his other friends, taking turns rolling in the snow before jumping back into the hot tub.

The stars shine on and on above you all, and though it’s freezing outside you think they might allow you a piece of summer in the winter night.

You head home before Taehyung, walking hand in hand with Jungkook. You’re both tipsy, even maybe a little drunk, yet it doesn’t deter you. Not when the night is beautiful, and you have Jungkook next to you.

“I still can’t believe you got me that frame,” Jungkook says as he notices you looking up at the stars, your eyes going over the Orion constellation.

Indeed, you got him a star map of Valentine’s Day last year for Christmas. It’s beautiful, and Jungkook grew teary-eyed when you gave it to him, telling him that it was a map of the night you’d fallen in love. He promised he’d hang it in his room the second you returned to your apartment, and then he sheepishly gave you your gift.

Your reaction to his gift was… much less wholesome than his. You were outraged, telling him that he was crazy to spend so much money on you, and Jungkook just shrugged his shoulders, telling you you deserved it.

You still think he’s crazy. But over the last few days, he’s slowly convinced you that it’s going to be fun, that you truly do deserve the gift…

And who would say no to a trip to Bora Bora?

“I’m sorry,” you let out. “You fucking bought first-class plane tickets to go to Bora Bora. My gift looks like nothing compared to yours.”

“It’s not nothing!” Jungkook insists. “It’s the most sentimental gift I’ve ever received.” He smiles at you, his big doe eyes swimming with love for you. “It’ll forever be my favourite gift.”

You can’t help the smile that curves your lips upwards as your heart warms in your chest. “You deserve it,” you say, and you mean it.

Jungkook deserves every proof that people do love him. That his parents don’t know shit when it comes to him - you’ll try your best to shower him with all of the love your heart holds, every day of your life with him.

“And you deserve the trip,” Jungkook says. “You always work so hard in college, I just want you to relax for a while.”

“With you,” you say, eyes glinting with mischief. 

“Obviously.”

He pulls you in, interrupting your walk, and he kisses your forehead softly. Your heart grows even warmer, so much so that you think flowers are blooming in your soul, like a garden bursting into life.

You get home together with him, your mother seemingly fast asleep in her room from the soft snores that come from behind her door. You make your way to your room, and Jungkook plugs in your old fairy lights, even though they’re so dim now you barely can make out anything.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says as he sits on your bed.

You sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “What for?”

“For everything,” he replies, and he wraps his arms around you to pull you into his chest. “Getting to love you is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“Oh, Jungkook…” you trail off, looking up to see the silver lining his gaze.

“I love you more every day, peach,” he whispers. “It’s… it’s a gift.”

You cup his cheek, tilting your head backwards as you pull him down. The kiss is soft, gentle. The kiss is everything that makes Jungkook Jungkook, and you you. It’s the months of struggle that led to so much beauty, it’s the knowledge that, wherever you’ll go in this life, he’ll be by your side.

It’s the knowledge that he’s the one for you, and you’re the one for him.

When you pull away from the kiss, what seems like an eternity later, Jungkook pulls out his phone from his pocket. You watch him curiously as the device lights up his features, and a second later, your room fills with the first chord of Chasing Cars.

Of your song.

“Cuddle?” Jungkook asks.

You can’t say no to those big, doe eyes, and you lie down with him, your head on his chest.

“You know,” Jungkook says when the first chorus starts. “Ever since you showed me this song, it’s been my favourite.” He pauses, pecks the top of your head. “Not that I didn’t know it before. But it makes me think of you now.”

Just like it makes you think of him.

“It does?” you let out.

You feel him nod more than you see him. “When I marry you, I want it to be the song we dance to.”

Your gaze widens, and you prop yourself up on an elbow so that you can look at him. And despite the dim light in your room, despite the blurriness in your gaze from the happy tears he summoned, his beauty shines for you. So bright, a proof that he’s the Sun in your life.

He’s the astral body you were meant to orbit.

“When you marry me?”

His arm tightens around you. “Yes, when I marry you.”

You smile, brighter than a summer day. “You’ll be my husband.”

“And you’ll be my wife.”

You laugh, a crystal clear sound that heals whatever wounds were left from the months apart. From that night Taehyung punched him and kicked him out. From every time you thought that your timing didn’t align and that maybe you weren’t meant to be in this universe.

But you are. You’ve always been meant to be, haven’t you?

“Let’s start by calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, shall we?”

He pouts. “M’kay, then. Girlfriend.”

Another laugh tumbles from your lips, and you put your head back on his shoulder. He runs a soothing hand on your back, while you trace random shapes on his chest, and you think this is it.

This is a moment that will be forever engraved in your memory, to look back on whenever you have a bad day. A first moment - though it’s hardly the first - of a long line of events that will make up the story of you and Jeon Jungkook.

The song reaches its last chorus, and your heart, beating in sync with Jungkook’s, reaches the nirvana of you and him.

If I lay here 

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?

And you think, perhaps your story was already written in between the lines of your favourite song - a story of resilient love, and of promises of forever. Perhaps it was written between the first verse and the chorus, or perhaps it was written in the melody. It’s hard to tell - you just know it’s become a law of your universe. 

Now, you’ll lie with Jungkook, and maybe you’ll even forget the world. It’ll just be him, forever.

And you’ll spend the rest of your life chasing cars around his head.

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𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐲𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐦, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐢:) 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

The whole atmosphere of the set up room where the interview was taken was quite energetic. Before the show started people took their seats in the crowd, waiting for the other person who was going to get interviewed.

Of course, you blended in easily because you bought your own ticket, so it wouldn’t be obvious that you went in and everything was dealt with. No, you still wanted to wait — and so did Hayden announcing your relationship, let alone your pregnancy.

You sat in your seat as you anxiously played with your fingers, cracking them slightly and bouncing your leg up and down. You were really excited for this interview because let's be honest here — you loved Star Wars. Even the original trilogy was really close to your heart. And you were actually jumping in your room when you saw Ariana Grande’s new music video that was loosely based on one of your favorite movies. You loved to see that the two things in your life you liked most at the time were combined into one of your favorite songs to this day. {Apologizing in advance if you don’t like Break Free, but honestly I’m a huge Arianator :( }

You saw the curtains ruffle as they got pulled apart and Hayden walked out from behind them. You smiled at him warmly as you watched him walk towards one the grayish blue couches, while waving towards the crowd. The people around you erupted into loud cheering, some whistling and clapping their hands while you did so too.

Hayden sat down, shook hands with Jimmy and they eventually started speaking about how they first met actually and how Hayden suggested he should get into talk show business. You actually laughed at that, seeing that they were both happy to see eachother again after all of those years.

Jimmy mentioned Ewan getting scared of Hayden in Vader’s suit, making the crowd once again laugh. 

“Does it get really hot in there?” Jimmy asked while Hayden shifted in his seat, chuckling at his question.

“Yeah really, like you sweat buckets in that thing.” Hayden responded. “They actually got this cooling machine that goes under the suit and it splashes cold liquid all over your body so it really feels like you are a creature that this suit holds together.” He chuckled while licking his lips.

You pushed your thighs together.

“By the way you have a beautiful daughter,” Jimmy started while Hayden smiled and the crowd cheered again. “Does she know that daddy is Darth Vader?”

Hayden smiled slightly and thought once more before answering his question.

“She knows daddy is Darth Vader, she’s never seen daddy as Darth Vader.” He said while he got whistling from half of the crowd, and ‘ooo's from the other.

You actually had to slump down lower in your seat if you didn’t want anyone to notice that suddenly your rosy cheeks turned into more like a tomato. You didn’t know why you reacted to his comment like this, even though you knew he was talking about his little girl, but somehow him saying it brought images flooding into your innocent head which later on turned out to be extremely filthy when his dick came into conversation.

This was even proved by the bump that was forming on your stomach.

You looked down at the part of your body where the most precious thing in the world was growing, getting ready to enter the big world. You and Hayden were both very excited to meet your baby, and so were his and your parents. Everyone around your small family circle was very much appreciating that he was finally with someone who deserved him. His parents genuinely liked you, and even said really nice things about you when you weren’t around.

His sisters and his brother were really enjoying your time when you came over from Toronto. Since they lived in Vancouver you always visited at least once a month when Hayden wasn’t away filming but now that you are pregnant he swore that the things he needed to get done would get done with you by his side every moment. That’s how you got to New York.

You really enjoyed the city, it wasn’t the same as you always thought it would be. Coming from France and living there for most of your life you always thought that there wasn’t anything more beautiful than Paris.

Not that New York reached up to the beautiful sights to the city of love, but you still enjoyed your time there. With Hayden it was impossible not to. 

You loved each other equally and even though he always beated you in the ‘I love you more’ game he knew very well that you loved him just the same he did love you.

Hiding something like this for almost five years now is really crazy and hard to manage. No one except your family or the people you really trusted yourself with knew about your relationship with him. You didn’t want him to be the target of the public eye again with dating an ordinary girl who came from the South part of France. It wasn’t something that you’d like to see in the news.

Maybe once your secret will be revealed, but until now it didn’t matter.

“Thank you buddy for being here.” Jimmy shook hands with Hayden while the crowd shared one last final cheering. As they called it to the end, people started to stand up from their seats but before they could rush towards the two or anything, Hayden was escorted to the back of the studio behind the curtains.

Your phone started buzzing in your purse that you had brought with yourself, signalizing that it was time to go home. You smiled to yourself and stood up with everyone else, unnoticingly moving out of the building. Once you were out, you stared at the sky once more before turning back after everyone left their seats. You then saw a dressing room with his name on the white wood with a star shining bright on the door. You walked towards the entry when you heard some footsteps coming from the direction of the set. 

You panicked, trying to twist the knob and it turned out to be locked.

Fuck.

You turned around to face the exit, completely unsure of the fact that you were in the opposite way out from the exit. The main entrance where the guests were coming in was on the east side of the skyscraper while you were on the west side.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder making you turn around the moment you felt the touch. You faced a man dressed in a black suit eyeing you with a curious expression.

“What exactly are you searching here for Miss?” He asked, his voice stern.

No one’s going to believe you that you are supposedly Hayden Christensen’s secret wife. You would probably get kicked in the ass — or something slight because your tummy was already showing.

“I..um.” You started mumbling while pointing to the door. “Geez.” You chuckled. “Is this the dressing room?” You tried making it look funny that you just accidentally twisted the knob into a private part of the building.

This was the reason you almost failed drama class. You sucked at acting.

“She’s fine. Let her go.” You heard a familiar voice say while the bodyguard turned around, his headset still in his ear.

Your expression lightened the moment you saw Hayden and his did too. 

“Mr she tried breaking into your room.” The guard said, still unsure why he would let someone go who wanted to maybe attack him.

Hayden smiled slightly while shaking his head and walking next to you while you kept looking at his beautiful face.

“I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose. Right Miss?” He asked you while you tilted your head at him.

“Y..yes.” You mumbled as the blush on your cheeks got into an even deeper shade of red.

“Good.” He said while nodding at the bodyguard to leave you two alone. He looked at him like he was crazy, but then he looked down at your hand, a similar ring he saw before creeping into his mind.

“Mrs Christensen.” He nodded towards you while turning around and leaving.

“Wha..” You tried but then Hayden lifted his hand.

“You didn’t take it off?”

“I never do.” He responded.

“But Hayden..” 

“I don’t want to talk about this here and now. Okay?” His question left some confusion inside of you while you pulled at your lips and nodded slightly.

He tilted his head while looking at you, smiling once he saw that you were calm enough to take you back to his car. 

“Come.” He whispered while taking your hand. You followed shortly after him, shuddering once the chilly weather hit your skin. Goosebumps started to form on your tanned skin, making Hayden shrug out of his jacket.

“Baby we are a few blocks away. You are wearing a shirt.” You tried but he set the jacket on your shoulders, the fabric covering most of your upper body and some of your thighs. 

You always remember how easily he got sick. Even when he was wearing a knitted sweater in October he would have a 39 degree fever. 

“You are in charge of two.” He said while taking his keys out of his pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, starting to feel that you were maybe getting on his nerves with all of the protesting and that he had to tell one more person about your secret.

You stayed quiet from then on, staring at the road that the headlights lightened up. You were chewing on your bottom lip nonstop, leaning your head against your palm as you watched the skyscrapers vanish inside the gray clouds. Your house that Hayden rented for a month was actually out of the city on a calmer side of the East Coast.

“I’m sorry baby.” He started while you looked at him, curiosity shining in your eyes. “I’m sorry that we have to hide this. And I’m so tired of this shit. I want everyone to know that you are mine, but at the same time I don’t want you to be followed wherever you go. I want you to live the life that you lived before.”

You actually wanted to scoff at that. The life you lived before meeting him was full of problems, and even though you were already twenty seven when meeting him, he clearly saw that the problems that were hanging on your shoulders were the same as a girl’s who is still in highschool junior class. You sighed.

“Hayden I chose to let that life go a really long time ago. So if that’s the only thing keeping you away from throwing it at the public eye that you have been married for three years now, okay. Go.” You said while placing your hand on top of his on the transmission.

“I love you.” You said. “And I wouldn’t care if a million people by tomorrow would be banging at the front door, if I can go through this with you.” Your voice cracked by the end as you got emotional again. 

You heard him sigh before he spoke up.

“I love you more.” He whispered while you rolled your eyes at his playful institcs. He was able to make such an emotional moment a fit of laughter.

—————

He was actually showering for at least twenty minutes now, and you missed your husband’s cuddles and his warm body pressed up against you so you decided to tie your hair up into a messy bun because you didn’t want to get it wet, slipping off the shirt you had borrowed from him.

The door slightly cracked open, giving you a clear view of his ass. You smirked to yourself as you saw that one of his hands was on the tiles, whilst the other wasn’t so clear what was doing.

You looked at his fine back more than you should have, but no one else saw you staring at his butt so why not? Plus..you had a right to.

So with that you quietly stepped into the bathroom through the threshold and stripped down to your underwear, taking those off too. The steam from the hot water was filling the whole room, making the wetness erupt on your face. 

Your already heated cheeks felt like burning as you stepped into the shower behind him. His hands stilled the moment you pulled the glass away. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder while tilting your head up.

The warm water ran over the two of you both while you flattened your palms out on his lower stomach, rubbing them against his skin, kneading it.

“I saw what you were doing.” You whispered against his shoulder while you heard him chuckle. Hayden took your hands into his while turning around to face you.

“You didn’t see a thing.” He smirked while you raised your eyebrows.

“So it wasn’t your hand stroking that?” You pointed downwards while you saw some slight pink rush into his cheeks. You grinned while he rolled his eyes.

“Okay maybe I got a little carried away.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Just a little?” You tilted your head.

“A little.” He whispered before lowering his head to kiss you.

The height difference was crazy.

The kiss seemed to deepen as Hayden wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to himself but aware of the baby bump he kept a safe distance. You giggled as you felt the baby kick once your skin collided with his.

“Did he just kick me?” He asked while you let out a loud giggle, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I think so.” You mumbled against his skin while you felt his hand wander down their way on your butt.

He squeezed one of your cheeks playfully while you feeling sensitive let out a soft moan.

“That felt good?” He smirked.

“It’s not my dick brushing against you is it?” You asked.

Then he suddenly picked you up by your inner thighs. You let out a gasp as the sudden motion hit you, your gaze falling down on his face as he turned to press you up against the wall.

“Hayden.” His name fell from your lips as your hands settled on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” You felt your stomach tense as he rubbed himself against you.

“Feeling you up.” He said while you gasped again as his tip hit the top of your clit. He kept rubbing himself between your folds as you held onto him, kissing his lips.

You felt his cock twitch against your lips, making you squirm while he groaned.

“I’m close.” He mumbled, one of your hands coming up to his chin to tilt it upwards. 

“Look into my eyes as you cum on my pussy.” You whispered, making him shoot his eyes open and stare at you, his blue eyes burning into yours.

When he started letting out grunts you knew he was really close. His dick twitching, you took one of your hands and slid it down on your body, reaching his tip.

You started working your fingers on it, smiling at the view of your husband trying to contain his pleasure.

“Let it all out.” You mumbled. “I want to hear you.” Your hand went up from his chin to his cheek, your thumb rubbing against his flesh while your fingers on the other hand worked faster on his tip.

“Fuck!” He gasped and tried tilting his head back as you felt his seed shoot on your pussy, his tip smearing it everywhere.

You grabbed the back of his head and held him to look in your eyes as he came down from his high.

Your fingers that were on his tip now were rubbing your clit with his cum dripping down on it. You let out a mewl as his cock softened, but his calloused fingers took the place of yours and started to collect the smeared come.

Once he was sure he collected most of his he pressed two of his fingers into you, making you dig your heels into his back as he fingered you.

“Hayden.” You tilted your head against the tiles while he stared up at you, that smug smile on his face while his fingers brushed against your G-spot.

“I feel you.” He murmured while you moaned. “Come on my fingers Sweetheart.” Your hands immediately flew to his hair, grabbing it and tilting his head upwards so you could kiss him again.

“Oh my fucking god.” You writhed as he kept fucking his fingers into you. The coil in your stomach was so tight, and it suddenly popped making you scream his name as some tears flew out of your eyes at how powerful your orgasm was.

Hayden then rested his forehead against yours kissing your nose, cheeks and your forehead too, eventually giving you a big kiss on the lips and placing you down on the tiles while still holding you.

“This was amazing.” He said while you held into him, kissing his neck.

“Better than jacking off alone?” You teased while he groaned and made you laugh.

“Surely, Sweetheart."

[mysoullanguage]

#0018 venus and their ideals

where venus is the ideal feminine for the man, mars is the ideal masculine for the female. traits the male may exhibit from his venus will be searched for in the female

aries venus — confident, self-assured, and honest women

these men want women who are self-assured, confident, and authentic. an arian venus is a venus that seeks stimulation, growth, and adventure. without these in a relationship, the man will eventually tire and leave. spontaneity and surprise are a man's love language; he wants light-hearted love but he is possessive and will ensure to keep a close eye on his woman. while he may be jealous, he looks for women who try not to "control" them or "hold them back" from living life. for him, love involves growing by expanding boundaries and going beyond the comfort zone. if he is in a relationship with a woman and feels stagnant, the man will eventually reach an ultimatum of whereby he feels he cannot grow if he is still with her. he has a broad mind and will not settle for someone who tries restricting their way of living. they could be "out there" and party or simply just travel a lot and if the woman he is with attempts to restrict him, he will feel suffocated.

emotional expressiveness and honesty are key qualities these men look for also. he does not look for someone who smothers or someone who is overly protective, but he looks for someone he can rely on honestly. these men are not overly emotional but they are very impulsive and will heavily rely on their impulses to keep them moving and going through life. as long as feelings are kept honest and light-hearted, these men will feel most comfortable in the relationship. relationships where the woman is overly sentimental or "too sensitive" can actually trigger the man into leaving as he feels he has no emotional freedom as he is actually forced into feelings things, rather than coming to his own senses. this man needs to be pushed (mentally and physically) constantly and they cannot be stagnant in their personal and love life. lively, energetic, and confident women are most attractive to this man. shy and reflective women are only attractive if the man senses her inner confidence, mysticism, and self-respect.

women who are unafraid of expressing their thoughts and opinions are attractive to these men also. they may date women who are more "masculine" than feminine in the sense that they may be more sexual and free-spirited than a typical emotionally-attuned woman who values emotions and family over sex and etc. he may date women who are independent and have their own money and lives sorted as he feels unable to be wholly relied upon.

sex and lust will flow through the relationship in big, strong waves. passion and infatuation will be strong indicators of raw chemistry. these men want a connection that triggers their mind and soul into growing and chasing. these men, being an aries venus, love chasing; therefore, the women they are with must be enticing, with something to always discover. if the man feels as though he knows his woman thoroughly or feels as though he "caught" her, he may become bored or uninterested. if he doesn't feel a fiery connection or profound attraction, he may feel dissatisfied as his sexual needs can be hard to please. he wants a woman who is confident in her own sexuality and is not interested in women who are insecure or self-doubting. he doesn't want to feel owned while simultaneously owning the woman, if, of course, his venus is negatively aspected. in extreme cases if the man is insecure or threatened by a woman's self-confidence he will "own" the woman and become controlling. these men may have one night stands or just have very light and free relationships with people where labels don't define them. they may be cheaters or just very hot and cold in relationships. for an evolved man however, commitment and loyalty are actually desirable traits in a woman, because he offers these too. he may rush into relationships quickly or just offer a very quick-paced relationship... the woman must keep up or he will have no problem leaving her behind!

taurus venus — sensual, giving, and traditional women

in a broad sense, taurus venus are traditional men, whether with morals or actual traditions. traditional may include marriage or just very dedicated relationships. he may even have a provider mindset in his relationships. this is an insanely romantic placement with a very grounded demeanor that ultimately hides his passions and desires. he feels everything very deeply and looks for someone with whom he can live comfortably. he does not look for someone overly adventurous or spontaneous like a fire or air venus; instead, he looks for someone who can offer him the simplicity of love and peace. he loves women who value their appearance by taking care of their hygiene and taking care of their looks. they don't find unpresentable women attractive or women who don't make an effort on their appearance. this isn't to say these men are vain but, in a broader sense, these men love aesthetics; they love looking at something pretty or aesthetic. they love art and are fascinated by the magic of art and will, therefore, instinctively, look for "aesthetics" or the "pretty" in women. fashion, makeup, hair, etc. are all included in the "aesthetics."

these men might go for women who are independent and career-oriented. these men have the long vision of family and kids however, and he cannot settle with someone who does not share the vision of having a happy-ever-after with kids and love. these men are the type to spoil with gifts and surprise dates but these men do not rush into relationships. he is not insecure to bother with people just for the sake of being in a relationship. these men have no problem being alone whatsoever and will actually be alone until they meet someone who convinces them to stay. taurus men look for the qualities of loyalty, caring, loving, humility, and honesty in a woman. if he meets a woman he will not make any further movements until he is convinced she offers these feminine qualities. he is not interested in insecure women or women who have a lot of exes or promiscuous women. for him, a life of stability and financial freedom is all he wants; he looks at life as something to build rather than to exploit. by giving away his body or himself, he is giving away valuable access to people who don't deserve it. he doesn't need anybody's attention to be happy or feel free. he will also look for this in a woman.

these men are not emotionless; rather, they can be very emotional with the woman they have chosen. the only distinction is that he is very grounded in the way he expresses and processes his emotions and thoughts. he rarely lets anything bother him to the core but he is also very observant in how others act and treat him. he can be a very stubborn person with slight vindictiveness but he is generally a kind soul with little room for vengeance. he looks for women who won't mother him but will offer a balance between love and independence. he can provide for himself and is merely looking for a companion more than someone to care for him. if he is traditional, then he will actually look for someone to provide for. he may date women who are traditional or just very attractive. he may date women for marriage. he may date women who are independent; whether financially, or living alone, or working a specific job

these men express their love on a physical and emotional level. touching and gift-giving are these men's key love languages. they love experiencing life and others through touch and will devour their women with affection and attention. they are lowkey clingy with a very cold and hardened demeanor on the outside. he will rarely share his depth with people who haven't touched him emotionally. only close friends and family will know who these people really are. the ideal woman for this man would be someone who is of a consistent and hardworking caliber. she cannot let things get to her because she needs to stay consistent and dedicated on her journey to success. these men might not value materialism too much but it is also how they express their gratitude towards the woman they are with. someone who is predictable and humble will win his heart. it's like they are hardwired to be monogamous...

gemini venus — communicative, honest, and knowledgeable women

mental stimulation is probably the most important thing for these men. for these men, a mental connection is required for any relationship to bloom. it's why gemini venus typically prefers someone like-minded as them. in general though, gemini venus are very light-hearted people with little to prove. they are opinionated and somewhat stubborn; they are superficial but very funny and optimistic also. they can be very philosophical or just very communicative. he thinks nothing is impossible for him, not even relationships, however, relationships can become a real struggle if he surrounds himself with the wrong women. to specify, gemini venus is a very unserious sign, usually very light-hearted and very much non-committal. them being cheaters or two-faced is a direct manifestation of the superficial personality they show to everyone. it's not wholly true, because that suggests these people feel nothing below the surface when they really do. it's just they are very selective about who they share their feelings with and when. in relationships, for example, they may communicate their feelings very rationally or very specifically. for women who are overly sensitive or emotional, it becomes a bore for the gemini venus to give constant reassurance when, in his mind, there is nothing wrong. the disconnect between emotions is real when he is an unevolved gemini venus. he may lead people on or be very flirty, but he may also run away quickly once he detects any ounce of seriousness creeping in.

for him, his ideal feminine is someone who can keep the conversation going forever. he loves learning and will look for someone who can learn alongside him. he loves traveling and exploring and looks for a best friend and a lover to join him. his ideal feminine is someone who can trick him, someone who can make him laugh, someone witty, someone who can challenge his mind. physical aspects are important, but this sign tends to focus on the mental to really feel anything else. they look for the mental "click" between him and his woman before he feels comfortable going further. he may prefer women who are social and have a lot of friends.

independence is a strong need for this placement. they need to feel like they have the freedom to roam and do whatever they want without the restrictive "labels" that tie them down. a lot of these people don't commit because they actually fear commitment. he needs a man that keeps her guessing at all times.

these men may date women who are independent, flirtatious, and unserious. these men may date women who are vain or just very superficial. he may prefer short flings to real and long-lasting relationships. these men may date women who are insecure or need male validation; he often preys on these as a result of being an insecure man. when a gemini venus is insecure, he will become highly opinionated, will gossip, and will cheat. therefore, the women he attracts will be of the same caliber.

cancer venus — sentimental and family-oriented women

the ideal feminine for this man is someone caring, loving, and family-oriented. there is usually a nostalgic or sentimental connection with these men's lovers because of their connection to their roots and mother and how much they try to replicate it in their own personal lives. these men are tenacious and ambitious, being a cardinal sign. he is a leader at heart and understands the need to provide and his responsibility in building a home. he doesn't desire or go for women who are too loud or showy. he prefers women who are quiet and down-to-earth like himself. women who are homebodies or women who enjoy spending time alone are most likely his preference as he is the same. many people may associate this sign with immaturity because of certain stereotypes that cancer placements are cheaters but, in reality, it's only the case if this venus is unevolved or malefically placed/aspected. it can also be the case where these men are overly protective, jealous, or possessive of their women; these traits usually signify an underlying problem though, such as mommy issues or just neglect from a young age. for most men, they try to replicate their domestic home in their current one, whether it be through sentimental objects or just through certain traditions.

he is protective and loving of his woman. he is connected to his feminine side of nurturing and being sympathetic. he looks for these qualities in women too. his ideal feminine involves someone who is caring, loving, humble, and childish like him. he is a loyal man who will devote his time and energy to his woman, always. on the outside, he may be known as the guy who works hard to provide for his woman. he may be known as someone who's just ambitious or a workaholic. but really, he is a gooey and affectionate guy who loves hard. he expresses his feelings both in an affectionate and gooey way but also in a provider way, where he provides for his woman and gives her gifts. this is a seriously happy placement but it can also be a severely damaged one. these men may attract women who are insecure or just very emotional and overly sentimental. this typically speaks of an issue the man has, as the women he meets are reflections of his own insecurities. an unhappy home may lead him to see women with broken homes too. he may play the saviour in relationships or try to "heal" the other without realizing he needs healing too.

his ideal feminine will be someone who is sensitive to others and himself. he may go for women who are shy and sweet. he may be the indecisive type and will actually need a woman he can go to for counsel when necessary. he really just wants a best friend and a lover with whom he can relate to. this is a very needy placement and women who are easily overwhelmed or disgusted at gooey affection will not be satisfied in a relationship with these men. he wants someone he can build a family and a home with, not somebody overly focused on superficial things like money or social status (although because this is a cardinal sign, cancer venus are typically very ambitious when it comes to these things... but only because he has to!!!).

leo venus — dramatic, fiery, and loving women

leo venus is arguably one of the most devoted and loving signs of the venus zodiac. they are loyal and care for their partners very deeply. for a man, the level of devotion he expects should be returned from his woman. an evolved leo venus will always be humble and loving when in a relationship. to him, however, his ideal feminine will be someone who is unapologetically self-expressive and fiery. he wants someone who can bring the real deal and someone who offers an undying passion for their partner. he feels things on a dramatic level and expects his woman to express his feelings, however dramatic they may be. he goes above and beyond for his partner in a love so unconditional and somewhat divine. what he wants from a female, however, is appreciation, compliments, and to be valued as a man. if he is in a relationship where he doesn't feel reassured, valued, or appreciated, or feels as though his loyalty is being tested or abused, he will quickly lose interest. he does not settle for women who lack gratitude or appreciation in simple things. the ideal feminine will involve personality and security. this may be a vain placement in the sense that these people typically go off looks or appearances but their attraction towards physical appearance wears off as attraction towards personality and actual expressions of love take over. he needs someone who isn't validated by the world or someone who has a very strong self-image. he wants someone who knows how to dress. he has a love for art or just writing and would appreciate words of affirmation. he may be attracted to women who are independent but most importantly women who are proud and confident. he does not find insecure women attractive as it does not align with his goal to become his best possible self.

these men radiate luxury and materialism. they, if evolved, are hardworking and attract very elegant women. therefore, women who are promiscuous, or women who do not offer loyalty, are instantly out of his mind. their strong desire for affection and attention are sometimes expressed in how much they spoil their woman. they love love and love being loved. leo mars in women typically look for men who are ready to bow to her and worship her but leo venus in men look for this "worship" in a different way. if the woman is outgoing and herself and offers her time to the man only, then he will feel like he is worshipped. he wants a woman who is confident in her sexuality as he is very sexual and very intimately demanding. he will have a high sex drive for his woman and will continuously look to bond with her. in general, this placement dates for marriage or, at the very least, for the long term. because these men have so much love to offer, they typically hold off until they meet their "one" or until they trust someone. unevolved leo venus men actually act gullible because they desire attention so much and are so insecure they need it from multiple women. they tend to put their trust in so many people and are therefore abused.

leo venus men are probably the tamest out of the fire venus bundle because this is a fixed sign with a very hardworking streak. they are very calculated in their work life and will look for a woman who can match the independence, work ethic, and morals that he has. he has very high standards in love and will look for a woman with matching dignity and self-respect. he also looks for optimism, support, and advice from his woman. these men must ensure that they do not attract the wrong type of confidence, i.e. women who are cocky and self-absorbed. these men may have the tendency to be self-absorbed and cocky and therefore attract women who are the same. but, they must find childishness in the woman they date because leo, in general, is very childish/childlike and heals through playing with their inner child. releasing their inner child in a relationship is very important.

virgo venus — critical, humble, and self-giving women

virgo venus is a critical sign, especially in a man. because this placement is so logically placed, there seems to be an emphasis on logic or rational thinking in love. these men love being alone and spending time with quality friends/family. they're not the type to make friends with everyone, but instead the type to make a few friends along their journey. therefore, it's a clear sign of love if a virgo venus man decides to keep a woman in his life. his main struggles will revolve around learning humility and learning how to stop being critical (towards his woman and himself) and learning to not be a perfectionist. being perfect is great, but it is not realistic. modesty and honesty are admired and desired by these men because they love cleanliness and being tidy. they love women who have good hygiene or have a (strict) routine they can stick to, whether it be a work routine or a gym one. the ultimate downfall for this sign is being overly possessive or controlling and having standards too unattainable. on a general level, though, these men are attracted to quiet women. they don't like or desire women who are too loud or overly expressive.

these men may be the loner type, or at least the type to have very few friends. he needs a lot of time for his social battery to recharge. it's important for him, then, to have someone who respects his need for loneliness. he looks for women who are dependable and reliable because he is also. being an earth sign, reliability, consistency, and predictability are his strongest qualities. he may be overly critical or too much of a perfectionist, but his work ethic or sympathy toward the poor can never be undermined. he looks for these qualities (sympathetic, loyal, clean, predictable, reliable) because he looks for a woman who can live her value, rather than not having any self-esteem and trying to prove something she isn't. dignified women who have a lot of self-respect and humility are most desirable for these men. they may be traditional or, for example, look for maternal qualities in their women, too.

these men's downfall can involve self-esteem issues or heavy insecurities, usually projected when in a relationship because of how much they are forced to look at their partner who mirrors these men's self-esteem issues. they may attract "low-value women" with qualities the complete opposite of what these men desire because of their own "low-value" selves. these men may surround themselves with too many people because they actually fear being alone and they look for the attention and validation of others to satisfy their inner void. they experience great turmoil when they realize their critical and hateful nature actually stems from their own distaste for their own character. they become hypocritical and heavily hateful towards others.

these men don't fall in love very quickly, therefore making them very slow-moving in love. they're not quick to love or feel (but are definitely quick to judge!), so the woman can always expect the man to reveal himself later on in the relationship. he is not the one to expect immediate commitment, but commitment that is worked on instead. loyalty is everything to him, as he makes an excellent companion. these men can actually become infatuated and deeply in love with women, but it takes a long time to really get there. when in love, though, become provider men. they prioritize their women's needs and actually do everything for her.

libra venus — flirtatious, sensual, and feminine women

very similar desires as a taurus venus man: feminine women with good taste in art, "aesthetics", and fashion. these men may be feminine themselves or just be very attuned to their feminine side, i.e. emotional, fashionable, etc. they appreciate the finer things in life and looks for a woman that is a chase but also someone with style. as this is a sign of scales, these men look for a woman they can be in synch with. this is a sign of togetherness, therefore whoever this man chooses, he will reflect. women who are "well-groomed" or just very elegant are his ideal feminine. he doesn't look for someone loud or gaudy or someone who doesn't take care of herself. he looks for cleanliness, charm, and peace without her having to do much. if you want a mental image of who these men want, think of someone with a libra rising or someone who has very heavy libra placements (especially those that are very prominent.) he looks for a woman who is respectable, polite, and confident in herself and her sexuality.

relationships promote his flirtiness and need for love and, therefore, if in a relationship, he will find himself spoiling his woman or just tending to her every need. therefore, he will look for someone who can reflect his flirtatious nature and sex drive. this is a hopeless romantic who loves love. he does not look for a woman who is vain or so focused on appearance, it becomes her whole personality. these men, as much as they want good looks, actually fall into the trap of dating women who are superficial and offer only... well... good looks. they often date women with no personality or women who cannot truly reflect the man's need to bounce off his woman and connect with her on a romantic level. sensuality and sexual grace are key qualities the woman should have because he is drawn to looks and energy.

these men don't look for someone who make relationships hard. they don't look for someone who mother them or smother them in love and demands. yes, this is a highly affectionate and loving sign but he tends to stay as superficial as he possibly can, emotionally wise. feelings aren't difficult for him but they can feel like a chore if he is in a relationship with someone who demands feelings to be felt. he prefers someone he can work and grow beside. he prefers being with someone and feeling as though he can still be independent and not tied down by chains in the relationship. he wants someone who speaks and moves smoothly, not someone who is aggressive or sudden in their approach. he actually encourages feminine behavior in his relationships and will actually help other women heal their wounded femininity. however, women who act masculine or tough are not desirable to him. to him, the ideal feminine is quite literally feminine all around.

mental stimulation is important in his relationships because he is an air venus. if he feels stagnation or boredom, his mind is easily piqued by others who offer something more worthwhile. this isn't to say libra venus men are disloyal; they can be very loyal, but to a fault, they have demands as does anybody else. air signs are constantly on the move whether it be physically or mentally. this person is always thinking, interacting, and fantasizing. if his woman does not share the same excitement as him or the same energy, he will quickly become underwhelmed. he is not impressed by women that are wanted by other men, but women who are modest, independent, and offer love only when they want it.

scorpio venus — sensual, mysterious, and “untouchable” women

these men, on the outside, are typically very emotionless and uncaring. on the inside, however, they are profoundly emotional with a strong capacity to love. these men tend to attract women who cause severe change within themselves, as scorpio venus can be a tremendously burdening placement to have, with scorpio = change/transformation, and venus = love/friendship. with these two combined, their friendships or relationships are constantly challenged. for a scorpio venus man, love is a heavy source of change and transformation. their insecurities are usually mirrored in their relationships. they have a strong responsibility to heal with this placement. for a man, his ideal feminine is someone loyal, possessive, and caring. this placement carries a heavy emotional aspect and these men must find someone who can reflect their depth of feeling. he does not find weak-willed women attractive. confidence and sensuality are this sign's turn-ons and he will not find someone who lacks depth or mystery. for him, loyalty is not easily given. he will choose "untouchable" women who have a short history with men. they are not picky, but are just very selective with whom they have intimacy with. they will only open up to those they see long-term potential with.

this is not a sign that dates for fun or for the short-term. if he does, he is an unevolved scorpio venus. evolved scorpio venus' dates with labels, with clear possession, with clear signs the woman is his and his only. unevolved scorpio venus' usually date but fear fully committing because they are scared of rejection or facing the fact that someone might not like them as much as he likes them. typically, these men attract women who are seductive, passionate, and mysterious. they tend to keep their relationships private. for him, his ideal feminine is someone affectionate, loving, and confident. he loves women confident in their sexuality. he typically goes for women who have similar energy as him, i.e. someone with scorpio placements, with whom he can relate to. for him, having someone to relate to is important because he wants to feel understood by his partner inasmuch he wants to understand others. his red flag, however, is his subconscious habit of self-sabotaging. he may cause drama or self-sabotage whilst in a relationship. being a heavily insecure sign, it's common to see many relationships fail because of him. pluto's influence over venus causes turmoil within him, making him question his self-worth and ability to provide for his woman. it's why, for him, relationships can be scarce. oftentimes, the women he attracts are the catalyst for his healing journey. the typical depiction of scorpio is someone who brings others down in an attempt to become equal to them. here, too, the scorpio venus man might become overly controlling or obsessive in the relationship to the point of bringing down the other instead of uplifting the other.

the ideal feminine for these men is someone who can recognize the value between intertwining love and sex together. this sign is intensely passionate and will cling to whoever he loves dearly. if his woman doesn't reciprocate the same neediness or obsessiveness as he does for her, he will doubt his true feelings for her. what he wants is someone who can let him heal and grow. he is attracted to women who are quiet but fiery. he wants to know his woman inside out. he desires quiet elegance whereby the woman speaks with energy instead of words.

spirituality may become interwoven into the relationship as these men see love as an ecstatic experience more than a shallow connection. this means these men typically see relationships as something spiritual or destined. if his woman is not on the same wavelength as him on this fact, he will quickly become disinterested.

sagittarius venus — adventurous and free-spirited women

this can be a very fun placement for those who don't want to take love so seriously. these men are born to be unserious. they are born to be adventurous and to experiment with others, especially in love. this can be a highly polygamous person or a cheater. this sign is rarely loyal and, if loyal, is only loyal because the relationship has little to no rules. this man's ideal feminine is someone concerned with the spiritual life, as well as the material one. these men are highly spiritual people, with a very strong moral compass. they have very strong views on life and can actually be very opinionated, depending on how some people view them. they may be stubborn.

for him, his ideal feminine will involve someone who can offer spontaneity and excitement in the relationship. movement or adventure is crucial for these men to feel satisfied. they actually bond with their loved ones better when they have a mutual interest (such as traveling) or when they can explore new themes/places together. these men radiate light and optimism wherever they go and will look for a woman that uplifts them rather than one that tries dimming his light. he is actually very selective in who he loves because of his adventurous and independent standard. actually, his independence may become his ultimate downfall in relationships. because they are so individualistic and independent, they often fear losing their independence in relationships and will, therefore, avoid any sort of serious commitment. it often backfires when the women they're with lose interest because they can't seem to offer them honest loyalty. they start lying and manipulating their way into the sheets just to disappear the next day. this sign is the perfect example of someone who wants independence but also wants love. they feel love on a deep level, regardless of what anyone says. they're not superficial lovers but they make things superficial for the sake of light-heartedness. nonetheless, they can make great partners if this sign has evolved into someone with spiritual or religious values. an evolved sagittarius venus can become one of the most intoxicating signs because of their positive attitude toward life.

i may have mentioned his superficiality in relationships, but his ideal feminine involves someone who can think incredibly philosophically and someone who has a deep view of life. he meanders through life with a specific purpose in mind and needs someone who understands him and why he does the things he does. he needs to work with others to figure out how life works and how different cultures live. it's why adventure is so important to him and having a woman who can join him on his adventure. he wants someone to grow with, someone to evolve with, someone to learn with. these are highly philosophical men who will trigger others into rethinking life just from their opinions or beliefs on life.

these men may not have a particular goal in mind and therefore need a woman who is the same or at least is willing to explore with him. women who rely on predictability, consistency, and money will find themselves dissatisfied with a sagittarius venus because money rarely actually matters for these men. even if they become rich, their generous nature encourages them to spoil their family and friends rather than themselves. because this is a jupiter-ruled venus, luck and abundance may reign throughout these men's relationships, but they may become too broad and general, there's hardly ever a deeper click than with the mind or physical attraction. for these men, they can be highly lustful or passionate they use sex to satisfy themselves. this isn't for every sagittarius venus, however; this is only a general observation or interpretation. sagittarius can actually be a very loyal companion... only if evolved.

he may date women who are spontaneous, spiritual, religious, or philosophical. he may date women with little to no expectations or women who don't mind having short flings or short relationships. he may date women as part of an arrangement (think arranged marriage) or he may date ethnic/foreign women. he may date outside his race or culture. he may date women who are exotic or something he's not used to. not as a fetish, although this can be an extreme manifestation of an unevolved sagittarius venus. he may date someone from one of his travels or adventures. generally speaking, he may date women who are very optimistic, funny, honest, humble, and generous.

capricorn venus — hardworking, traditional, and successful women

these men are very traditional and hardworking. his ideal feminine will include the following traits: loyal, hardworking, traditional, independent but family-oriented, logical, and successful. social status may be important to these men but, in general, they value success and material wealth. they desire women who are family-oriented and motherly. because they are traditional, they will mostly be monogamous and will marry their spouse without a doubt. for them, hookup culture isn't a thing... if this placement is evolved. these men work for their money and are natural providers for their women, whether it be entirely or just partly.

these men value class, elegance, honesty, and ambition. these men are very stubborn people in the sense that they will persevere, regardless of circumstances. they are workaholics who appreciate when a woman is independent and can take care of herself. he looks for ambition in women, also. he does not find laziness or reliance on him attractive. he does not find gaudy or loud women attractive. modest and quiet women seem to catch his attention. in relationships, he is not quick to open up but, being a stubborn sign, will always persevere in his relationships. he is not quick to tire when it comes to working for a successful relationship. he is devoutly loyal and will always communicate openly. however, his only downfall is his emotional unawareness or lack of emotional reciprocation. he wants a woman that is motherly and intelligent. he wants a woman that is in control of her emotions instead of someone who is overly sensitive or complains a lot. being an earth sign, he is slow to fall in love and slow to propose. he is not looking for someone aggressive, but someone who is predictable, sure of what they want, and certain of their future. this sign works for its future. these men are probably one of the most hardworking signs in the entire zodiac and, while it may come with its disadvantages, it comes with a lot of advantages, too. for example, they will always be predictable in their approach. their woman will never be unsure of how this man feels for them. she will always know, for certain, where in life he wants to go. she will always feel comfortable knowing he will provide for her when necessary. she, on the other hand, must promise him loyalty, responsibility, commitment, and patience. these men work for their future slowly and steadily. if he values social status or social success, he will most likely look for women in the public field, or older women who have a lot of success.

these men look for someone mature. they're not feminine freaks but they will desire a woman who is connected to her feminine side as her maternal instincts (i.e. care, love, sensitivity, empathy, loyalty) match his masculine instincts (hardworking, providing, guiding, honesty.) these men may instinctively date women similar to their mothers. they may date women who are serious and detached.

aquarius venus — unconventional and authentic women

these men are naturally self-expressive and authentic. they are very different from others and know this in their minds. therefore, they will look for similarities in women. women who are self-expressive and unconventional are their ideal feminine. they don't want a woman with a copy-and-paste personality or an appearance that is similar to everyone else's. really, this person looks for someone who stands out from the crowd because, they too, stand out from the crowd. they are very genuine in their approach to love because they appreciate the differences in people, rather than what's conventional. they don't like following traditions or submission to dogma but instead will create their own "traditions" or beliefs that involve their own personality. they may oppose marriage, for example, or they may oppose monogamous relationships. they may not believe in labels such as boyfriend/girlfriend, even. nonetheless, they can make great lovers because they inspire their women to take charge and to go after what they truly desire. they push the boundaries of those they love and will happily stay loyal to the long-term vision they have with their partners. they're not particular about their fashion style but they, as an aquarius venus, stand out with their uniqueness. they feel if they were to "settle" with someone who is just like everybody else, they may lose their individuality. it's why, too, they tend to refuse or dislike labels. if they feel as though they have to fit some standard instead of being themselves, they tend to run away. this sign can have some serious commitment issues but, if evolved, can see relationships as an excellent tool and method to grow as a person and learn about others.

similarly to other air and fire signs, they tend to fear stagnation or boredom in a relationship. therefore, women who are "eccentric" or women who bring a lot of temptation, chasing, and change are very desirable. these men value women who can keep their own independence and women who can let them be independent also. women who recognize the value of excitement in relationships are ultimately most desirable as these women are the ones that cause growth in relationships. if he's in a relationship with a woman that is too laid-back or predictable, he will feel like there's nothing to chase and nothing to gain from the relationship. mental stimulation is a necessity for them as they must always feel like they are on the move.

because both aquarius and venus = friendships/relationships, these people ultimately look for a best friend they can relate with. they don't date simply for sex or for love but for the bond that comes with being friends and lovers. for these people, they can be very loyal to their partner if they think their partner is both a lover and a best friend. there must be a strong connection before he feels like he can commit to them. these men don't commit easily in the sense that they must have a mental rapport with them stronger than physical attraction. remember, this sign looks for quirks and things others don't see.

these men may date women who give themselves to society or those who are good with the public or have a lot of friends. they choose to date women who have a unique style and women who enjoy being self-expressive. loyalty and authenticity are key qualities these men look for because these men look for something unique, rather than something copied. they may date women who, on some level, "don't want anything serious", or women who have very loose beliefs on traditions and the like. these men may date women who are very independent and look for companionship more than a serious relationship.

pisces venus — loving, dreamy, and mysterious women

this placement can be very similar to scorpio venus in the sense that these men crave sensuality and emotional intensity. this is not a sign that dates for fun or for the short term. to thes men, love is more ecstatic than practical. this doesn't mean they are unreliable as lovers but they focus on the emotional aspect of relationships to the point of becoming engulfed in the idea of escaping through love with another person. he has an incredible capacity to love and will give whatever he can to the woman he loves. his ideal feminine is someone loyal, sensitive, and emotional. he needs someone he can feel back and forth with and needs someone emotionally readily available for them. they can be a hunch to date as they have a tendency to smother or be insecure in relationships. most of the time, these men attract women who are hard to reach or emotionally unavailable. this is a common link between all water signs because they crave a connection so deep and profound, they tend to force emotions or self-sabotage for the sake of feeling. he is ready to worship his female, but only if she is willing to do the same. they may be hopeless romantics and spend their entire lives looking for "the one" with unrealistic standards and expectations of love. despite the fairytale love he looks for, he often fails to live up to the dream he envisions. nonetheless, these people are devoutly loyal and, if positively aspected, can make some of the most unforgettable lovers out there. their level of kindness is unmatched and the things they are willing to do for others goes beyond just personal sacrifice.

he does not find cold women attractive. he needs someone to emotionally attune to. this is his demand. if he feels as though the connection has run out of synch he will either run away or try his hardest to revive the connection. he looks for someone understanding and committed because he offers a level of understanding and empathy others cannot offer. he is turned on by kindness, sweetness, and motherly traits because this person looks for someone quite the opposite of independent, aggressive, or just very emotionless. if any girl was to win his heart, it would be through affection, attention, and being nice.

a highly negative side to this placement is that, while he may desire love so much, he may actually attract women who need to be loved. he may act as the healer or attract very broken and insecure women who need to be shown love. this can prove to be toxic when the man begins over-giving and the woman begins abusing his attention and efforts by demeaning his efforts as she will never feel good enough for him. to him, the ideal feminine involves being mysterious and hard to reach. he doesn't like easily accessible women or women who have a lot of options. they need to feel like the only one.

this placement can be very ambitious, but he is ambitious through emotions rather than logic. if he feels something, it's felt passionately and thoroughly. he doesn't follow his instincts as much and actually prefers taking the flow with things but it doesn't mean he's idle or passive. instead, he takes his time and makes time for things he is genuinely passionate about or interested in. if he doesn't have someone who (emotionally) supports him or shares his interests, he will feel undermined or unvalued in the relationship. femininity is important to him. he likes someone gentle, delicate, etc.

love and sex are intertwined as one and only unevolved pisces venus would abuse sex. to a pisces venus, sex is the sacrifice of the body almost; it's the connection between body and mind and it is where love is truly expressed through physical connection + climax. there is a certain idealization of sex however, where it is made up to be some sort of great escape of pleasure when in reality it's a soul tie with a deeper bond.

[yoshitsuno]

Hogtober Day 7 : Honeydukes

Sebastian went a little further into the shop, pointing out the impressive candyfloss machine. He encouraged Ariane to turn the crank and find out what was going to happen. Curious, the young girl complied and saw the candyfloss levitating, like little coloured clouds. She found it particularly pleasing to look at. But she turned away from this sweet little spectacle and joined Sebastian in another chest of drawers where the "Pepper Imps" were sitting.

"These are Tristan's favourite. I swear, you should see him eat one, it's so scary you'd run for your life. Try one," he said, handing Ariane a pepper imps.

Ariane frowned, not understanding what was so scary about eating one of these pepper imps. Without really paying attention to what might happen to her, Ariane ate the sweet and suddenly felt a strange sensation of heat in her stomach, rising dangerously up her chest and throat. Sebastian barely had time to move before Ariane spat fire for several seconds. She had a huge coughing fit, her eyes were watering without really meaning to and her throat was irritated. Sebastian approached her, placing a hand on her back.

"Are you all right, Princess?" worried the young boy. "Maybe I went a bit too far."

"Nom de dieu," she began, still coughing a little, "how does Tristan manage to eat it? It's atrociously pungent!"

"Don't look, it's Tristan. I don't know how he does it either, but he loves these sweets. Especially when James is around."

"James? Who's James?"

"He's the headmaster's nephew. He and Tristan always get on at each other, so he's taken to keeping pepper imps in his pocket and eating one to scare James away. I have to admit, it wasn't the best idea as he nearly burnt the other idiot's hair. But that didn't stop James from continuing to look for trouble with Tristan."

"I see. Looks like my brother's got a few tricks up his sleeve. On the other hand, do you have anything that might calm my irritation? I don't know, something sweeter and more ordinary."

The Secret Keepers, chapter 6

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Yes this is an illustration for my chapter 6 of my fanfiction 'The Secret Keepers"

[morelikeravenbore]

💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

CA-CAW BISH 💙

CA-CAW BINCH! 💙

Thank you for sending this, ya cutie! I didn't feel like writing about myself so I uh did this instead 👉👈 hehe I hope it spreads some positivity regardless.

Silly drabble, 600~ words.

Sebastian smoothed the sheet of parchment over the desk and reviewed his work with a small nod of satisfaction. Curfew was near, and the library was deathly silent save for the near-constant stream of dark mutterings coming from the girl beside him. Aurélie, for all her beauty, humour, and charm, was a force to be reckoned with when she was in a bad mood, and after an entire day of being grumbled, glared and snapped at, Sebastian was quite ready to put a stop to it. 

'Right,' he said decisively, squinting at his untidy scrawl. 'Are you ready?' 

'No.'

'First question —' 

'I still don't understand how this is going to help!' 

Not for the first time in his life, Sebastian thanked whatever higher power had given him a twin sister and thus a lifetime of experience dealing with the wildly shifting moods of girls: Anne was certainly a  formidable foe when she was upset, but even the volatile temper of a Sallow paled in comparison to that of a French girl when she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Still, vast experience notwithstanding, he exhaled a deep, slow breath before calmly explaining, for the third time in a row, ‘It's called practising gratitude. It's supposed to help you shift your mood so you feel better.'

'Fine,' Aurélie pouted, slumping lower in her chair. 'Ask the stupid questions.'

‘First,’ he began, referring to the list of prompts he'd compiled. 'List five things you love about yourself.' 

'Five?' she shrieked, bolting upright as if he'd just assigned her a twelve inch essay on the history of flobberworms. 'Pass. Next.'

'We'll come back to that one, then, shall we?' he said through his teeth. 'Share four things you're excited about.'

'Going to bed,' she muttered. 

Sebastian scribbled it down. 'And?' 

'That's it.'

Unwilling to concede defeat until he at least drew out a single, tiny, begrudging smile from her, he went on. 'Next question. Three people you love deeply.'

'Shoes.'

'Shoes are not people, Aura.'

'Shoes are a girl's best friend.'

'That's diamonds!' 

'Those, too. Write that down.'

'Alright.' With mounting frustration, he added "shoes" and "diamonds" to the list of people she loved. 'Who else? Real people, Aura.'

'Celeste,' she offered, leaning forward to watch him write her best friend's name on the list. 

'And? Come on, you might play the part of World’s Most Aloof Ravenclaw, but I know for a fact you love more than just one person…' 

'Hmm, Poppy. And Esme! And Jean, and Siobhan. And Lory, Cordelia, Tessa, Rosalie, Gibby, Allegra. Ummm...' She paused to catch her breath while Sebastian's quill flew across the parchment, struggling to keep up. 'Johanna, Calypso, Matty, Eleanor, Ariane, Winter, Alyn. Oh, and Artemis, and Lydia! And Violet and Pearl, and Eloise, both of them —' 

When finally she found herself out of names, Sebastian reviewed the long list with a bemused expression. ‘All these friends and you can't think of a single nice thing to say about yourself. Anyway —’ He shook his head and turned to look at her, ‘— you're missing someone.'

'Oh?' she frowned, critically eyeing the list of names. ‘No, I don't think so.’

'Mhm. A certain charming, good-looking, highly intelligent, freckled someone.'

'Oh!' She smacked her palm to her forehead. 'You're right! Garreth Weasley.'

Sebastian nearly choked on his tongue. 'I'm not writing Garreth fucking Weasley under "people you love deeply"', he refused, throwing his quill down. 

'Oh, but he's so friendly.'

‘No,’ he said flatly. 

‘Alright, alright, grum-py. How about this?’ With an impish grin, she picked up his quill and, in a long, elegant script, wrote “Sebastian Sallow” across the top of the parchment. 

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. ‘You couldn't have put me first?’ he grumbled.

‘I could've,’ she replied, smiling for the first time that day. ‘But it's much more fun making you jealous.’

🦋 Featuring my loves and some of Aura's AU besties: @sallowsangel @sallowslove @sloanesallow @lorriiraine @2centniffler @gingerlegacy07 @mianeryh @galaxiasgreen @lyworth @ravenwind-75 @dwightschrute11 @girl-named-matty @endless-starlight-legacy @yoshitsuno @moonstruckmoony @ps-cactus @polarisgreenley @esolean @vienguinn @myokk @thesuperiorfeeling

[danikamariewrites]

PT2 to bring Feysands housewife, HOSTING FAMILY DINNERS WITH THE INNER CIRCLE 🤭😱 everyone praising you for your cooking, making the living room all cozy for game night, blankies, pillows, candles EVERYWHERE I need this to be my life asap 😩😩 I’m getting worked up just thinking about it

Housewife hc pt 2

Feysand x reader

A/n: I hope you liked part 1 anon ❤️ these two were so cute I loved writing them

Warnings: suggestive at the end

Family night was one of your favorite week nights

As much as you love having Feyre and Rhys to yourself you do love spending time with everyone (even though they are at the house everyday but this is different)

Tonight is all about fun and family. No work talk, no politics, nothing but food and games exist in this little bubble you create every week

The first time family night happened after you moved in you insisted on cooking. Rhys had asked you why since the house could prepare and serve the food. You told him it was nice the house did that but you liked cooking, it felt more personal and like the meal was full of love

You go all out for these dinners too, especially on holidays

You pick the bottles of wine for the night from Rhys’s collection in the cellar

You spend all day preparing ingredients for dinner and your favorite part, dessert

Once everyone gets to the house you bring out a small appetizer that Cassian is always the first to dig in to. That male can eat and he loves your cooking

Everyone mingles giving you time to lay out everything. You announce dinner once all the dishes are steamy and set

Something you pride yourself on is a well set dining table. Rhys has such pretty plates that he keeps in an cabinet and they deserve to be used along with the matching wine glasses and silverware

Everyone thanks you for making dinner and says how delicious everything smells

Cassian and Mor always give over the top reactions to your food. Elain always compliments you too and begs you to let her cook with you so she can learn your recipes

You love sharing recipes with her, especially for the pastries she makes. That girl is a bread wizard you’ll never understand how she does it

The conversation flows with the brothers and Lucien talking about what they’ve been up to at home. Lucien has been building Elain a green house while Az has taken on the project of building Gwyn her own library/lounge

You, Feyre, Nesta, and Gwyn chat about the newest Sellyn Drake book

You even talk with Amren about a new puzzle Arian got her

You and Amren have a special relationship. Amren wasn’t sure of you and your intentions with Rhys and Feyre, especially Rhys since it’s her job to look out for him and the court. Although she scared you you always made it a point to be kind to her

Months after the war she was still complaining about how she hadn’t really found food she liked. You offered to cook for her and the room went silent. Cassian and Azriel giving you a ‘do you really want to do that’s look. Amren gave you a curious, assessing look. Like she was figuring out if you would poison her or not

You just kept giving her your little airhead smile until Amren nodded, “Fine girl. Let’s see if you can make anything I would like.” Ever since then she had been a friend. Besides Rhys and Feyre, Amren is also very protective of you

After dinner you let the house clean up. You hate doing dishes and magic can make them spotless so why not

Moving on to the high light of the night, games!

You set up the living room earlier in the day. You always have to keep Rhys and Feyre out the whole day or they’ll mess up your set up before everyone gets there

You have all the pillows you can find set up on the floor and couches along with blankets so everyone can be comfortable

The large coffee table is moved to the center of the room with the games laid out along with the after dinner wine

You usual start off with a board game in teams, all the couples together while you’re with Feyre and Rhys

If Emerie isn’t there Amren and Mor team up which usually ends with them arguing with who’s in charge of the team

Games tend to get intense, especially card games where you’re all involved

The boys take poker very seriously

Nesta cheats and then loses on purpose to drive them insane

You all lose on purpose so it’s just the boys left, watching them yell at each other like children is so entertaining

Cassian is the biggest complainer before Rhys. He claims Lucien and Azriel have unfair magical advantages that can let them see other cards

Finally, when they’ve had enough of each other and are laughing hysterically everyone mellows out

After one more drink everyone heads to their rooms and Amren heads home

The 3 of you go to your shared room and they pamper you before bed

They do your skin care routine, Feyre braids your hair, and Rhys dresses you in one of his shirts for bed

In bed Feyre and Rhys squish you between them and give you small pecks all over your face and neck and shoulders

“Dinner was wonderful darling, you always do such a good job with family nights. We can’t thank you enough.” “You’re so sweet to do this baby.” They coo at you.

You get shy and blush, trying to hide your face from them

“Hey, don’t hide from us sweet girl. We mean it, y/n. It feels like you keep this family together more than we do.” Rhys says. “Thank you. That means a lot from you two.” You kiss both of them on their cheeks before laying back down

Feyre’s hand trails up your bare leg, tracing small patterns on your thigh

You smirk at her as Rhys attaches his lips to your neck, nipping and licking at you

“I think our sweet girl deserves a reward, don’t you Feyre darling?” “She absolutely does.” She says sweetly, dipping her head to connect her lips with yours

[jackhues]

our house - arber xhekaj

notes: i hope you guys like this, third fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year', a bit of domesticy fluff for this one :))

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

"we got the gingerbread houses!" arber announced, ushering your daughter inside before closing the door.

hana, your daughter, came stumbling in the kitchen, holding a gingerbread box that was much too big for her. your husband followed close behind, just in case she dropped it.

"is the icing ready already?" she asked, putting the gingerbread house box on the edge of the counter. arber laughed, picking her up a bit to help her place it more securely.

"it's ready!" arian, your son, said proudly to his little sister. "mommy and i made so many colours, look daddy!"

"oh wow," arber grinned at the different colours you and arian had been mixing up while he went shopping with hana. he ruffled arian's hair, "good job. this is gonna be the best gingerbread house ever!"

"i wanna see too!" hana raised her hands for arber to lift her. "show me, please."

arber lifted her up, showing her the reds, and blues, and pinks, and yellows you and arian had mixed up.

"woww," she muttered. "can i eat it?"

"no, hana," arian shook his head, sounding like a tired old man. "we need to decorate the house first."

"i can eat it after?"

"you can eat it after," he agreed.

you and arber shared a grin at their interaction. you had two kids and they were basically polar opposites. arian was the calmest child you'd ever met, absolutely content with whatever you gave him. meanwhile hana needed to cause chaos wherever she stepped.

"okay, okay, now that we have everything, we can start building," you decided.

you all grabbed the icing, candies, and gingerbread house, making your way to the living room. you'd set up an old tarp on the carpet just in case anything spilled (which was basically a certain with hana involved).

"for you, my love," arber held out the gingerbread box. "you may do the honours."

you laughed, ripping open the box as arber and your kids cheered. you broke apart the pieces, handing everyone a piece of the wall. putting the roof on the side, you turned to your piece of the gingerbread house.

hana immediately grabbed the yellow frosting and began spreading it all over the wall she had gotten.

"hana, it's going to make it heavy. the wall won't -- never mind," arian decided. "do whatever you want."

"okay," hana shrugged, continuing to spread the icing all over her gingerbread piece.

across from her, arian pipes a small amount of blue around the edges, drawing designs on it. across from you, arber drew a heart on his wall, with both of your initials inside, and hana and arian's right outside.

"you're such a dweeb," you rolled your eyes, laughing at his grin.

the four of you watched the home alone movies as you decorated your gingerbread pieces, laughing at each other's pieces and trying to hide your pieces from the others.

"i'm done," arian smiled, holding out his piece.

the rest of you brought your own pieces out, getting ready to build the actual house.

"oh no, it's falling!" hana cried, pointing at her piece.

she's smothered so much icing on it that it wouldn't stay up, no matter how much arber tried to get it stay.

"hold up, let me do it," you said, playing around with the icing. you allowed her piece to lean on the other walls. after a few minutes, you stepped back, grinning. "ta-da!"

"yay!" hana clapped.

arian laughed at her reaction, happy to see the gingerbread house standing.

"i don't know how you do it," arber muttered to himself, staring at you in awe.

"do what?" you asked.

"make me fall in love with you a little more," he answered simply.

you blushed, shoving him away as he laughed and pulled you close. you gave in, leaning against his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"okay, stop being mushy guys," hana turned back to the gingerbread house. "it's time to make the roof."

you and arber exchanged a look, bursting into laughter.

"of course, princess," arber grinned at her. "let's make the roof of our house together."

[totheidiot]

come to me you stupid boy so i can fall in love with you all over again

[mediumgayitalian]

part one

— — —

Reyna meets them right inside the borders, arms open wide the second she catches Nico’s eye. He leaves the rest of his friends to argue with Terminus – Nico stopped listening very quickly – and sprints right to her, nearly bowling her over with his enthusiasm. She laughs, holding her ground, but wraps her arms so tightly against him, squeezing, and she smells like wool and sunshine and her clementine shampoo, and just barely, chocolate. 

“I missed you,” he whispers into her shoulder, and instead of responding she just holds him tighter. 

Sometimes touch makes his skin crawl – hardly, anymore, with how touchy his friends are. Sometimes he has to remind himself that a hand on his shoulder is friendly, not trying to restrain him, that whatever annoying person who is ruffling his hair is fond of him, not mocking.

He doesn’t have to remind himself of anything with Reyna. Her touch is familiar. Her hold means safety, her hold means I watched out for you, kid, and never stopped. Her touch feels like Bianca’s, like someone who has seen him at his worst and angriest and not only loves him but respects him. 

“Hazel’s riding Arian,” she says, clearing her throat and reluctantly pulling away. 

Nico swipes quickly at his face and pretends he doesn’t want to tuck himself right back under her chin. (He is happy with his choice. Despite what he expected, he loves Camp Half-Blood. It’s home, now, in a way Camp Jupiter was never going to be. But his sisters – both of them – are his home, too, and it aches something horrid being away from them for so long.)

“Frank’s trying to chase after her, but he’s running out of fast animals, so it might be a minute.”

Nico cracks up at that image. It was clearly Reyna’s intention, because she grins, and continues, “He tried to dive after her as a falcon when they were running along the Bay, but he missed and nearly drowned himself. Or so claim the rumours, Kahale has been watching from the towers for the past hour at least.”

“Thank you for this. I’ve run out of things to give him shit for, lately, I needed that.”

“Anytime.” She flicks her gaze over at his crew of dumbasses, who have not, in fact, managed past the border in the ten or so minutes since Nico ditched. In fact, their whining and arguing is drawing a bit of a crowd. 

Or maybe that’s Leo and Lou Ellen, who have given up trying to get through and are amusing themselves by making a mini firework show. Will seems to be the only one still actually arguing with Terminus, long arms flailing as he tries to convince the god to let them in. (Well, one arm is flailing. The other is clenched in the back of Cecil’s shirt, preventing him from running off to do Zeus knows what). Piper is next to him, possibly by virtue of charming their way in, but she appears to be occupied with teaching Kayla and Austin some kind of clapping game. 

“We should probably go collect your circus.”

“I mean, we could also walk away,” Nico offers, even as he follows her towards them. “They’re capable people.” He pauses, thinking back to the sheer number of rest stops they were kicked out of on the way here. “Kind of.” And fast food restaurants. “Mostly.” And, notably, one public park. “Well, whatever. I’m sure they can figure themselves out. If we go to the cafe now, we’ll have hot chocolate to rub in Cecil’s face by the time they finally argue their way in.”

Reyna says nothing, although her mouth twitches. “Terminus,” she calls, when they’re close enough. All the squabbling and fireworks and general ruckus stops as everyone turns to look at her. “These are friends, who have come to visit. Why are they being detained?”

“Detained?!” Will squawks. “Try held hostage!”

“Back in my day you’d be whipped for your attitude, boy, why I should –”

“Oh, go ahead, Bucky Barnes, I’m real scared –”

“Your man is going to get himself smited,” Reyna comments.

Nico sighs. “He gets himself almost smited a lot, actually.” It takes him a moment to clock the entirety of Reyna’s sentence, in which time her smile becomes evil and Nico’s face matches the hue of Apollo’s sun cows. “And he’s not my man! Why would you say that! What does that even m –”

“Terminus,” Reyna says again, visibly snickering, “this group has my permission to enter the borders.”

Terminus grumbles, but he knows better to defy her. There’s a brief shimmer to the air, and then the seven of them scamper inside before Terminus changes his mind.

“What have we come to,” Terminus mutters. Will sticks his tongue out behind his head.

As the group follows Reyna and Nico towards the city, Nico squeezes her hand once and ducks back to join Will, who is still pouting. He couldn’t help his smile if he tried.

“What happened to civil relationships, Mr Diplomacy?”

“It’s not my fault!” Will cries. Nico ducks slightly to avoid his hand before he’s smacked in the face – he’s gotten smacked enough times by Will’s dramatic gesturing to become well-used to avoiding it. “I was polite, I requested entry, I had our papers, he was just a dick!”

“I think you maybe just don’t get out enough,” he says, biting the corner of his mouth to keep from laughing. It’s hard, because Will’s eye genuinely twitches. “I think Chiron was right, man. You need to be re-socialised.”

He can’t quite keep his shoulders from shaking as Will’s jaw clenches. It’s just – he is so so easy to wind up. He really is. The second you learn what buttons to push, they’re big and bright red and begging to be abused. Nico didn’t get it in the summer – but by November, he was exchanging looks with Cecil, of all people, and snickering every time they made Will stomp out of the pavilion. 

(It has, of course, nothing to do with the way his face scrunches when he glowers, or the way his blue eyes go dark and a little bit furious and a lot bit sexy. Nothing to do with the growl in his voice when he bites out “I swear to all that is holy, di Angelo,” and shudders zap up Nico’s spine. Obviously. It’s just funny.)

Will opens his mouth – no doubt to let loose a string of insults that would make Mr. D. blush – but before he can let Nico have it, a flash streaks in front of them, and a second later a gust of wind bowls them both over with a yelp.

“Nico!”

Groaning, Nico tries to stand, but finds that he can’t. He glances up and meets Will’s eyes, milimeters from his own, and goes so brightly scarlet that he can hear Reyna’s sharp bark of “Ha!” before she clamps her hand over her mouth to keep her dignity. 

“Get off me, Solace,” he complains, but the effect is significantly lessened when his voice cracks – no lie – thirteen separate times.

Cupid, he thinks, as loudly and pointedly as he can, kill yourself.

“I’m not that heavy,” Will grumbles, getting petulantly to his feet and immediately tripping over the world’s smallest pebble. Nico covers his face and screams, very quietly, just a little. When he finally manages to drag his hands away from his eyes, the face of his sister hovers over him, grinning wickedly, dark eyes glinting.

“Wow,” she whistles, at least having the decency to keep her voice down, “Piper wasn’t kidding. You’re embarrassing.”

“Shut up,” he says halfheartedly. “Just – leave me to die.”

She laughs, and Nico smiles on reflex, because she sounds like twinkling gold bangles on a waving arm. He accepts her hand up and laces them together, squeezing gently. Her smile widens further when he leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“It’s good to see you, bella. Even if you’re mean to me.”

She knocks their heads together gently. “You just make it so easy. You should try not swooning into his arms whenever he so much as smiles at you, it would help your image –”

“My image is fine –”

“ – and I heard something about a sleepover? Unsupervised? In cabin 13 –”

“That was greatly exaggerated! We passed out playing –”

“ – can’t forget the time he laughed so hard he snorted and you walked into a wall and broke your nose –”

“You weren’t even there for that! No one was! How do you –”

“Dear, dear brother,” she says, patting his head patronizingly. He's appalled with himself for leaning into the touch. “There is not a soul – living or dead – that doesn’t know about it. I was IMed by four separate people an hour after it happened.”

“I’m leaving,” Nico announces abruptly. He turns back towards the van. “I’m going back to Dad, I’m literally never leaving my bedroom again –”

“Oh, no you don’t.” She hauls him back after the rest of the group, a few yards ahead of them, still grinning. “Let’s go, Nick Gatsby. I want to watch Aeliana’s eye twitch as a vanful of noisy Greek teenagers cause a ruckus in her restaurant.”

— — —

part three

[ant1quarian]

It was a struggle for Arian- holding back his silently possessive urges, and even more difficult to simply just... not break from the confines of his pocket dimension and wreak havoc on the multiverse once more.

He was stronger, once. More violent. More... like a dictator.

He had the world at his beck and call.

Then he was locked up, had time to reflect- to read, to understand.

... and realised he hadn't really ever been happy. He had been caught up in the addictive power, but never given time to himself.

...

That... changed, one day.

Love at first sight wasn't a thing one could experience- not really. It was adorable to think of in theory, but in reality, that didn't just... happen

But there was fascination there. Curiosity. And concern, too.

A much smaller monster who had seen some of the worst that the Underground had to offer and then was ripped out and placed into an even worse situation.

A pawn to a false god.

And how it made Arian's rage boil.

The fact that Nightmare dared act like he was anything of a God. As if he was even slightly deserving of that title.

Arian wasn't a god.

He was a creature.

Something beyond mortal comprehension, watering himself down for the sake of not breaking the minds of any who viewed him.

He had done too many bad things to be considered something to be believed in.

(Ataraxia knows how much he detests the concept of being worshipped or worshipping someone in the first place- not that he would ever impress his own opinion onto others or disrespect their beliefs.)

But Nightmare?

Nightmare was so much worse.

It was the fourth time Dust returned to him, bloody and wounded from Nightmare's recent bout of "punishing Killer", that Arian decided something needed to stop.

And for the very first time, he broke the seal to his world.

[anneapocalypse]

I've talked a lot about the role that isolation plays in Urianger's unhealthier tendencies, and I think so much of that also applies to G'raha, just for different reasons. While G'raha Tia is on the surface a much more bubbly and outgoing person than Urianger, he has a similar level of passion about a very specific topic and a similar dedication to doing what must be done for the greater good. I'd even go so far as to say they share some similar ideas about destiny and purpose (something I think is critical to Urianger's character, but that's another post).

They're so similar in their desires to do the right thing, to save everyone they can, to spare their friends the burden of the painful decisions--and their willingness to suffer isolation and loneliness for that.

The biggest difference is that G'raha lives in that isolation for a hundred years. And I say this with the greatest possible love for Urianger because he is my favorite character in this game and I absolutely adore him and relate to him deeply: the three years he suffered keeping the Exarch's secrets, which I have no doubt were really painful for him, were still a drop in the bucket next to G'raha's century of being able to tell no one who he was, where he'd come from, even his real name. Surrounded by people who loved him as the Exarch, and yet as G'raha Tia, utterly alone.

I understand the anger some Warriors of Light will have toward him for the deception--hell, even Ariane's mad at him for a minute. It's a natural reaction. As a player though I can't help profoundly sympathizing with him. After keeping his very identity a secret for so long, after working so hard and sacrificing so much to lay the groundwork for the salvation of two worlds, I don't know how he could have seen any other options. The risks of having the plan derailed would have seemed far too great. Of course he thought he had to do it alone.

And Urianger was helpful in getting the others invested, sure (though perhaps not as helpful as the Exarch might have hoped), but I think it was more than that. I think G'raha saw in Urianger a kindred spirit and a chance, however small, to share his burdens with someone and he couldn't not take it. And yes, it hurt Urianger, but what hurt him wasn't knowing the truth but having to keep it from his friends. A lot of things could've gone differently if G'raha had brought all the Scions in. But I understand both why he didn't, and why Urianger went along with it--because isolation is brutal, and self-reinforcing.

And it makes me happy to see both of them find their way out of it.

[lintwriting]

i think i really love how visceral the politics of signalis is. not just in the in-your-face propaganda aspects. but like, the way it dooms the narrative.

the whole plot of signalis is based around two entirely disconnected settings -- the Penrose ship and the Sierpinski prison. They are so disconnected from each other across time and space that you spend the whole first half of the game disoriented by the whiplash these two locations give you.

and personally? I stayed confused until I realized what connected them:

they're the two branching paths of Ariane's future.

after her military service, she gets a state letter informing her that if she's not accepted into the Penrose program, she'll be sent to Sierpinski, a "re-education" camp that's actually just a prison mine.

And, to her luck, she "somehow did end up joining the Nation's Penrose Program, the same one on the posters she had seen years prior."

I love and hate the way the wiki frames it, because yes the Penrose space expedition program seemed preferable to the prison camp.Yes, she had seen posters of it and glamorized it as a new start for her. After all, she was an art-obsessed outsider in a world where people molded into being unfeeling machines, where art is frivolous and degenerate except for how it serves as propaganda. Why not dream of a new planet?

But it's all a lie. The Penrose program sounds too good to be true for Ariane-- how can this under-qualified, ostracized freak get accepted into such a prestigious program? -- because it IS too good to be true.

The truth of the program is that it's a glorified propaganda tool, and a useful way to get rid of political enemies. Just send them off into space and tell them it's for the good of the empire, to find new planets to colonize. Then, after 7.74 years of loyal service to the program, tell them:

If you have not found a suitable world for landing by this point, accept that you will not. Find solace in the thought that others might be successful where you failed.

Remenber, you will die having served your Nation by partaking in a glorious demonstration of our power. --- End of decrypted transmission ---

As you are probably aware, your ship's spare parts and rations will soon be depleted.

Penrose is ostensibly about founding new colonies on different planets, but the reality is that these vessels seem to have very little planning put into them, like throwing darts at the wall and hoping one of them will stick. Some people wonder about the efficacy of wasting ships of supplies for this seemingly useless endeavor, but they're missing the point and buying into the propaganda.

The truth is that Ariane was just a pawn for their political power play, quite literally a demonstration of their power, like a horrifying version of The Tallest sending Invader Zim on a useless quest to conquer Earth to keep him out of their hair, like Ozai banishing Zuko off to chase a hundred year old myth. And it cost Ariane her future.

And like, that means no matter what, Ariane never had a future. Penrose is death by space, and Sierpinski is death by mines. She never had a choice, only the illusion of one, because she was doomed by the political reality of living in under an authoritarian state that would never value her.

And like, it's so impossible to ignore the similarities of this to the Cultural Revolution in China. I think the retro aesthetic of the nation references that, along with the Chinese characters littering all the walls.

Ariane's story reminds me a lot of Ye Wenjie's story from the 3 Body Problem, as a similarly powerful woman who also dooms the whole world because of the ANGUISH of the Cultural Revolution destroying her future.

Except, unlike Ye Wenjie, we're not going to get a bunch of assholes calling her an Eve, doomer of mankind. Instead, the story actually succeeds at portraying Ariane as a tragedy doomed by the narrative.

[whereserpentswalk]

There was, once in the ancient days, when Rome had conquered the Britians, a faerie prince had left for the day the realms of fae, where all the faeries danced, he left his tree stump palace and his subjects of kobolds and sprits, and his fellow lords of the fae, and he came to the great villas and groves of England and chose to give the ultimate power of unseelie vengeance, to the mortals he'd consider most in need of such things.

And within his quest, he had found two souls more oppressed than most would ever be in their lives, two slaves, who had lived their entire lives mining tin within the mountains. One red haired, one yellow haired, and neither their names recorded by time.

And the faerie came to the two slaves, with moth's wings on his back, and the horns of a great stag, and an armored exoskeleton shining black-green on his body, with fire in his great golden eyes. And he told the two slaves shivering in the cold before him, "Greetings subjects of humanity, have no fear, for I bring today great fortune in exchange for my sweet entertainment. Choose whoever you believe holds the most of gifts deprived from you, and I shall swap your place with them, and you shall live your lives in their luxury and them in your misfortune. and take what time you need to select who stands highest above you, and whose deserves most to be brought down to your place."

After a few moments putting their pickaxes down, thinking about who could be most privileged, and who their greatest oppressor was, the red headed slave suggested, "Well I don't think kindly of the slaves in the gladiator pits now do I! They have it all good, fighting and winning praise down in Rome, while us real slaves up here are working hard for the empire. If we'd swap places with them they'd learn what work really was!"

The faerie, having in all his studies of humanity learned that humans do not like being stabbed, nor chopped into pieces asked, "Our you sure that the slaves in the fighting pits are the most privileged of people you can think of, I'll give you time if you must need it."

The yellow haired slave raised his hand, "The harem slaves! Oh, the harem slaves. They get to live right in the roman's mansions, all prettied up with perfume, all they have to do is lay back and make love. Never had to work a day in their lives!"

The faerie, having in all his studies or humanity known rape to be a crime worse than murder to most, tried to suggest something else; "The romans! Your masters! Yes, you've mentioned them. The people who enslaved you. Consider that perhaps they may factor into any discussion of your oppression, and who stands above you..."

The red haired slave answered, "Well of course! We've worked so hard for the Romans, and because of those slaves more privileged then us, demanding so much in regard to resources and attention, we get treated like dirt. If all slaves were miners and farmers, the Romans would treat us so well."

And the yellow haired slave added, "We keep the empire running. The empire could survive without the fighting pits and harem boys, but they need us for their metals! The Romans should be proud of us! Great Constantine himself, bless his soul, said that hard working men like us would stand with him in heaven..." (That final comment lead into an argument between the yellow haired Catholic and the red headed Arian, as to who was a heretic, and whose hard work would surely be recognized into heaven, the argument being too long and useless to write down here.)

Eventually, the faerie stopped them both, "Have you ever considered what it would be like to not be slaves? I heard that there were some places where slavery doesn't exist at all."

The red headed slave yelled, "Don't you go insulting us slaves, talking about a world without us!"

The yellow haired slave added, "Yes! We're proud and hard working! My father was a slave, and his father, and his father, and his... well his father was a warrior in the army of Boudica, but you get the point don't you."

The faerie said blankly, "I think I do." And, thinking his entertainment was boring him quite a lot, told them, "Just tell me quickly, who you think is more privileged than you, and I'll swap you with them."

And before the yellow haired slave could contradict him, the red headed slave cried out, "The slaves of Alexandria! That city is paved with gold, with pyramids at every street. I've never been there but I've known some slaves who have. Some of the slaves there are even teachers to the roman's children, able to read and write and all that, and its never even winter. Swap us with them, and we'll be the most privileged slaves in the world!"

And so, the faerie did. And so, the red headed slave and the yellow haired slave found themselves in the boiling streets of Alexandria, ready to be shipped off to a copper mine in lower Egypt. The faerie lord had learned too well that one cannot be freed unless the wish to be. And before the faerie stood two slaves from Alexandria, and hoping there were some people within the world of mortals who knew their own oppression, he asked them, "Greetings subjects of humanity, have no fear, for I bring today great fortune in exchange for my sweet entertainment..."