#and feel more secure that they need him just as much as he needs them

[velmiraa]

SYNASTRY NOTES

Disclaimer: These are just my observations. If they don't resonate with you, simply read and move on.

Mercury compatibility is one of the most crucial factors in synastry. When your Mercury placements are in a square aspect, even casual conversations can quickly turn irritating, with both partners reacting in unexpected ways. For example, a Virgo Mercury might expect their partner to analyze, comment on, or even critique what they say, while a Gemini Mercury may simply brush it off with a “move on” attitude. This mismatch can leave the Virgo feeling frustrated. Squares between Mercuries tend to be easier to navigate when mutable signs are involved; with fixed signs, however, the clash can be much more intense.

When Mercury placements form a quincunx aspect, the two individuals often struggle to understand each other. They may offer perspectives that are entirely unfamiliar to one another, but a natural, intuitive connection remains elusive.

The Mars-Moon conjunction in synastry is often overrated. Although there's undeniable physical attraction, the Mars person can end up irritating the Moon person, turning even small disagreements into fiery battles. Of course, the specific signs involved can influence this dynamic, but generally, the intensity can be challenging to manage.

A Lilith-Sun conjunction in synastry tends to bring out the shadow side of your personality in the other person. I've observed this aspect in couples who had anxious-avoidant attachment struggle and they had Lilith-Sun conjunction as double whammy! It’s fascinating to see how closely psychology and astrology can intertwine in this case.

When one of your personal planets forms a conjunction with the South Node in synastry, it creates a sense of familiarity and often leads to rapid intimacy. There's a natural comfort and ease that emerges from these connections.

Soft aspects between Moon placements are among the best in synastry. They create a feeling of being at home in each other’s presence and lead to a deep, intuitive understanding of one another’s emotional needs.

Juno is often underrated when it comes to a man’s natal chart. Since Juno represents his ideal partner, and men tend to approach marriage with a rational mindset, it's natural for them to choose someone who aligns with this placement. For instance, one of my ex-partners had Juno conjunct my Sun, while another had it conjunct my Ascendant—while I had no major Juno connection with them.

Placements in the 2nd house can be especially telling if you value material security. Whether you’re attracted to the idea of financial stability or you’re a self-proclaimed “gold digger” (no offense), checking out your 2nd house synastry is worthwhile. It’s particularly promising if he has key planets like Jupiter, Mars, the Sun, or Venus positioned in your 2nd house.

If a man has a stellium landing on your Venus, it’s a strong indicator that you might be his dream girl. Such an alignment can make you unforgettable to him for a long time.

Hard aspects between the Sun and Saturn suggest a power struggle. Saturn demands obedience, yet the Sun naturally resists, leading to frequent conflicts. Whenever the Sun defies Saturn’s authority, the reaction from Saturn can be notably harsh.

[lunajay33]

Searching for You Part.3

•🪽🧺🧟‍♀️•

Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since you were teens, you have crazy news for him but then the world falls apart and your searching for him every second

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

Part.2

•Masterlist•

Its been two months since the attack in the farm, separating me from the love of my life, from the people I grew to call my close friends, even Andrea left me alone but thankfully I was able to escape the hoard and found a near by farm house that still had some food left, I packed what I could, blankets, clothes, water and food and took a truck, the truck didn’t last long till it ran out of gas and I was left to walk on foot, now 7 months pregnant everyday was was a struggle just praying I’d find Daryl in time to give birth

After lots of alone time thinking I’ve decided that if my little Dixon is a girl I’m going to name her Lilah it seems fitting, Lilah Dixon

Winter came and it was harder with the scarce food supplies, I came across a house with a random dog food can smashed against a wall and some owl feathers scattered across the floor, the house was cleaned of any food that could’ve been there, I found a big enough coat that fit around my belly that would help me keep warm

Months went by and now any second I’m waiting for my water to break adding more stress, but atleast the snow was now melting, walking along train tracks like Daryl always taught me to do I found a prison, for some reason I felt a pull and I decide to check it out, maybe they still have an emergency food supply

I drag my feet exhausted, covered in walker blood and dirt and just my luck there’s a chain around the gate and post, I sigh resting my head against the chain link

“Please god I know I don’t pray much but please just this once give me a break” at that moment the door to the watch tower just behind the gate opens and out comes a darker skinned beautiful woman with a sword at the ready

“Please help me I’m about to pop any day and I just don’t want to be alone” I say desperate as my voice waivers

She lowers her katana and smiles as she undoes the chain and lets me in before looking it behind me

“Thank you so much, is it just you here?” I ask as we walk up to the prison

“No there was a group here before me, secured the place and have been doing pretty well”

“Seems we both got lucky, I won’t be in your hair for long I just need some food and time to have my baby and I’ll be on my way, back to finding my husband”

“We’ve got a guy here, goes out everyday looking for his wife, poor guy” as we get close to the prison I see a truck, a mini van and…….motorcycle, I’d notice that motorcycle anywhere, I wobble over to it tracing my hand over it

“Who owns this” I cry looking back at her

“His name is Daryl” she says confused

“Take me to him NOW” I suck in a breath and she shows me inside the cell block, and I see Maggie, Beth, Rick Carl sat around a table I almost fall to me knees

“Y/n?” Maggie said as she got up and came and gave me a hug

The others circling around with bright smiles but I was only looking for one face

“What the hells goin on down here” that voice makes me weak in the knees like it always did

The group parts and the world stops and it’s just me and Daryl, he drops his cross bow and comes straight for me pulling me in right and breathing me in

“I thought I lost ya but I never gave up Angel” he whimpers

“I knew I’d find you D, it’s been hard alone but I kept going for you and our little girl” his hands come down to rest on my big belly and I feel her kick right into his hands

“We missed you” I smile

“Trust us when we say he’s missed you more, he’s kept a whole bin of baby things he’d get when he went out saying one day he’d give them to his baby” Carl laughed

“Can I see, I’ve been alone for months I just want you to talk to me about all the things you got us” I sigh into his chest

The others gave us some space and we went up to his cell wear he took off my worn down shoes and helped lay me on my side

“I found this pink jumper fer when she gets cold, found these bottles, some pacifiers fer when she cries, a baby blanket that’s brown and pink cause I know ya love that, got ya some fluffy pajamas fer after the baby so yer comfortable, and all yer favorite snacks I could find” he showed me each one like he was the happiest kid in a candy store

“I can’t believe you got all this for me and Lilah, I can’t wait to show her all this but for now can you just hold me while I sleep” I yawn not being able to get a full nights sleep in so long

He got in the bed next to me and held me tight and covering me up

“I’ve never leaving ya again my love, I’ll be here when ya wake up”

•

I woke up abruptly to a harsh pressure in my belly then the bed under me was wet and a contraction came on strong making me gasp

“Daryl wake up!” I cry and he’s up immediately picking me up and bringing me to Hershel’s cell

“Hershel she’s in labour” the poor man woke up startled and got his crutches as we made our way to the medical room of the hospital

He laid me down softly and pushed my hair back kissing me on the cheek

“I’m scared D, I thought I could do this what if I’m not good enough” I cry as they get me ready

“Hey yer the strongest woman i know, ya made yer way back ta me and i know ya can do this, she’s almost here” hours of screaming and crying I finally hear it, little cries, Hershel cleans her up and hands her to me

“Ya were right, a lil girl” Daryl says as he sits on the bed holding us both

“I can’t believe she’s here, our Lilah, she looks just like you D, brown hair, cute blue eyes”

“But she’s as pretty as you, now get some rest our family is finally together”

•

Short one but just didn’t want to leave the story unfinished!!

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[dollcher]

DRESS UP﹙ ♡ ﹚─── 𝓟ortgas 𝓓. 𝓐ce

𝓢UMMARY ｡ when going shopping with ace, you share a few little, cute moments.

ワンピース & fluff ୨୧ afab!reader. mutual pining. ace is just so head over heels for you.

❛ notes ❜ . . this is a re-write of an ace one-shot i wrote on my (deleted) previous account and i just had to write it again bcos i think the idea is so cute, he makes me feel so giddy > _ < !

you strolled around the new town your crew — the whitebeard pirates — had docked at the night before, ace trailing next to you. the two of you had been tasked with purchasing the necessary supplies and goods for your next voyage on sea, all from the spices to the kitchen to the gunpowder for the cannons. this town was a quaint one, the people seemingly somber and friendly. it wasn't teeming with marines which was a grand relief for the crew. it allowed you to roam the streets without an impending sense of fear of being caught or chased looming over your shoulders.

because of this sense of security, you were taking your time, marvelling at the beauty of the town. nature was enclaved all around, flowers and vines cascading down every building and growing on every corner. they seemed to be very proud of their flora and verdure as there were products related to it in each shop you passed by. they sold beautifully arranged bouquets, perfumes that smelt of lavenders and roses, tea that tasted of florals.

while they were all fine products, the shop that caught your attention was of one that sold apparel. the mannequins displayed by the window donned these elegant dresses — one of them was yellow and frilly, layered with tulle on underneath while the other was a baby blue mermaid shaped dress, embellished with flowers and some sequin all over. as you continued to leer inside, you noticed that the garments inside were just as pretty. you were eager to go inside but you thought it would be a waste to spend your berry on something so superfluous. and you did worry that the men on your crew would ridicule you for purchasing such an item. no matter how much you wanted it, you did your best to restrain yourself.

however, ace had already caught you staring at the shop. he could tell you were itching to go inside by the way your eyes lingered on every garment and the way they sparkled with glee. he could sense you were contemplating about whether or not to go in, possibly worried that the crew members would tease you for 'wasting the money on dresses' — when he knew that that was simply just you overthinking and that none of the men would ever do such a thing. even if they did, they would have to face whitebeard himself and that was no one's wish.

"hey, why don't we go check it out?", ace said, smiling at you warmly.

"oh no! it's fine. i don't—", you started but were immediately cut off by him.

ace shook his head and tutted in feign exasperation. "c'mon! we've finished all the shopping," — he held the numerous bags up and shook them as if to drive his point further — "and we still have some time before we need to head back. i know you wanna go in so c'mon!"

before you could even protest, he was pushing you inside. you kept trying to resist him, insisting that you didn't want to be here. but the more you looked around the store and looked at the wardrobe hung on the racks, it was becoming harder for you to leave. after a few more pitiful attempts at resisting him, you caved in and said in a hushed tone, "well... it wouldn't hurt to look i suppose."

an hour had passed and you were in the changing rooms, trying on your nth dress of the night. while they were all gorgeous, you wanted to buy the one that truly stood out to you. plus, you nor ace had enough for more than one — which in truth was your only reason for limiting yourself.

"gosh," you sighed, as you took off one of the pieces ace had picked out for you. "i just can't seem to choose. i'm so sorry for taking so long."

truthfully, ace wasn't complaining. even though he was just standing outside waiting for you, this served as an opportunity to spend time with you and that was one he would never pass up. what made it worth the wait was him imagining you in the dresses you selected. the thought made his cheeks twinge with a rosy pink, accentuating the freckles that littered his face. but every time those visions arose, he shook his head furiously as if that would physically throw them out of his mind.

there was another reason he didn't mind and it was the women that passed him, whispering to themselves and gawking at him. at first, he was rather confused as to what they were murmuring about – he thought that maybe they felt weary of him being the only man in the store and he was considering leaving as to not be a bother. but after a while, he realised what they were going on about. they were fawning over him and saying how it was so cute that he – 'your boyfriend' – was being so patient with you and that he hadn't fussed once about how long you were taking. his heart fluttered upon hearing them. it wasn't for the praise though, but for the fact that they had called him your boyfriend – something he could only ever dream of being.

"why don't you try the blue dress on that mannequin?", he asked you. "i saw you ogling at it earlier."

"are you sure?", you said, as you popped your head out the curtain of the changing room, tilting your head up at ace. as he peered down at you, the blush that tainted his face reddened when he noticed the bit of bare skin that peeked through from behind the curtain. the soft, supple skin of your neck and chest just seemed to have a natural glow to it that shone so prettily as the light from the setting sun flooded over you. if he hadn't composed himself in time, he was sure he would have burst into flames – and in his case, that was not a metaphor.

ace cleared his throat and simply nodded, fearing that his voice would waver if he spoke. you pondered on it for a moment and without much deliberation, you requested he bring it over to you. like the docile man he was – for you alone – he handed it off to you.

"ace?", he heard you trill from the changing room.

"yeah? what is it?", he replied.

"do you mind if i ask your opinion on this dress?", you said bashfully. "i really do like it but i don't want to be hasty."

ace could feel his heart throbbing wildly beneath his chest. to think that his daydreams were seemingly turning to reality caused a deep red to tint his entire face. he mentally slapped himself for thinking of you donning the lovely dresses in front of him and thought how flippant that was of him. as he took in a breath, he told you that you could step out whenever you felt ready.

after a few moments, you pulled the curtain back and as soon as you did, ace's eyes widened. had he not been leaning against the wall, he would have dropped to the ground since he felt like his knees had turned to mush. you looked absolutely ethereal. the colour complimented your skin so well; the flowers that were decorated all over made you look so sweet; the shape of it hugged your curves so exquisitely – he hadn't ever laid eyes on a woman as beautiful as you before.

"you... you...", he stuttered. he had so much to say but the words were stuck in his throat. with the way you were gazing up at him so softly only made it that much harder. he had to place a hand on where his heart thumped madly to assuage himself, taking in deep breaths in order to gather the tenacity to say what he wanted.

"how is it?", you had questioned but ace had said at the same time as you – "you look beautiful."

your cheeks flared up from hearing his compliment. you were gazing up at him and he was avoiding eye contact with you, a dark pink twinging his entire face. his hand was covering his mouth and you could hear him muttering something under his breath though you couldn't catch on to what he said. his attitude at the moment was rather adorable to you and to hear him say that about you made your heart clamour.

for quite some time, you had felt that ace held an affection and adoration for you that differed for what he felt for others. he was always by your side, whether on deck or when you were exploring islands; he would always bring back your favourite confectionaries after his missions; he kept a close eye on you wherever you went and the moment danger broke, he was there to protect you. but you constantly brushed it off, telling yourself that you were simply deluding yourself and a man like him wouldn't be interested in you. it wasn't until marco practically bashed it into your head that ace did in fact have feelings for you did you accept that truth. you were now awaiting for the day that he would finally confess to you.

you had just finished changing into your previous attire when you saw ace at the counter, already paying for the pink dress you wanted. he excitedly came up to you, his sweet grin stretching from ear to ear.

"aw why did you pay?", you pouted.

"i wanted to," he said tenderly, looking at you with a soft expression.

as the two of you stepped out the store, you tugged at the bracelet that was wrapped on his wrist. he stopped in his tracks immediately, wondering if something had happened. your head was hung low, your fingers coyly toying with the beads of his bracelet. the action tugged at his heartstrings, eliciting a melodious tune that hummed within him.

you got on your tiptoes and planted a delicate kiss to his cheek. in a soft voice, you said to him, "thank you. that was really sweet of you."

ace was at a loss for words. he opened his mouth yet nothing but shallow exhales escaped his lips. before he could try to formulate any words to say to you, your fingers interlaced with his, your tender hand enclosed within his large, rough one. he felt like his entire body was going to short-circuit the second he felt your touch. he stared down at you dumbfounded – but delighted – at your actions. your eyes were fixated on your hands, an innocent smile sprawled on your face.

the way you looked, so dear and cute, had made him fall for you tenfold.

the both of you walked back to the ship in silence, the both of you blushing brightly, fingers still intertwined with one another. the entire time all ace could think of was what would be the perfect way in which to convey his feelings to you, as he now was certain he knew how you would respond.

with sheer ardor, he hoped.

[drabbletron]

Can you do a Megatron x Reader fluff and smut pls

|| This was surprisingly hard to write! I haven’t written anything for this guy since college and I feel like it shows. I know I’ve grown as a writer and, the way I write him now, I feel, is so much better than I used to write him. Thanks for your request! ||

Behind Closed Doors: Megatron x Reader SMUT

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

All is well in the co-captain’s habsuite as you writhe in his palm, data pads and reports cast by the wayside on his spartan desk.

"Megatron, please! I'm so close...!"

Still he maintains that same languid pace between your thighs. Slow licks that dip just barely into your entrance followed by a teasing suck on your clit. Human valves were so much more sensitive than a mech's. The littlest things could have you coming apart on his intake in moments. Megatron liked that about you, the softness and the need. It scared him in the beginning, but now a welcome change after a long day dealing with how wild the Lost Light can be. Finally, someone is happy with him, and that thought alone almost heals him in a way. It fills the cracks a bit and keeps him coming back for more every time, letting himself indulge that absence of thought just a little longer.

His helm sinks farther between your legs and his optics roll closed with a satisfied hum. His whole mouth covers your sex when he's not mass displaced. It makes pleasing you so very easy, especially when you fit so nicely against his servos. He can curl them around your tender body and keep you spread and secure, away from prying eyes. This is just for you and him and no one else, after all. You can't fight the way your hips buck up against his dermas even though he has your legs pinned up and out of the way. He keeps you on that edge and you just feel like it's too much and not enough all at once.

“C'mon, Meg, I'm right there! I need this! I need -- ah fuck! -- I need you, please!”

With a few good rolls of his glossa you're finishing hard against him. As you lay there, limp against his servo, his optics open and the red color paints you in a rosy light. You're beautiful like this.

He presses an appreciative kiss against your sex, and the little taste he has of you almost has him diving in for another round. It's still amazing how you melt after the interfacing, looking so much more relaxed than he's ever seen you, and he finds he's relaxed too. Despite all the goings on and the weight on his shoulders he's content with what he has, with you, with the crew, with his position in the world though he knows it has to come to an end eventually once they find the Knights. Still, right now that is so far from his mind, like it doesn't even exist.

Moments like these are few and far between as the two of you are so busy with your respective roles, and it's nice when you get the chance to just be. After a few more rounds of you then of him, Megatron retires the both of you to the berth where he admires the way you slip off to sleep on his chassis, spent from the night’s events. At least he makes someone happy, if only behind closed doors.

[kitchenisking]

bent right to your wind by usuallysunny - (Rating: G, Words: 3,371)

“Thank you. For all your kindness. If I secure a proposal, it will be because of you.”

She turns from him and takes one step before his hand darts out to catch hers.

“Please do not leave,” he murmurs, thumb gently tracing the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse leap under his touch, “not yet. There is still so much I need to say.”

.....

Colin’s POV of the willow scene—and beyond.

Needs and Wants by BritishGirl93 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,467)

Portia is just trying to ensure that Penelope has what she needs to make her happy. What Penelope needs and wants should not be determined by her mother, but by herself.

Savoring Pastries by Pale_Darkness - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,130)

Wanted to add more romance and sex in the transition between the Dankworth - Finch ball and the following sex scene within the Bridgerton TV series. I do prefer them over the book, so storyline won't follow as close with the book series. Hope you enjoy!

Ribbons and Rings by IcyDragonfruit - (Rating: G, Words: 6,539)

Where the Bridgerton family retreats to Aubrey Hall after the 1815 season. Colin’s bedroom still has items of his that he needs to go through now that he is married, some of which bring back memories of his childhood.

uh-oh i'm fallin' in love (oh no) by stolemystark17 - (Rating: G, Words: 2,599)

Colin was fairly certain his heart was attempting to choke him, or leap from his throat. In fact, he could hardly hear anything, especially not the gasps and fervent whispers of those in the sanctuary as his body involuntarily stood up, his fingers tapping the pew in front of him without rhythm. He did not even register Eloise pulling on his waistcoat next to him. He was only aware of Penelope. Looking at him. In horror. (But at least she was looking at him). And he was certain she whispered, “Oh no.”

--

Colin didn't stop the proposal at the Queen's Ball, but he can stop the banns.

Tropes by canyonoflight - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,014)

Tropes, tropes, they fuck

Washers & Broken Promises by GleefullyPolin (GleefullyCaptainSwan) - (Rating: T, Words: 14,173)

I, Colin, promise to protect and cherish you, Pen, as long as we both shall live. I, Penelope, promise that you, Colin, will always be my best friend.

“Now we’re married.” She was in a daze as she opened her eyes, watching as he stood up and held his hand out to her to help her off the ground. “You’re my wife and I will always protect you.”

Who gives a shit about broken promises?

Priorities by VesnaElite - (Rating: T, Words: 3,267)

Penelope attends a ball and manages to charm a young Lord. Little does she know she’s about to dance with her husband tonight and awake some jealousy with consequences.

An Office Affair by blueskies717 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,895)

“We can’t do this. There is so much at stake,” It sounded like it hurt him physically to say it.

“I know,” She felt sadness creeping in. It was so bad that she couldn’t even face him anymore.

“Look at me, Pen."

“I can’t.”

“Do it anyways.”

And Baby Makes Three by Linny27, SpiceWeasel (Linny27) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 12,749)

Just a little bit of fun to round out my POV Series. Pen realizes that she's pregnant and tries to gather up the courage to tell Colin.

[lastfairdealgonedown]

draw the ways, draw the lines (nothing is forever)

summary – in which you think you knew him. and you did; so, what is this now? just what happened to you? -> phainon x gn!reader

includes – most likely very lore inaccurate, based off leaks, reader is phainon's childhood friend & grew up in aedes elysiae, mentions of death and blood, not beta read

a/n – this is painfully half-assed and might make no sense!! i sincerely apologize in advance. fuck it we ball

To say your homeland was a haven, would be to underestimate the tranquility that lies within its soil. Between the endless fields of wheat and the sun that gently cradles you in its hands, delicately peppering your skin in kisses, you'd dare say Aedes Elysiae is a hidden heaven on Amphoreus, saved for the eyes of a select few.

Which, of course, means you make the most of this peace, as do the rest of the few citizens; After all, no one can find you here. It all begins with running down the hills under the delightfully bright sunlight, running your hands through the wheats till you have to go home, and ends in basking under the evening sunrise with your closest companion, since a very tender age; Phainon, one of the most consistent presences in your life.

Many would insist that excitement comes in instability and spontaneity, that there is a thrill in not knowing what's ahead in your plans, or your future; But you disagree with the sentiment. To you, there is nothing more comforting in the endless repeat of sunrises and sundowns, the awfully predictable growth and wither patterns of plants, the way every day seems to go right about the same. It is secure, and you haven't any need of worrying about something as silly and distant (at the time) as surprises. If something were to happen, it would certainly not reach you, nor Phainon. After all, teenage years are merely as long as a breath, and you'd hate to not live them out how you'd like.

You reveled in that sort of stability. So, now here you sit, for what feels like the hundredth time since you were mere children, under the sun, gazing at the wheats; But he doesn't seem to be looking this time — which is an anomaly in itself, but that's okay — instead fiddling with a card in his hand, one that is the current topic of conversation.

“Deliverer? That's not so bad of a title – what bothers you so much about it?”

“Ah, well. It's just.. I feel that we have no need for that sort of thing. Aedes Elysiae is a peaceful place, y'know? I don't want to just, have to leave, like that.” Phainon looks at the card between his index and middle finger, twirling to look at the patterned back and then the illustration at the front; The words ‘The Deliverer’ seem to glare at him, forcing his shoulders down with their weight and making his heart sink.

Your tear your eyes off the sun, turning to look at him as the two of you have your backs against a tree, your knees hugged to your chest and flashing him a comforting smile, “I don't think you'll have to. Maybe you can be Aedes Elysiae's personal deliverer! That could be cool. Protect us from the faeries, n' all that.”

Your words are met with a huff in the form of a laugh — he seems to be lightening up, you note. “From the faeries? I thought we left those back in our childhood.” When he got the card. You're almost surprised Cyrene let him hold onto it, and you're even more surprised at how well be has preserved it. There are only a few marks on it, as well as a bit of wear and tear here and there.

“Hey, you never know.” You only offer him a shrug of your shoulders, when his head raises to level with you from side-on. “Maybe they'll start stealing our things again one day – Purely for old times sake.”

“You can't actually still be holding a grudge.”

“They stole my flower crown, okay?! Do you know the sheer amount of time and effort it even takes to make one of those things?”

Phainon huffs out a laugh under his breath, twirling the card once more before pocketing it; both physically, and mentally. He can ponder on it again, later. Your sudden head on his shoulder doesn't allow him to think much, after all; A natural repellent of any sort of doubt, that's what you were. “Frankly, you shouldn't have taunted them.”

“Fair point,” you begin, giving him some hope, “but hell no. I was in the right.”

You still remember how the two of you used to laugh in sync, how your existences seemed to be intertwined, as if tied together by the hands of fate herself; You were made to exist alongside him, and he was made to exist alongside you. Two perfect puzzle pieces, if you will, like oxygen and fire.

Alas, heaven is not always eternal, for misfortune exists behind every fortune; Light casts a shadow, and the brighter the light, all the darker the shadow will be, like a void, never-ending and all-consuming. The sun seems to burn in your face as you run, panting and frantically searching around your burnt village- Just where is Phainon, anyway? The Deliverer is a hefty title indeed, but you could swear that that is precisely what he is to you.

So you run down the fields that previously calmed you, dread settling in your heart; Cyrene is dead, the village is bathed in crimson flame that will eternally scar the once prosperous soil, your parents perished and it's almost as if there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Except Phainon.

At the bottom of the hill is where you find him, Cyrene laying limp on the ground by his feet and painting the once pure wheats a bloody red, and you stop a distance away. Did you think it was going to save you? Mayhaps. But you are confused, above all; What happened to him? Why have his eyes lost all life, why are his shoulders slumped and why is he wielding a blade of the finest craftsmanship? Who is the boy you're laying your eyes on? There is no time to time to dwell on such pointless (and yet, major) questions when he slowly turns to face you, dark coat absorbing the light of the sun and training his sword at you.

You should run for your life. You need to run for your life.

But you realize it is too late for that when he approaches you, raising his blade and bringing it down with force.

With a calculated strike of his weapon, Phainon's peace is abruptly brought to an end, stained in blood and in sin; The card of the deliverer remains untouched by blood as it drifts into the air and lands a small distance away from him: into the future, unstained and pure. But with it, unbeknownst to him, the strings of fate grow tighter, binding him to the future, and the burden of a hundred lifetimes.

Thus, fate can only, if anything, continue to reveal; And every death and sacrifice tempers the speed in which the threads meet their end. In the meantime, as he stands in the middle of the scorching village that he once called home, he may continue to live and breathe, all while a drop of blood begins to drift down the thread that symbolizes his very existence, its destination set to the final knot that binds it to the depths in which where he will, eventually, meet his doom; As we all do.

All while, of course, the future holds a secret plot to kill him. An oath of vengeance, for the deeds of another.

[imagine-it-was-us]

foreign language || Charles Leclerc

Inspiration: Nothing but thieves "Foreign language"

Author's note: My favorite part about writing these is entertaining different conflicts and perspectives of it. Especially when I cannot sleep and I challenge my husband with the ideas and everything turns into one big debate event. Props to him for helping with this one and still putting up with me 🤍

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: none. I'm not that type of girlie.

Summary: For years, they’ve built something quiet, something real – hidden away from the cameras, the headlines, the insatiable curiosity of the world. But secrecy comes at a cost, and the weight of it is starting to press down on them both. When a rare moment of peace forces them to confront the choices they’ve made, they find themselves standing at a crossroads.

Word count: 2.6k+

The warmth of the sun was pressing gently against his skin, the faint sound of waves rolling onto the shore blending into the rhythmic hum of the world around him. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, matching the pace of the woman resting against him. He had her tucked into his side, her body draped across his like she belonged there. And she did. That much, he was sure of.

What he wasn’t sure of – what he sometimes struggled to wrap his head around – was how different their lives were. How different they had always been.

Right now, though, none of that mattered.

For a brief moment in time, they were untouchable. Not because of security teams or carefully placed PR statements, but because nobody here cared. People passed them by, offering little more than a glance, completely indifferent to the fact that one of the most recognizable faces in motorsport was lying on their beach, holding a woman whose name the public didn’t even know.

He exhaled slowly, a deep, satisfied sigh that came from someplace buried so deep inside him, he almost didn’t recognize it.

She shifted slightly against him, her voice smooth and unbothered as she asked:

“What’s the matter?”

She didn’t open her eyes, still basking in the sun, soaking in the kind of peace that came naturally to her but had to be constructed for him – pieced together through strategic social media posts and a carefully orchestrated timeline that placed him halfway across the continent.

“All is good,” he murmured, and even that was an admission, because he hadn’t known it was possible to feel this light. “I’m just enjoying this.”

And he was. But at the same time, he wasn’t.

Because he’d had to fight for this. For a single week of anonymity, he had to pull off a logistical stunt that rivaled the complexities of an F1 strategy call. Max had helped, of course – posing in a few group shots with him, editing time stamps, planting just enough digital breadcrumbs to keep the illusion alive. Meanwhile, he had snuck into a tiny, overlooked country in Eastern Europe, where cameras didn’t follow him, and fans didn’t chase him down the street.

And still, it wasn’t just the effort that sat heavy on his chest. It was the mere fact that this was necessary at all.

His life wasn’t built for peace. His life was a series of carefully calculated moves, a world where nothing went unnoticed, where one wrong word could create a week’s worth of headlines. He’d grown up in it, adapted to it. And while he wouldn’t say he chose it, it was the only way he knew how to exist.

Until he met her.

She had been the first person to show him something different.

He could still remember the first time he saw her, the way she barely even looked at him when she handed him his coffee. It was such a simple thing, but it stunned him. He wasn’t used to that. To being invisible. To being just another person in line.

And yet, he kept coming back, chasing something he didn’t even have a name for at the time. The quiet confidence, the way she moved through life without the need for validation or the weight of expectations. It was the absence of noise that made him lean in closer.

Eventually, he got through to her, broke down the walls she so carefully built. And as their connection grew, he expected that she would eventually step into his world. That she would want to. Yet, she never did.

Even now, nearly five years later, she remained tucked away in the spaces between his public life, choosing to exist in the shadows rather than the spotlight. And for all the love they shared, for all the ways they had built a life together, sometimes it frustrated him.

Of course, the people who mattered knew. Their families, their closest friends – those who had stood beside them long before the world ever cared about his name. The ones who saw beyond the headlines and the interviews, who understood that what they had was real, even if the world never got to witness it.

And those same people had become their quiet accomplices, helping them navigate this delicate, invisible dance. His family never slipped up in interviews, never let a misplaced word expose what he worked so hard to keep private. His friends, too, had learned to deflect, to keep her name away from questioning eyes. Even his team, the ones who spent nearly every waking moment with him – had learned the unspoken rule: she was his, but she wasn’t theirs to claim.

And yet, for all the secrecy, for all the careful maneuvering… their love had never felt hidden to the people who truly mattered. It was just protected.

But protection and freedom weren’t the same thing. And that was the battle he fought within himself, over and over again. Not because he wanted to parade her around like some kind of trophy. He simply was not that type of guy. But because hiding this part of his life had become suffocating. The weight of secrecy pressed on him in every interview, every event, every casual question about his personal life that forced him to bite his tongue or dance around the truth.

His fingers absently brushed over the sand beside him, the warmth of the sun clashing with the cool unease creeping up his spine.

“You’re still thinking about making this public now, don’t you?”

Her voice was calm, steady, like she already knew the answer. And of course, she did, cause this discussion would sometimes interrupt their daily program. Her eyes, open now, studied him intently, reading the silent tug-of-war happening inside his head.

His gaze flickered downward, landing on the delicate gold band on her ring finger. Minimalistic, understated. Just like the love they had built – real, solid, but never loud.

“You know I am,” he admitted. His voice was quiet, but certain. “But I would never push you into something you’re not ready for.”

She rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up just enough to study him more closely. Sunlight hit her skin, casting a glow across her features, but her expression remained unreadable. Thoughtful. Considering. This discussion wasn’t new. The conversation had snuck its way into their quiet moments before. It was never a demand, never a plea, just a lingering thought between them, waiting for a resolution.

And yet, every time it came up, she felt the same pull in opposite directions. She wanted to give him everything. But she also wanted to keep this one thing just for herself. Once it was out there, it wasn’t just theirs anymore. It would belong to the headlines, the speculations, the nameless voices picking apart every detail. It wasn’t the attention itself that scared her – it was the slow erosion of their bubble, the way something so intimate could turn into a conversation for the world to dissect.

But it had never been about her safety, not really. It had always been about his. He was the one whose life had been carefully curated, whose every move was subject to scrutiny. She was the ghost between the lines, the one thing he had kept untouched by the madness. And that had worked—because it had been on her terms. Now, though? Now he wanted something different.

If the rules of their world had to shift, then why should she be the only one adjusting? If he wanted to entertain the idea of change, then so would she.

She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. “Charles, quit F1.”

His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. He knew better. He knew she would explain.

“It will take people a couple of years to forget you, don’t get me wrong,” she continued, her voice measured, unhurried. “You’ll be questioned endlessly about it, that’s for a fact. Every interview, every headline, it’ll be about why you left, if you’ll ever come back. But eventually, the headlines will die down.”

Her fingers idly traced patterns into the sand between them.

“There will be younger and quicker people on the grid who will outshine you. Drivers who will set new records, who will take over the narrative, who will become the new obsession. Once you step out of it, there will be less and less interest in you every day. And just like that… eventually, no one will truly care.”

The words settled between them, heavy yet spoken with complete neutrality. No expectation. No malice. Just the truth.

And it hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for. Because she was right.

He had spent so many years believing that the world’s attention on him was unavoidable. That being watched, analyzed, followed was just part of him, an inescapable reality. But was it? 

He had watched legends retire before. He had seen the frenzy that followed, the endless speculation, the “will he, won’t he” debates that flooded every media outlet. But then always someone new came along. And slowly, those names, those faces, the ones that once seemed untouchable… they faded.

He had seen it happen. He had never considered it happening to him.

And yet, she had laid it out so plainly. The alternative. A life where no one waited at hotel lobbies or airports. Where his words weren’t dissected, his expressions weren’t analyzed. Where he could just be.

The moment the words left her mouth, he felt the immediate instinct to deflect. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it, but there was something deeply unsettling about confronting the possibility head-on.

“No, I couldn’t,” he said, shaking his head slightly, as if the idea alone was too absurd to entertain for long. “I like what I’m doing. Even though it tends to be bizarre.”

She didn’t argue. She didn’t push. She just looked at him with that same knowing expression, the one that told him she understood more than he ever had to say out loud.

“I know and that is why I would never force you to,” she said simply. Then, with a small smile, she added, “But I know what I’m doing, too.”

She shifted slightly, resting her chin on her folded arms as she continued. “I like admiring you and supporting you from afar. I love being in the crowd, looking at you, and knowing that the people around me couldn’t care less. That’s a kind of freedom I cherish. And I love my work too. You know, I studied hard for it. Being a cybersecurity specialist means I have to be the hardest person to track.”

She glanced down at her hand, twisting the ring slightly between her fingers, still getting used to the new title attached to it.

“I’m Charles Leclerc’s wife.” There was no bitterness in the way she said it, only quiet amusement. “My firewalls are already attacked as it is. I don’t want any more eyes on me.”

Her voice remained calm, steady. This wasn’t an argument. It wasn’t an attempt to change his mind or to make him choose. It was just perspective. The same way he had given her his.

He nodded, exhaling slowly, fingers tracing absent patterns in the sand.

“I understand it.”

She smiled softly, as if she already knew he would say that. But there was still more to say.

“And still,” she continued, “it’s my freedom on the chopping block each time. Not your career.”

There was no accusation in her voice, no resentment. Just truth. A truth he had never been able to fully grasp – not because he didn’t want to, but because he had never lived it.

He knew what it meant to be scrutinized, to have his every move dissected and analyzed. But she knew what it meant to fight for the right not to be seen. To be invisible by choice, because her work depended on it.

And that was the core of it, wasn’t it? They weren’t on opposite sides. 

They were just speaking different languages. And he loved hearing her talk. 

“I know that we’ve been so tired of this walking around on our tiptoes lately. And I know that you hate lying,” she murmured, exhaling slowly, eyes closing again as if to fully absorb the warmth of the sun against her skin. “So don’t.”

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“Don’t hide the ring,” she continued. “Don’t deny the questions. Just… don’t entertain the idea.”

His lips twitched, barely holding back a smirk.

“First couple of months will be hell,” she admitted, voice carrying the weight of reality, but there was no hesitation in it. “And I’ll probably have to keep my distance just a little bit more. But just like with the ending of a career – once you stop talking about it, once you stop feeding into it… eventually, they’ll care less and less.” Her voice trailed off, as if the thought itself was settling into place even as she said it.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the waves, the faint chatter of distant voices, the occasional gust of wind brushing against them.

He turned his head toward her, watching the way her lips remained slightly parted, the way her fingers absentmindedly traced the curve of her ring. Their ring.

He let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head back against the sand. “That might be the most diplomatic way you’ve ever told me I told you so.”

Throughout their relationship, she has told him multiple times that public attention fades when there’s nothing to feed it. She’s seen it happen, and she has lived her life accordingly, staying under the radar by not engaging with the spotlight in any way. Meanwhile, he has spent years under scrutiny, believing that any revelation about his private life would spiral into endless speculation, making it impossible to protect what they have.

She cracked one eye open, just enough to catch the teasing glint in his. “I’m just saying, if you’re so desperate to stop lying, you might as well try telling the watered-down version of the truth for once.”

He hummed, rolling onto his side so he could prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with an amused smile. “And this is you giving me permission?”

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t open her eyes. “I’m just giving you an option.”

For a second, he just looked at her, as if trying to make sure he had heard her right.

It wasn’t a grand gesture. It wasn’t an Instagram post or a joint red-carpet appearance. But to him, it was bigger than that. It was a permission. A quiet, unspoken acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, she trusted the world enough to know a piece of their truth.

The relief was instant, but more than that – it was joy. She wasn’t giving him everything. But she was giving him this. And for now, that was enough.

“I have to say,” he chuckled, a grin tugging at his lips, “I wasn’t expecting this kind of progress today.”

“Giving someone the right to claim your last name comes with its own advantages, but don’t get used to it.”

He laughed, light and easy, pressing a fleeting kiss to the top of her head before lying back down. The sun was warm, the air still, and for the first time in a long time, something inside of him felt lighter.

Maybe they weren’t speaking the same language just yet.

But at least now, they were meeting in the middle.

masterlist✨

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Headcanons

☆Yandere prototype x teen reader☆

Tw: infantilization, yandere behavior, stalking, manipulation.

• let’s first start off on how you would meet the prototype let’s say you arrived at playcare in search of your missing friends, who have been missing for a few weeks now, they have been last seen going here so that’s what you think you should start your search for them.

・Once you enter playtime co. You encounter huggy wuggy, who starts to hunt after you, after successfully escaping you come across poppy and accidentally free her.

• then chapter 2 events occur between you and mommy longs and that’s when you get in contact with kissy missy and poppy and form an alliance with them to stop the feral toys and the prototype.

・then chapter 3 events occur when you get into contact with Ollie/ the prototype that’s when the yandere tendencies start to really pick up.

• you see you don’t know Ollie is the prototype in disguise using his many voices to trick you into trusting him, which works of course for you and poppy, the thing is he just though of you as another playing thing a first, a naive child trying to be the hero in the horrors in this factory, it amuses him of how naive you could be.

・truly it was so easy to get you to trust him just with a play phone! But some part of him feels guilty ler say for taking advantage of a child like you. Your just trying to survive like everyone else

・the longer he communicates with you the more he starts to grow fond of you. You really do still have that child like innocence to you. Just like the orphans.

・but when he finds out about yarnby and the doctor attacking you to say he's pissed is an understatement he's furious. He doesn't know why he feels so protective over you but he can't stop.

・so he does what any sane person would do an lures you to him in th false sense of security that he needs your help an of course Polly and kissy Missy blissfully unaware allows you to go help Ollie Aka him.

・well your literally walking into his trap right where he wants you! And once he get his hands in you he will never let you go! Don't worry he will us catnaps sleeping gass to make sure your docile and don't out up to much of a fight.

・but he would never ever hurt you and he will make sure no one does and hell make sure the doctor knows that as well and abides by it. Because all in all he truly controls this place not the doctor no matte how arrogant the man is.

・so please don't scream or cry or put up a fight I know his appreance i want th most pleasing but he promises to take care of you! Your a baby after all! You shouldn't even be here it's dangerous but don't worry he will always protect you.

And you'll never leave him ever

[blakeswritingimagines]

Kink List With Joseph Woll

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's very clingy and wants to be close, holding you and pressing his head into you like a cat. loves when you scratch his head, too - it's calming. also likes to talk a lot afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His biceps. also loves the soft give of your thighs and the curve of your waist.

On you, he most likes your hands - they make him feel secure. also loves your thighs/butt.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

A decent amount, either inside or on your stomach - unless you decide to take it in your mouth. usually just lets you choose, though, which pleases him greatly.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a bit of a voice kink - gets turned on by your noises and definitely wants to hear you speaking, whether it be normal conversation, moans, or begging.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows exactly what he's doing. he has a lot of experience and is more than willing to use it if he wants to make sure you're pleasured to the fullest of his capabilities.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes any position with him on top, but if you're riding him he really likes that, with both being able to see each other as a bonus, it lets you take the lead, if you'd like to.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It's hard for him to be entirely serious, and his sense of humor can be a little.. dirty. But the moment is still special, so he gets serious when he needs to and is good at staying on track (even if he does crack a few jokes here and there).

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself groomed, definitely. he's also pretty hairy and is quite fond of yours, whether there's a lot of it or not.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He definitely gets very intimate and romantic. he makes you feel very special and treats you like a treasure. he likes to kiss a lot, as well, and he makes sure to go slowly to make sure you feel as good as possible.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't often get a chance to do this, so when he does it means he's very much in the mood for it. when he does, he takes it slow and often watches you or pictures you if you're not there if he misses you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has a bit of a size kink, where he likes to make you look small compared to him, and likes if you take the submissive role. also really enjoys teasing you and is very much into edging.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He likes to do it in his own bed, if given the choice, but is also more than willing to take the risk and do it in public, especially if it's somewhere that could get you both caught.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn't really take much to turn him on. just being near you or thinking about you is usually enough, but touching, whispers, or even just smelling your perfume drives him crazy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into anything that’s degrading. also does not do bodily functions/fluids and is not into feet.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers giving, but he can also very much take he’s really good with his tongue. loves to taste you and will stay down there for as long as you wish. also loves it when you deepthroat him or try to, at least. He does not mind if you need to breathe once in

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers to be slow and sensual but also goes fast when it's needed, usually because the situation calls for it. usually, you don't have to ask him - he has a good sense of when to change up pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's not all that fond of quickies - if he's doing this stuff with you, he wants to do it right. He doesn't want it over too fast and for there to be no time to properly enjoy it, so he mostly refuses to do quickies.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's definitely willing to experiment and is not all that afraid of risks more than anything because he's got good control over himself. he's happy to try new things with you, but is not willing to do anything that could get you seriously hurt or uncomfortable.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He's got very good stamina has very good control over his body and mind. he can last a good bit and can definitely go several rounds he can even be ready to go again within a few minutes of the last round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's got a few, yes. He doesn't use them too frequently, but he's definitely not against them. He likes to use them on you, though he doesn't mind if you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases a lot. a lot. He's really not afraid to keep you in suspense until you're begging for it. He loves to listen to you whine and moan for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not the loudest guy there is, since he's the type to more silently take control. he's not completely quiet, though, and will make soft sighs and grunts when things get good - and will moan and gasp when appropriate.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This man is not afraid to get possessive at times - will make sure people know that you are his. will do things like holding you close to him or marking you in ways that can be seen in public as a way of saying 'yes. this one is mine, and if you want them, you will have to fight me for it'. it's not to the point of being creepy, though definitely more because he's just in a loving and passionate relationship and simply wants you to himself.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's pretty big, and he's definitely proud of that. he's also usually really hard by the time he's getting to the real stuff and he's thick, too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high - he's not gonna be able to keep his hands off of you very long at all, especially in a more private setting without too many prying eyes around. he just wants to please you and have you enjoy yourself and him as well, of course.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually doesn't fall asleep very soon. he likes to take some time to bask in the afterglow and enjoy that calm and peaceful time with you, holding you close and thinking about how wonderful you are. though he does get a little sleepy afterwards, he'll probably doze off within the hour.

[yourdreamyecho]

A love that feels like home

Jungkook x reader

A random cartoon show had been playing on the tv but it was not being paid attention to. Your finger was tracing over the lines over your lover's palm. Swirls and tangles permanently painted over it. Jungkook simply watched, an endearing smile on his face. A look of adoration and pure love was on display just for you.

You simply continued to play with his fingers, closing and opening his hand. It appeared to be something much more entertaining than watching the said show you both had planned to watch for the night. You both couldn't care less about it, though; after all, it was just a way to spend time with each other after a long, tedious week of work.

Just existing with one another was what you both truly needed, right here, right now. Breathing in Jungkook's scent, a mixture of his shampoo and body moisturizer, calmed you. His strong arms were wrapped around your form, his body heat warmed you up.

You paused your movements and looked up at him. Jungkook's focus was on you. During that time, your heart felt so warm. It felt safe. You felt safe.

That was such a beautiful and heartwarming moment! Let me expand it for you and keep the tone in line with your style:

The cartoon on the screen flickered with bright colors, voices rising and falling in cheerful tones, but neither of you noticed. Your focus was entirely on him—on the lines etched into Jungkook’s palm. With each trace of your finger, you followed the gentle curves and tiny creases, a map of his life laid bare in your hands.

He watched you quietly, his lips curled into a soft smile that spoke volumes. It wasn’t just affection in his gaze; it was adoration, pure and unfiltered. You caught glimpses of it whenever he looked at you like this, his doe eyes shining with the kind of love that made you feel like you were his entire world.

You toyed with his fingers, folding and unfolding them like a child discovering something new. Each tiny movement carried more intimacy than any grand gesture. The planned show was long forgotten—it had only ever been an excuse to curl up together after a grueling week. What really mattered was this: the sound of his breathing, the way his thumb brushed against your side absentmindedly, and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear.

Jungkook shifted slightly, pulling you closer into his embrace. His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket, the scent of his shampoo and body moisturizer a comforting anchor. It was a mix of familiarity and home, grounding you in the moment.

You paused, your fingers stilling as you tilted your head to look up at him. His eyes hadn’t left you, and that smile—that smile—was there again.

“What?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Nothing,” he murmured. “Just... you. I’m looking at you.”

Your chest tightened, the weight of his love hitting you like a wave. In that second, you felt it—a deep, unshakable sense of security. You weren’t just in his arms; you were in his heart, his safe haven, and he was yours.

You smiled back, leaning up to press a featherlight kiss to his jaw. “I feel safe with you,” you confessed, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Jungkook’s arms tightened around you, his voice low and full of emotion. “Good,” he said. “Because I want you to always feel that way.”

And in that quiet moment, with the world reduced to just the two of you, everything felt exactly as it should be.

[rawrsatthetree]

Tired: Tav that’s good for Astarion cause they play therapist and give him support and space to heal

Wired: Tav that’s good for Astarion cause they’re such a disaster he has to get his shit together cause gods above one of them needs to be a functional adult

[serensama]

This. All of this.

The place certainly feels more homey when Lucanis joins, and not just because he is my Rook’s LI.

But this post also makes me think about the Lighthouse in general. How it’s one of my favourite things about DAVG. How a home wants to look after its people.

How as we go on we see the ground start to be covered in soft foliage, soft and inviting enough for Assan to roll around in or Harding to lie upon and stare up into the not- so-unsettling (anymore) Fade sky.

How the casks on the wall next to the pantry slowly snaked its way from ceiling to floor. No one knows who is doing it, they assume the Caretaker, because it is nice to mark their passage of time- a physical representation of the way everyone fills the space and makes it a home. It is also a reminder to be kinder to their livers. The Caretaker is looking at you Davrin, seriously, do Grey Wardens have to drink like the have a death wish too?

How the chairs in the library know exactly how far to be from one another and how to look for each person to be comfortable, all so unique but mesh together so well it was as it was by design. At first Rook wondered why there weren’t enough chairs but quickly realised that Bellara didn’t like to sit down when she was participating in discussions that required her full attention; feeling she needed to be alert and focused to ensure she didn’t miss a detail that only she could find- she didn’t want to fail anyone, ever again. And Lucanis had spent too much time of the last year sitting, squatting, strapped to a table- for a long time, true freedom and comfort to him (especially when around people who were not quite yet family), was being able to stand up and walk around at his leisure.

How the dining table was always set for 10, always ready for the extra guests. As if it knew whenever Strife and Irelin had to speak to Bellara, and somehow Emmrich invited him- them!- to stay for dinner. Or whenever Teia and Viago would pop in to check on Lucanis or a Crow Rook. Viago specifically insistent to know that where Rook had chosen as their headquarters was safe and secure, probably very disappointed they did not pick the pantry to sleep in and told them they still had a lot to learn, and was happy they were there with the Demon of Vyrantium to guide them where he could- oh is that a cask of my favourite wine? Then they must sit and share a couple of glasses… yes, I intend to poison you, it’s been a year and you need to build immunity to this new concoction.

The Lighthouse and the Caretaker, alone for so long, jumped at the chance to be the place each of the team needed to feel secure and welcomed, and they were rewarded with the family it had always yearned to home.

*there was one thing that always bugged Rook however, and they asked the Caretaker after their victorious return from Minrathous…. What was the deal with no beds? Why were Davrin and Taash the only ones allowed to have beds? And they guessed whatever that cot-thing was Lucanis chose to sleep on.

“Dweller. The child of stone preferred to feel the ground beneath her head. The detective most comfortable falling asleep as she stared at her notes on the wall sitting up on her sofa. The tinkerer happiest to fall asleep on her desk, surrounded by her ideas and tools, ready to grab them when she awoke with answers. And the Professor… he had a bed. It was hidden behind one of his bookcases.”

It continues to kill me that the lighthouse starts to come alive again when Lucanis lights the hearth in the kitchen. Like the light in the fade even gets sunnier, and the plants start to grow.

They're slowly starting to come together, and the lighthouse is reflecting that back to them. (As the fade is wont to do)

The whole team contributes to this for sure! Like those plants are all Harding.

Lucanis specifically gets to me because he's coming straight from The Ossuary and starts turning the kitchen into a soft place to land. It's warm, it's inviting, there's a caringly made meal. And I think that really reflects the lighthouse itself? It was so lonely for so long! It lost so much after the veil! It was probably hurting. And when at last it has people again? It just wants to care for them.

I suspect the lighthouse has a soft spot for the weird man who lives in the panty. Because they have a lot on common.

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[thistlecatfics]

headcanons on Draco and substance use ages later (was going to be a whole post but whatever) -

I headcanon nearly everyone has having substance use issues because it's fun for me... but not Draco. for whatever reason. (there are so many wonderful substance abusing draco fics which I love though! but it's not really my hc.)

like maybe 6th year he tries drinking on his own to try to cope with his big feelings and feeling like he has nowhere to go but I hc he just ends up feeling hungover the next day and is like... well that was boring and useless.

Obviously it's a children's book and that's part of why Harry discovers him crying to Myrtle in the bathroom instead of drinking or using potions by himself BUT also I do think it's saying something! Draco's go to is to get emotional support from another person, and 6th year is so hard because his father is in Azkaban, he has all this pressure, he does NOT want Snape's help, he can't talk to his friends/he feels like he can't talk to his friends... so he isolates other than Myrtle.

He actually has reasonably secure attachments with his parents (a big protector against substance use issues). Basically a lot of the reason substances are so appealing to so many of us is that it gives us the happy feelings that theoretically can come from close relationships. But if close relationships aren’t there or don’t feel safe (because we’ve never experienced safety in relationships before) substances are a more appealing way to get those needs met. 

I think Draco is actually someone who wants to talk to people about his emotions and his problems more than he just wants to drink about them. 

He's a Gemini sun, Pisces moon! big feelings and a talker!

I think he’s also in a different position than a lot of the young DEs of the previous generation because he is so isolated and alone. Like, sure if he were in a group of other young men who were all obsessed with this cause and built bonds with each other through perpetrating violence, he might play around with substances to feel like he’s a part of something and also to cope. But I do think the social bonds would be more key for him than the substances themselves. 

(BUT (and this is just fun for me), I do think he has an intox kink even if he personally doesn't Love drinking (he likes it well enough but it's not a thing he obsesses about). He just feels incredible shame about how much he adores Harry when he's absolutely obliterated, and it adds to his "I'm bad/Harry's good" complex. but it's so hot for him when harry lets himself be so stupidly vulnerable with him! my darling unethical intox kink top.)

@thistlecatfics made a great point in their regulus therapy answer about young death eaters turning to substance abuse to numb themselves and dissociate from the violence they are perpetrating. I can totally see this, sad as it is.... Regulus has a family history of alcoholism s I could see him drinking to cope and then there's a nasty irony of how drinking a different substance kills him...Snape would brew his own potions and get high. Barty Crouch Jr...is maybe used to being subject to mind-altering spells (bc of the Imperius, I wonder if that was really the first time his father used them on him) and might use those as drugs? And then what would Draco be doing in HBP? (probably bc it's a kids book there aren't really hints of something else beynd the obvious depression going on but..i could totally see him binge drinking at school parties or alternately completely disengaging from his social life and drinking alone...) interesting thoughts

[yngai]

today's the anniversary of john's last letter to ada written knowing he is already infected & begging her to go public with everything they uncovered together at arklay, turn on the lab's self destruct & to put him down if she ever saw him turned. she never read his last words, they were many on a list of letters sent to her & burned after her transfer to NEST where she was light on her feet beginning to befriend annette birkin (a relationship that eventually led to an affair), she forgot about john as quickly as he fell in love with her, happy july 8th everyone

[skyteglad]

the latest aita is making me sad. the teeth one. because like... when i was a kid, i was told to have braces! and that i'd need an eventual surgery! and because i didn't want to, my parents didn't make me.

that surgery would've changed my life. i'm not fucking kidding. i'm pretty sure 75% of my physical disabilities stem from not getting that surgery. and by the time i was able to bring up trying to have corrective work again, i was two years from losing my insurance, and my parents procrastinated. now it seems like a pipe dream it'll ever happen.

i get being resentful of your parents forcing you to do things you don't want to do, but god damn, if mine had actually really pushed me into getting braces, my life would be so much different and so much better.