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jaegeraether · 3 months ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 95)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (72) / Alexia Putellas x Character (47) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (27)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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LUCY POV

“Okay Luce, a kiss is fine, but the tongue is a little too much…” YFN said, pulling away and murmuring against her cheek. It was hard to miss the flashing of cameras around them and Lucy could tell she was feeling a little uncomfortable, most likely with her sling and knee brace. As her little Australian pressed her body into Lucy’s as if to hide herself from the cameras, she tightened her arms around her. She’d never be uncomfortable with Lucy, and that made her heart swell at the thought.

Lucy allowed herself a small chuckle. The sinking feeling of the Olympics had disappeared for the moment. She’d finally kissed her girl at a game. In front of friends and family. In front of the world.

She groaned into her.

“We have some special people to go see, Luce.”

Lucy blanked. “The… team? I wasn’t too mean to them…”

YFN squeezed tight before she pulled back and pet her forehead. “Lose a few brain cells with that header, did we?”

Lucy couldn’t help but grin at that cheeky expression of hers. She loved her cheeky. “Yes, you’re going to have to help me shower and feed me from now on.”

“LUCY!” Several small voices sounded. YFN turned in Lucy’s arms as they both watched Freddie and Alzira running towards them in front of the Bronze family. Jorge looked like he was chasing to catch them and give the couple their space, but he was failing in that task.

“Your special people…” YFN murmured, capturing Lucy’s cheeks between one hand and pecking her on the lips.

She stepped back out of her embrace just in time for the lunging children. Lucy fell dramatically to the ground and that excited them further as they leapt on her. It was exactly what she needed. Her special people.

“You did a goal!” Alzira cheeped as Lucy sat up to tickle her.

“I did! Did you see?”

“Yeah!”

“Rightttt here!” Freddie said, smacking her in the forehead. Lucy fell backwards like a starfish with her arms out and was rewarded with their little bodies falling onto her ribs.

“You’re not dead!”

“Wake up!”

She chuckled and sat up on her elbows, rubbing her forehead. “Is it red?”

“Yeah!”

“And so are your cheeks.” Freddie said, looking over at YFN. Although he didn’t really understand, he made a kissing sound.

Lucy rolled her eyes and looked over at her girl. Her parents were now standing by her and watching on, chatting away. Her mum said something and then shared a laugh with YFN as she gestured to Lucy. Her girl blushed slightly and pressed her lips together to cover it. She caught Lucy’s eye and the footballer gave her a look that said she knew what she was thinking.

Jorge and Charis came over to try and calm the excited kids while Sophie and her girlfriend came over to console her.

“Great game, sis,” Sophie said, offering her a hand up. Lucy was a mess of sweat and fatigue, but managed to get back to her feet with the help.

“Nice header!” Jorge grinned, slapping her on the back.

“Just needed one more,” she said a little more understanding than dejected this time.

“Football is ruthless, sis. You know that better than anyone.”

She hummed a response, her eyes on YFN as they approached. Her arm went out towards YFN when Lucy’s mum grabbed her around the neck and pulled her down into a hug. “Oh honey, you did so well!”

Lucy knew how well she played and struggled against herself to not roll her eyes. “Thanks mum.”

Her hand still out searching, found YFN’s and held onto it. It was like a calming agent to her.

When her mother was done fussing over her, she greeted her dad also.

Lucy stepped back and into YFN’s space as soon as she could, her arm around her own, their fingers tangled. It didn’t feel close enough.

Sophie pointed to their tangled hands, waggling her finger between them. “What’s this, then? Fully public now?”

“Get out of it, Soph.” Lucy responded, rolling her eyes.

“Lucy!”

Lucy looked over to where the team were standing about to huddle. The voice had come from Sarina, gesturing her over.

The group huddle felt like the negativity of their failure. She sighed. YFN let go of her hand and rubbed her back, encouraging her forward. “Off you go, Luce. We’ll be right here.”

Lucy bent down in front of her and YFN got the hint, giving her a peck on the cheek.

God, her lips.

She wandered over to the group as they did their huddle. Sarina gave a speech, and they all accepted that maybe time off during the Olympics would be just what they needed.

“Now onto some positivity for the group, ja?” Sarina encouraged. She gestured to Leah and Jordan, and the family and friends who were around. “Our girls fought hard today and did us all proud. We’ll come back even better. But for now, let’s celebrate the victory with our Player of the Match… Lucy!”

Lucy knew she played well, but still, she was surprised. LJ had scored a brace. She dragged her feet over to where Sarina was holding the trophy and took it with the best smile she could muster for the photo.

Usually she would give a speech, but not tonight. The girls could all see that. Lucy said her thanks and looked around the crowd to spot her girl who was now holding Lucy’s jacket. Thank god – she was getting freezing with her sweat covered body in the cool night air. She went straight over to her and handed the award to Freddie who had his hands out.

“Thanks, little one.” She said as she took the jacket and zipped it up. She came around behind her and wrapped her arms around the warmth of her as Sarina continued to speak of how proud she was of the girls.

“And now, we have dinner and celebrate together. Before we go - would anyone else like to say anything?”

She looked around at the girls who looked defeated, though encouraged by the speeches. They all shook their heads. Sarina’s eyes landed on Leah. “Leah?”

Leah stepped forward and cleared her throat. “Yes, actually.”

Lucy felt YFN get excited in her arms. Leah turned to look at Jordan and held her hand out. The shy Jordan took it and stepped up next to her.

“Last night I asked Jordan to marry me… and she said yes.”

JORDAN POV

“Are you sure you should be drinking that…?” Jordan started.

YFN looked up from her laptop and Lucy grunted into her wine. “I need to pregame this Lioness lunch with Alessia today, plus, I deserve it.”

YFN leant over and kissed her shoulder. “You certainly do.”

“Have you ever seen Lucy drunk?” Jordan quizzed, teasingly.

YFN thought for a second. “Actually… I don’t think so. I’ve seen her tipsy, but not drunk. Always impossible during season, and she doesn’t like alcohol anyways.” She paused and tilted her head at Jordan and Leah’s expressions. “Why? Is she a menace?”

“You could say that again.”

YFN turned to Lucy who gave an innocent look followed quickly by a cheeky grin and shrug.

The Australian rolled her eyes, but it was clear that she was curious.

Jordan gave a yawn and a stretch as she sat with her back against the plane, her legs dangled over Leah’s lap. Leah had been giving her looks since they’d outed their engagement to the team, and she was now absentmindedly stroking her legs which made Jordan feel giddy. She parted them slightly, and Leah noticed, her fingers sliding further up the inside of her leg under the table.

Jordan felt a little guilty. She wanted Leah, obviously, but it was a bit difficult in the private aircraft.

“What are you doing?” Jordan asked YFN.

“Organising this event for Saturday…” she murmured, her eyebrows furrowed as she focused on what she was typing. “Expanding roles of the team and organising the rostering so we’re covering as many matches as possible.” She stopped typing to look over the top of her laptop and smile. “What’s on your mind, Dory?”

Jordan scoffed. “You know me too well.”

“Mmnhmn.” She replied, waiting patiently.

“Well… Lucy will be going back to Spain soon and Leah is headed back to London.. so I was just wondering if you’re coming home?”

YFN gave a cute smile. The one that made Jordan feel seen and heard. “I’ve thought about this.. and I think the best bet will be London in the office from Monday to Wednesday, with every other day at home in Birmingham as it’s so central to be able to travel between the games.”

“Can you limit the travel at all?” Lucy asked, looking worried given her condition.

“Actually, I was thinking of getting a driver to take that pressure off. That way I can continue to work during the drives…”

Lucy gave an impressed look. “It’s perfect. I can pay-”

“-no, love.” She chuckled with a reassuring look. “Thank you, Luce.. but this will be on the company. I spoke to Cath-” she corrected herself, shaking her head. “-Joe about it already.”

Lucy nodded leaning in and kissing her temple.

“What’s happening with you two?” YFN asked, looking between the pair.

“We’ve spoken about moving clubs.. but it’s best to stay where we are.” YFN nodded at that, looking like she’d expected it. “I’m going to give football two more years and see if I can make the Euros team.” Leah gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you sure, Jords?” Lucy asked.

“I’m sure.” She said, confidently. Lucy gave her a sympathetic look, and Jordan struggled to contain her emotions at the thought of retiring. “It’s time. I’ll stay with Villa for play time and then.. I’m not sure what I’ll do for a job.”

YFN tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “It’s a shame that footballers give everything to the game and have a career-span that only lasts until your 30s. It’s unfair. But if you want, I’ll have plenty of opportunities for you if you wanted to join the media industry with me?”

Jordan’s heart swelled and she cleared her throat, nodding while she tried to find the words. “I think I’d like that.”

YFN gave her a wink. “I’ll look after you, Dory. Don’t worry about any of that, okay? You’ll have a job after football. And if you want to do something else instead, that’s fine too. We’re in this together. Okay?”

Jordan wiped the tears forming in her eyes. “Okay. Th…thank you.”

She turned to look at Leah who was still stroking her legs, though now with her head against the chair, smiling at her. “See? Everything will work out.”

Jordan nodded, collecting herself.

“Did we have any other plans we want to share with our friends?”

Jordan chuckled, turning back to the pair. “Well after I retire, I’ll be 33 and Leah will be 28. We’re hoping she’ll play into her mid-thirties-”

“-I may need some pointers,” Leah interjected, directed at Lucy.

Lucy chuckled. “I can definitely help you with that.”

“-we won’t be getting any younger.” Jordan continued. “So… we were going to have kids when I retire.”

YFN closed her laptop without looking at it. “Babies?! Little Leah’s and Jordan’s running around?”

Leah shifted Jordan’s legs off of her and moved closer, taking her head and kissing her lovingly on the cheek in support. “Yeah,” she said. “It feels right. And with my endo…”

“I’ll carry,” Jordan finished when Leah didn’t. “And if it doesn’t work out like that, then we’ll adopt.”

“They may be able to see Leah playing…” YFN said dreamingly.

“I’m hoping so! I want to bring them to the games to see their mum play.”

Leah’s hand found her thigh again under the table and slipped in between her legs. She almost jumped. Clearly talk of their future was exciting her.

“That’s the dream, isn’t it?” YFN murmured, looking at Lucy.

“Have you two spoken about kids?”

YFN blushed, and they shared a look about something that clearly was just between them.

“Uh, yeah. Yep. We want kids.”

“A tribe.” Lucy said, confidently knowing what she wanted.

Jordan found it amusing.

“But we haven’t been together long…” YFN said. Lucy frowned.

“As if that matters,” Leah opinionated, rolling her eyes. “You two were made for each other.”

“Trust me, we feel it too. But right now, I’m injured. I’m building this company and my career. I’d want to be married first. And we aren’t even living together. Lucy’s in Spain…” She sighed, exasperated. “But we have Christmas to look forward to. My Nan and brother are coming over, and will meet Lucy and her family for the first time… and then Ridley was supposed to be coming, so I’m not sure what’s happening there. I imagine she’ll want to spend it with Alexia.”

“It’s going to be an amazing Christmas.” Lucy said. “I have a charity I support which has me at a few children’s hospitals on Christmas Eve, and then we’ll all have Christmas together for a good few weeks. Your first white Christmas.. so it’s a lot to look forward to.”

YFN smiled at that and looked back at the pair. “Trust me, there’s nothing I want more than to have little Bronze menaces running around, but I want to get this company to a more autonomous, self-sustaining level first. Plus, I wouldn’t want to raise children in instability. I’d want us to have a plan and be living together in a house that will be their childhood home, you know?”

“In Spain?” Leah asked.

“That is the plan…”

“It was the plan,” Lucy corrected. “But as of late I’ve been thinking that if I’m to continue playing for as long as possible, then I need a less packed schedule, less travelling, and better medical care. So I think at the end of this contract, I’ll come back to the UK.”

YFN was surprised. “Really?”

“Back to the WSL?!” Jordan asked, excited at the idea.

Lucy smiled at YFN, and then at the pair opposite. “I think it’s for the best. I’ll be close to family. The kids can be born in the UK. And Spain can come later, or become a vacation spot. I’m not sure, there’s a lot to talk about. But it’s what I’m thinking is best for everyone.” YFN squeezed Lucy’s arm, looking a whole spectrum of emotions about the idea, but primarily happy, it seemed. “And YFN will be stuck in the UK for a period while they build Lumos. And I don’t want to be apart from her longer than I have to. So… yes. That’s my thought.”

“Work will take up a lot of my time for the next few years…” she admitted.

“By ‘a few years’, do you mean two?” Leah asked.

She smiled softly, picking up the meaning. “I hope you two can deal with us being pregnant at the same time.”

Leah’s hand slid further up, her fingertips pressing on Jordan’s clit through her shorts and rubbing just enough to be frustrating.

“Pray for us.” Lucy muttered, sharing a look with Leah. They chuckled.

“Aaaanyways. I need to duck off.” Leah removed her hand and stood, waiting. “Jord?”

YFN raised her eyebrow, giving them a knowing look. Lucy was too busy looking at the snack items to notice as Jordan stood and took Leah’s hand, letting her drag her to the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Leah was close to her. Really close.

“L…Lea?”

“You can’t just talk about our future together and not expect me to get excited, Jord.” Leah said before kissing her.

It was hot. Needy. A kiss most definitely only shared in private. Jordan gasped into her mouth as Leah bit her lip and backed her against the sink. There wasn’t much room to play with, but she knew that wouldn’t stop Leah. Her hands found the back of Jordan’s thighs and picked her up, sitting her on the sink.

“Leah, your knee,” she protested on deaf ears.

“I need you.” She responded greedily. Captain Leah. In command Leah. Jordan felt herself almost dripped at that.

Hands were roaming, Jordan’s clothes disappearing with her barely noticing. Her tits were suddenly out to the cool air of the plane and Leah was quick to take one in her mouth. She sucked for a while, her hands still roaming, and then moved onto the second. While that was happening, her shorts and underwear were being removed in one swift movement. She could barely keep up.

Before Jordan had a chance to even find words, Leah was on her knees, her hands gripping the back of Jordan’s legs and her mouth hungrily attaching itself to her clit.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck! Lea…” She moaned at the suddenness of it all.

Jordan spread her legs so Leah had better access and didn’t fight when one of her thighs was taken up over her girl’s shoulder. She did worry about Leah’s knee but one look down at her and she wasn’t concerned. Leah was so focussed on Jordan. On tasting her. On fucking her. So focussed that she probably didn’t notice Jordan sweeping the blonde hair back out of her face so she could see her better.

Leah was always good with her mouth. Incredibly so. And it made it better, the fact that she was so in tune with Jordan’s body. She knew what she needed and exactly what she liked. She teased every single outer area of her clit, enough to have Jordan’s entire body tingling, before she gave attention to the most sensitive, needy part of it. She was soft, so as to not get it too sensitive, but she was still hungry and knew what she wanted from her.

As her tongue swiped over her little bundle of nerves with the perfect amount of pressure and pace, Jordan felt herself building towards her inevitable orgasm. Leah knew this, because she knew her. Her fingertips gently caressed up the sensitive sides of her body to her tits where one hand grabbed and kneaded, her thumb stroking over the nipple as her other hand came back down again just as slow and tantalisingly.

“F…f…fuck. Lea, I’m going to come.”

Leah didn’t say anything, but her flat tongue changed to just the tip, and exactly where Jordan needed it.

“Don’t stop,” she managed to get out hurriedly as she felt herself just about to- “AHHH fuck, Leah.”

Jordan gripped onto her hair with one hand and the sink behind her with the other as she came, shuddering into Leah’s mouth. Her tongue went flat again and rocked back and forth ever so slightly with a harder pressure against her clit to steady her sensitive nerves while she came. When Jordan��s hand relaxed in her hair, she kissed her clit and pulled back, looking up at the now-flushed and dazed Jordan.

She groaned and leant back as Leah got to her feet. There was still this hunger in her eyes that she hadn’t seen for a while.

Jordan slipped off the sink and grabbed her, their mouths coming together again hot and heavy, the taste of Jordan on Leah's tongue was beyond sexy. Her hands now roamed Leah’s body, her face, neck, tits, waist. Her shirt came off and she allowed it, and shortly after, Jordan pushed her pants and underwear down low enough to feel her. God, she was wet. Hot. Excited. Jordan’s fingers slipped past her folds to feel her, two fingers circling the outside of her entrance and then dragging up, either side of her clit.

Leah grumbled, frustrated and removed her hand, turning Jordan around to face the sink. She gripped the sink as Leah’s hand on her back pressed her down. She pulled her ass back and spread her legs apart with her own. Jordan watched in the mirror as Leah sucked two of her fingers, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other tracing down her back and over her ass. Jordan’s body moved forward against the sink as Leah’s wet fingers slid inside her, stretching her out just slightly. Just enough to have her eyes rolling back and her head dropping to take it.

The outrageously wet slapping sounds of Leah’s fingers in and out of Jordan’s smaller body gave away just how horny she was for the footballer. She whimpered and moaned, her back arching and her body pushing back against her hand as she fucked her.

Since getting back together, they hadn’t had sex like this, and until that moment, Jordan didn’t realise how much she’d missed it.

She reached back and touched Leah, the younger woman allowing her to now, and even rocking into her hand. She teased around her clit, Leah practically dripping onto her fingers. Leah’s hand released her neck and instead wound Jordan’s hair around her hand, using her forearm against her back to keep her body down while she pulled her head back to look into the mirror.

As her head was pulled back, Jordan realised by just how little Leah was actually hanging on. She breathing was erratic, her face flushed and lips trembling. Her expression was less hungry and more desperate. Teetering on the edge.

Jordan applied just slightly more pressure to her clit as she stroked it steadily, knowing that she didn’t like it too fast.

“I… can’t. I can’t.” Leah fought with herself, so close to coming, and yet wanting Jordan to get off too.

Jordan felt her body clenching. She was right there at the edge.

One more look at Leah in the mirror and realising that she was going to spend the rest of her life with her, Jordan came around her fingers, somehow managing to draw Leah’s from her as she did so.

They both gasped their moans and orgasms as they regained their breath. Leah’s arms wrapped around Jordan from behind and she cuddled into the back of her, grunting her relief.

They stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Jordan turned in her arms and held her back.

“Where on earth did that come from?”

Leah chuckled against her collarbone. “I just love you.”

Jordan nodded against her in understanding, knowing she didn’t expect to hear it back. She already knew how Jordan felt. Not long later, she felt her naked body begin to get too cold, and Leah felt her shiver.

“We need to get you dressed.”

Jordan dressed as Leah washed her hands and fixed herself up. She stood by the door waiting patiently, and Jordan gestured to it. “It’s okay, I need to pee. Can you get us a cuppa?”

Leah smiled and stepped forward for a kiss before leaving.

As the door opened, and she stepped outside, all Jordan could hear was Lucy shouting from the table. “Welcome to the mile high club, kids!”

ALEXIA POV

The sun was just rising over the cliffs of the island as Ridley landed. Alexia and Chiquito watched, still playing around with her football on the sand as she taxied in and hooked up to the buoy. Just as she touched land and dragged the dinghy up, she was almost caught off guard at the football flying her way. She managed to keep it up with her feet and kick it straight back over to the pair effortlessly. Alexia liked to think that Ridley had gotten even better with it as they’d been playing so much. It was keeping her fresh and quick with her reactions and made her even more eager to get back on the field.

Though one look at Ridley walking over to her in shorts, a bikini top with an open shirt, and sunglasses keeping her hair back, and Alexia realised she could live like this the rest of her life.

Ridley caught her around the waist, pulling her close and kissing her. Her lips were soft with just a little sweetness to them, like she’d eaten some fruit, which she guaranteed she had.

“Mmn. Hi.”

“Where have you been?” Alexia asked. She’d woken up to an empty bed, with Chiquito looking equally as confused.

“I went to get you some breakfast. I know it’s been a while since you’d had something other than fruit and eggs,” she murmured against her lips. Ridley kissed her again. “And I managed to get myself an encrypted tablet which can’t be tracked… it won’t have internet but I did download both the Spanish and English games..”

Alexia stared at her. Ridley could think she was non-romantic all that she wanted, but she definitely was. Her heart swelled. “You’re the best.”

“Would you like to know the scores or just watch?”

“Don’t tell me the score.. just who won?”

“Both your Spanish girls, and the Lionesses won.” She murmured, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Alexia felt herself leaning into her hand. “They made the Olympics?”

Ridley gave a soft smile and shook her head. Alexia’s heart sunk for them. Lucy would be devastated.

“But Lucy seems in good spirits,” she said, as if reading her mind. “She had a luncheon event with Alessia Russo yesterday and she seemed happy. She was asked a lot of on the spot questions about Blue and you couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if you tried.”

“Why so many questions?”

“Ah… they kissed on the field.”

Alexia was impressed. It was a big move for her teammate. She wondered if Ridley would ever want that. She knew she wouldn’t care about the public part, though someone in her field of work usually kept a low profile. Ridley was a little different, managing to hide in plain sight with her company, though it was a topic that she’d been meaning to broach.

Ridley looked at her as if knowing the question in her head. She gave her that cocky look and reached back, taking an iced coffee from her side of her backpack and giving it to Alexia.

“Any other news?” She asked as she took a sip.

Ridley stepped back looking her up and down with dark eyes unashamedly. She bent down to greet an eager Chiquito rubbing himself on her legs. “Leah and Jordan are engaged.”

The coffee sprayed from her mouth and the grey cat managed to dodge it.

“We haven’t been in reception for 2 days and this all happens?!”

“Mmnhmn.”

“We need to get back..” she found herself murmuring.

“Tomorrow, Lex.” Ridley reassured. “Let’s just enjoy our last day here..”

She took her hand and kissed it, leading her to the hammock outside the front of their hut. The guitar Ridley had been messing around with the night before was leaning up against the tree near it.

The Australian set her bag down as Alexia climbed onto the hammock with her coffee. Ridley settled between her legs, Alexia’s arm draped over her, and Chiquito jumped up to curl himself onto Ridley’s lap. Without speaking they moved. Already understanding what was happening. It was something she’d never had in her life. She’d never known such peace.

Ridley put the little packages of breakfast next to them and propped the tablet up against Alexia’s knee, pressing play on the Spanish game.

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bloodinwine · 13 days ago

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I don't know you, I love you Chapter One: The Sweet Spot [read on a03] pairing: astarion X effy (female OC)

it's love at first sight except it doesn't feel like the first time

It was four-o-clock on a Sunday at The Sweet Spot. Everything was 10% off and they had a buy-one-get-one free deal on lube. Management (also known as Mama) had been trying to sell overstock for weeks but still refused to budge on markdown.

Goblin dildos were so 1799.

It was 1800 and orcs were in.

The store was dead.

From behind the counter, Effy was humming to a song playing off her Chest of Chords while zeroing in on the store’s front window–the only one it had. It gave her a rectangular view of the sky, as colorful as the wall of vibrators below it.

Oranges, pinks and purples.

When all the colors went away, Effy bid the sun farewell and another day of hours wasted.

“Hey.”

A set of keys were slapped onto the counter by a hand covered in dried paint.

Effy looked up at Charity who was pulling a hood over her bright, blue hair.

“I’m heading out now, you take over,” she said.

Effy stood up fast, red heels clacking as she tried to catch up to her sister already heading for the door. “Chari, no! Please don’t go. I don’t want to be by myself tonight. Can’t you just–”

Chari sighed. “Stop it, Eff. You know I’m running out of time to prepare for the gallery .”

Effy hugged Chari’s arm. “But what am I to do for the next three hours? We haven’t had a single customer in the last three. Not one.”

Chari pried herself free, which wasn’t hard for her to do; she was much stronger. “Well … maybe Pete from BG-Mobile will come over to pay a visit.”

Effy cringed, her whole body rejecting the thought. “Okay, you can go now.”

“Don’t forget to drink water, love you, bye.”

“Don’t forget I’m your favorite sister, love you, bye.”

The bell above the door chimed as Chari left and the door closed behind her.

Effy sighed and walked to the window’s edge, checking to make sure Chari got in her car safely. Knowing she was watching, her little sister saluted her before pulling away.

Gods. She’d much rather tag along to help prepare for Chari’s art show. But someone had to watch the store. The downside of family business was that sometimes it was all business and no family.

Effy walked slowly from the end of the window to the other, from the welcome sign to a small corner shelf of erotica. She could follow Chari’s buggy this way—just until she’d hit a stop sign before veering right and disappearing completely from view. But just as Chari rolled to a stop, the point of Effy’s heel kicked into something.

She looked down. Her gaze landing on the new shipment of dildos Mama says her friend Stormie swears by. The box was half open, Chari must have forgotten to unpack it. Effy glanced back out the window, but her sister was already gone.

“Be safe, babyblue,” she said.

Well … back to work.

Effy opened the box and shielded her eyes from a sudden flash of brilliance. When her eyes adjusted, she looked back down at what had to be the shiniest, most golden dildos she’d ever seen. She pulled one out, stood up and smacked it into her other hand to test its weight.

Hmm. It was nice. Solid. Had good density. Effy became curious to learn its name.

“The Cock of Lathander,” she read. Above the title was a sticker, celebrating the turn of the century.

1800–the era of dreams.

Meh. Effy had enough of those. In most of them she was being whisked away to freedom by some handsome man who was obsessed with her.

Speaking of, maybe after she put all these dildos away she could play Eternal Nights on her faePhone. As of last night (very late into the night), she needed to make a choice. Prince Kieran had given her an ultimatum to choose him, or his sworn enemy, the dark knight—Phoenix. Prince Kieran was so very handsome and very sweet, but Phoenix …

A distant rumble from outside yanked her from her thoughts and Effy looked back out the window. A black bike sped down the road, except this was no ordinary bike. A shadow clung to its sleek shape, flickering in its ghostly headlights. Effy watched in awe, as those very same lights veered into the parking lot.

She recognized it; at the club, men often talked about getting one.

The Wraith—fastest bike there ever was. It made her poor Ruby look like the ugliest car there ever was.

Please don’t park next to me. Pleaseee.

The man–judging from his form–did not. Thank the gods.

He parked under the only lamplight, closer to BG Mobile. Tendrils of shadow dissipated when he turned the engine off. By now, Effy’s face was practically smooshed to the glass as he swung his leg off the bike in a motion so sensual, it made her jealous of the seat he’d been riding.

He grabbed underneath his full helmet and removed it, revealing white curls and pointed ears. With the helmet tucked under his arm, he began to walk. And Effy quickly realized it was in her direction.

“Fuck.”

She took a few steps back from the wall and realized she was still holding the Cock of Lathander in her hands.

“Fuck!” The dildo was chucked back into the box, and the box was picked up just as quickly. But Effy miscalculated the weight and dropped it and watched a sea of the Sun god’s dick hit the floor and flop around her feet—just as the bell to the front door chimed.

Mortified, she slowly looked up.

The man was looking down at the mess she made with a raised brow and half a smile before he lifted his face to her.

His eyes were red. Beautiful.

And for some reason, so heart-wrenchingly familiar.

“Have we met before?” she thought to ask.

But he beat her to it.

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nayeonmatter · 2 years ago

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chary [smut]

pairing: jihyo x f. reader

warnings: sex, sex, sex!

word count: 516 words

with you being the youngest member of the group, your members would do anything for you. particularly, jihyo.

jihyo would always assure you were doing your best. she would praise you in the most positive ways. she took care of any needs you had. she never wanted the little baby to worry about anything. anything jihyo could do for you, she would. make you lunch, cut your hair and even fuck you.

she was always there to suppress your neediness. her special care was all you needed. she would take you to her room and lay both of you on the bed with you between her legs. running a hand over your clothed pussy with her other hand running through your hair while you pulled her shirt down to reveal her firm tits, just waiting to be sucked. the same moment she put her hand inside your pants was the same moment you licked her erect nipple. her fingers glide over your clit with ease while your tongue sucks so pleasurably on her tit. your moans encourage her to moan even louder. even if the other members were right outside down the hall, she had to let you know she felt good too. you run your hand to her inner thigh only to feel her middle soaked just from your little tongue movements on her chest.

"can we take these off please, mommy?" you beg. she nods, calling you her little baby before lifting her butt to let you slip her pants off. as soon as they came off, her sweet scent hit your nose. the urge to eat her out is immediately suppressed when she pulls your pants down. giving you a kiss on the lips before lining herself up in front of you. she pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, just enough for you to feel your clit graze against hers. you let out a whimper, grabbing one of her legs to ensure contact between your pussies. hips start to move and moans get even louder. your names easily falling from each others lips while your sweaty foreheads touched. the heavy breathing between you two only signal your orgasms approaching. the wetness on your thighs, your clits peeking from their hoods, rubbing against each other, the sight alone was enough to make anyone cum untouched.

the tension in the room gets more and more unbearable, the need to cum so clear as you stare in each others eyes. the mutual contortion of your faces only mean one thing as you both cum. your mouths wide open, almost yelling from the euphoric feeling of having your leader grinding her bare pussy against yours. pools of cum form under your position but your hips never slow even when your both clearly down from your high. the overstimulation feels heavenly. she lays down and pulls you on her chest, your breath ragged. she smiles when she looks down at you and mutters a mere "i love you".

"i love you more" you say wrapping your arms around her neck never wanting the moment to end, only for it to happen again soon.

#jihyo x reader #jihyo smut #twice jihyo smut #jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo imagines #twice scenarios #twice x reader #twice reader #twice x fem reader #twice fem reader #fem reader #kpop smut #twice imagines #nayeonmatter

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lostsyren · 5 months ago

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Perhaps you could do one with Rafe and Sofia, since I know you have included it as a thing in your fic........maybe we can get one where Rafe drags her out to the ocean, getting her comfortable with it and just holding her, being really soft and sweet with her

ོ𓂃𖠳𓂃 rafesofia yacht day part two ‧₊˚ 🥂🐚 ༉‧₊˚.

{summary: rafe takes sofia out on his yacht again, hoping this time they have have a better experience…}

{a/n: sorry for taking so long with the request! i hope you like it! thank you for this lovely ask, send in moreeee!!}

{part one here}

𓆝༄⋆｡°✩“What do you wanna do tonight?” Rafe asked, sitting at the bar. Sofia whirled about making drinks for the other customers as he watched, sipping at the cocktail she’d made him earlier. It was late afternoon, the sun hanging lazily on the cloud lined horizon, the summer months coming to an end.

Ever since that day on the yacht, Sofia felt a spike of guilt whenever Rafe asked her what she wanted to do. His caution made her feel bad. She didn’t know how to tell him she enjoyed it when he’d take control, letting her relax a bit– a moment of reprise in her stress filled life.

Sofia wiped down the workstation, walking over to Rafe with a small smile. Her shift was over; she could finally untie her apron and drop her shoulders.

“How about we take your boat out again?”

Rafe’s eyebrows raised in a question, mouth twisting slightly, “Sofia,” he warned in a wary tone, “you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” She pressed. Sofia had grabbed her belongings and walked alongside Rafe towards the exit.

He threw her a chary glare, his hands slotted in his pockets, “you sure?”

She looked up at him with bright eyes, slipping her arm around his, “I’m positive.” 𓆝༄⋆｡°✩

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The yacht’s motor guzzled, churning the blue waters white as Rafe controlled the speed. He made Sofia sit up front with him this time, so he could keep an eye on her– his gaze flitted quickly from the waves in front to her beside, noticing her back was pin straight and her hands clutched the arm rest, knuckles turning the same colour as the frothed up sea foam. He was going considerably slower than he was used to, but he dropped another gear just in case.

Sofia brought her hand to his thighs, gently tapping it. “Let’s stop here.” He acted quickly, bringing the boat to a gradual halt.

As the waves rocked them softly, to-ing and fro-ing in the calm waters, Rafe scanned Sofia up and down to make sure she was alright. She wore cardigan over her bathing suit, playing with a loose thread coming off the sleeve, her eyes were open, fixated on the yacht’s console and her hair was out, windswept strands tickling her face– Rafe had the urge to brush them away.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Better than last time,” she joked with a quiet laugh. Rafe felt comfortable around her– when he was with Sofia he could just forget about everything he’d done, the version of himself that she knew becoming the person he truly was, even if it was just transient.

“Good– that’s good.” He nodded. Rafe jumped up, suddenly remembering the surprise he had planned. “Wait here, I got something for you– close your eyes.” He threw her a roguish smirk, grabbing the box he’d packed and stored before she boarded.

“A surprise? I swear to god if you ambush me with something–“

“No no don’t worry, just close your eyes.” Rafe repeated.

Sofia narrowed her gaze, giving in finally listening and bringing a had to cover her vision. “Fine. I trust you.”

Rafe paused for a moment, her words piercing though him like a ships hull through water. She trusted him. Rafe couldn’t help but feel like she shouldn’t. But his heart still swelled with an unfamiliar pride that she trusted him– when no one else did.

Rafe brought over the box bringing out its contents one by one. Two glasses, a bottle of champagne, and a box of luxury chocolates he’d picked up from the markets in Figure 8. All that romantic shit he’d seen people do in movies and stuff. He was still new to all this– the whole doing something nice thing. Sofia made him want to be good. Or at least imitate it. He wanted her to see him like this. He wanted her to like him.

“Ok open your eyes.” Even he began to bubble with anticipation, biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for he reaction.

Sofia complied to his instruction, moving her hand away from her eyes. “Oh my god! Rafe, you didn’t have to do all this!”

He knew he didn’t, after all she was just a hookup. They hadn’t defined anything yet, this relationship was nothing serious– whatever that meant. But it was the closest thing to serious Rafe had had in a long time. And besides, he felt like he had to make it up to her for the last time she was on his boat.

“It’s nothing, here– let me pour you a drink Miss Sofia,” he teased.

Sofia dramatically brought her hand to her chest, mirroring Rafe’s cheesy grin, “why thank you Mr Cameron.”

He noticed her body language loosen, her nerves seeming to fade like the chemtrails that soared over them. She was comfortable with him… he thought. His chest felt alight with relief, as if this was some sort of test– and he had just passed it.

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After a couple glasses of champagne, nighttime had settled around Rafe and Sofia, too quick for them to notice. The waters lapped like black ink around the boat, the moonlight dappling the ocean with its iridescent glow.

Rafe and Sofia were quietly talking and laughing, their bodies huddled close together as they exchnaged jokes and stories. They were too caught up with one another to see the dark grey clouds gather above them.

Sofia felt water trickle down her face. “Is it raining?” The sky suddenly opened up, the clatter of rain against the ocean filling the seas.

Sofia began to laugh, using her arms to shield her head as Rafe rushed to gather the glasses and chocolates under the yacht’s canopy.

“Shit– I should’ve checked the weather before hand.” He yelled as the rain progressively began to fall harder. Sofia stood up, as Rafe ushered her down into the boats cabin, sliding the door shut, the murmur of waves and onslaught of the rain all fading into silence.

Sofia wiped the water off her eyes, looking at Rafe’s drenched white shirt and rain beaded face. It took only one glance at one another for both to erupt into laughter.

“Come on, let’s dry off.” Rafe said, heading into the bedroom. Sofia glanced at him, noticing the way his gaze watched her attentively, with softness. With care. Her stomach felt like it was somersaulting.

She nodded her head with a little smile, following him into the room.

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Rafe couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness. The night was going so perfect. She was laughing. Enjoying herself. Of course it had to go and start raining. At least she didn’t seem to mind too much, remembering how her face had lit up with laughter as he slotted a hand around her waist to lead her inside.

He rooted through the bedroom’s wardrobe. There wasn’t much of a selection of clothes: a couple of robes, some sweatshirts and T-shirts and a whole lot of towels. He grabbed two, throwing one to Sofia. The rain continued to pour outside, the rumble of it hitting the sea and yacht rooftop getting louder and louder the heavier it became. Rafe brushed the towel over his wet buzz cut, shuddering slightly. The air conditioning had been on all day, leaving the room chilly and cold. He turned to look at Sofia. She was also shivering, though she tried to hide it.

“Here, take this off.” Rafe walked up to her, hovering his hands over her drenched cardigan, waiting for her give permission. She didn’t move away, nodding her head slightly as if to say ‘go on’. So he pulled the sleeves over her shoulders, the material sticking to her skin. A fizzling tension sparked between them, her eye contact unwavering, his touch eliciting a heady verve. He let the cardigan hit the floor, draping the towel over her shoulders.

“Thanks,” she said, softly. Rafe just smiled, turning around to unbutton his shirt. After shucking off the soaked fabric, he suddenly felt Sofia tap his bare back, Rafe spinning around quickly to check if she was ok. His first thought was that something was wrong, but after he scanned her up and down, her lidded eyes, parted mouth and flushed cheeks made him think otherwise.

“Sofia?” He murmured in confusion.

“Hmn?” She whispered, letting the towel drop to the floor, leaving her in a bikini top and wet denim shorts that clung to her thighs.

“What are you doing?” He knew what she was doing. The real question was why? He wanted to prove that this wasn’t just sex, that she meant more to him than that. But the way she was looking at him right now made it hard to remember that.

“What does it look like?” Her voice was low and heavy, her fingers tracing his wrist, circling the sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to do this.” He still thought that she was trying to make it up to him. Everything in his life had been transactional, even his relationships– with his father, with his friends. He didn’t want her to feel like that– that she had to give him something. He just wanted to be with her.

“I want to…” she trailed off, moving her hands away from his quickly, “do you?” She said, sounding unsure of herself.

Fuck it– Rafe thought.

“I do.” He said hoarsely, before swooping down to capture her in a kiss.

Sofia reacted quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her closer to her. Rafe complied, arching his neck down, gripping the skin of her hips with greedy hands. His stomach flipped as he heard her little gasps of air against his lips, blood rushing in his veins.

Rafe spun them around so he could push her towards the bed, gently lifting her up to clamber on to the mattress, all the while her legs wrapped around his waist. Sofia broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as Rafe’s hands pushed her back until her head hit the pillows. He paused for a moment, analysing the way she looked: open and ready for him, her wet hair wreathing her face, her amber eyes glowing in the semi-darkness, her skin still glistening from the rain.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, mostly to himself, quiet enough so she couldn’t hear. Sofia reached a hand out to him, flattering her palm against the small of his back and gently pushing him on top of her.

His hooked her lips with his once again, whilst he undid the button to her shorts, slowly sliding them off her legs. Rafe travelled down the planes of her body, peppering the hot skin with wet kisses, inhaling her scent of rainwater and vanilla.

“Rafe,” she gasped, inciting him to press harder.

“What?” He teased, glancing up at her.

But she didn’t look down at him with a playfulness that their previous hookups had been like– Sofia instead had a sincerity in her eyes that scared Rafe.

“Thank you for this. For all of it.” She said, her voice like velvet. Rafe wasn’t quite sure what she meant– all of it?

He wanted to pry and ask her to explain, but Sofia’s fingers trailed over his forearm. Rafe quickly became inudated with lust, losing his train of thought. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, tugging him forward to silently signal for him to resume his kisses.

So he did.

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Sofia lay back in bed, whilst Rafe cleaned up in the bathroom. She nestled into the satiny white sheets, listening to the thrum of rainfall against the sea. The room was heavy with shadow, a slither of light pooling in from the singular window, making everything lined in silver. She felt so lucky.

She couldn’t quite understand Rafe Cameron. Sofia had been with him long enough to have heard the rumours about him– his hatred for pogues, his violent streak, his murderous family. But that version of himself didn’t align with what she knew: a sweet guy who always tried to make her feel good.

The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, Rafe entering quietly, climbing back in bed.

“Shall we head back?” Sofia said to him in the semi-darkness, facing him as he looked up at the ceiling.

“No…let’s just stay here for a while.” He whispered, turning to face her. He reached his hand out to her, brushing the strands of loose hair away from her eyes with cautious fingertips. Sofia smiled at his face contorted in concentration.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, quickly retracting his hand as if embarrassed.

“Nothing, just happy.” She said truthfully.

Rafe considered her answer, his eyes brewing with something she couldn’t quite place her finger on.

“Can you come closer?” He asked, voice hoarse, as if it pained him to say.

Sofia furrowed her eyebrows but complied, shuffling closer to him in the small bed. She felt his hands slide over her hips, tracing the curves of her body, before they slid over her back, nudging her forward. Sofia took the hint and pressed herself against him, letting him envelope her in his big arms. He was never usually like this after they had sex. Sure he was sweet and respectful, but never this….vulnerable.

“So, are you still scared of the ocean?” He asked, breath tickling the nape of her neck.

Sofia laughed softly, running her hands over the veins in his arms, tracing the cold metal of his rings, “yep, still terrified…but less so with you.”

She felt Rafe vibrate with a low chuckle, his hold on her tightening, “I’m glad…you still wanna head back?”

Sofia slid closer to him, savouring the heat off his bare chest, enjoying this rare side of Rafe that he was showing her today. “We can stay a little longer, can’t we?”

She glanced up at a Rafe, seeing a soft smile on his lips, “of course we can.”

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🌊a/n: i mentioned previously that I don’t like to write smut, i guess this is a good threshold of the extent of spiciness i do write– nothing too explicit. i hope you like it!! send in more requests, thoughts, questions, moodboard ideas…!!!

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Hello! How are you??? I'm sorry in advance, I'm still figuring out how tumblr works.

There's a post by @undobutton that talks about an au where Hobie is a street musician. I think something Christmas themed would be really cute if you're interested in writing your own version. Totally up to you!

I couldn't find their original post, special thanks to @undobutton, street musician au is credited to them. Thank you for requesting, lovely! Have a happy holidays 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader (except for their jacket), cw food mentions, some awkward flirting, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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When Hobie volunteered for F.E.A.S.T he never thought he'd be freezing his balls off in the middle of a busy intersection. The Santa coat he's wearing doesn't help much with the biting cold, good thing they let him wear his leather jacket underneath the red fluffy coat.

To his dismay, the red bucket to his side has stayed half empty since his shift.

The only consolation to the cold is you. Like clockwork, you come sauntering out of the busy crowd during the rush hour, your smile a beacon of warmth from the chill. You don't know him nor he knows you, but you always come to him with a greeting, always bearing gifts of hot cocoa, soup or a pastry to warm his senses. It's not just the treats you give him but also the welcome conversation. It started off with a polite ‘hello’ and ‘thank you for doing this’ and then you exchanged names, before he knew it, you two were chatting away like old friends. Now you're not strangers anymore, there's a blooming friendship that could be more if you two manage to thaw out the cold awkwardness of conversing in a public space.

The snow nips at his fingertips as he strums the familiar Christmas tune for the umpteenth time on his well loved guitar since he volunteered last week. Hobie kept repeating to himself throughout the jingle ‘for the kids, I'm doin’ this for the kids’ he huffs, puffs of clouds escaping as a wave of pedestrians passes him by without donating.

As if you've sensed his emotions, you come walking out from the subway, your fluffy red coat almost matching Hobie's, and a stark contrast to the rushing crowd's greys and white. The people seem to part just for you, like the sea making way for you to cross. Or maybe that's what he's seeing as your straight face turns into a grin as you spot him in his usual place.

“Hi, Hobie” you're suddenly right in front of him, Hobie suddenly feels warmer. Peeking down at his bucket of donations, you wince. “Not a good day?”

He shakes himself awake. “Better now that you're here”

“Where in the world do you get your charm in this weather?” you feel warm, your hands are suddenly sweaty under your gloves.

“It just comes naturally.” He shrugs, his smirk turning you into mashed potato. “Nice jacket”

You laugh, a better sound than the loud honking of traffic he's been attacked with throughout his shift.

“Yeah, well it's almost Christmas so I gotta stay festive, you know” you lift your arms to the side a little bit awkwardly. After mentally facepalming yourself, you take your wallet out to take a crisp bill to put in the donation bucket.

“Thank you, F.E.A.S.T appreciates your donation” Hobie does his practice script, but for you there's more heart put into it.

“Also, I wanted to dress up like my new favourite person” you say a little quieter, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously.

“Santa’s your favourite bloke?” Hobie looks like he's questioning your taste.

You blink before you let out the most glorious sound he's heard all day. “Yeah, Santa’s my favourite guy” you say sarcastically, “I mean just look at him and his magnificent white beard” laughing, Hobie’s eyes widened.

You're flirting with him, shit, he thought, wanting to punch himself for his stupid reply. Composing himself with a clear of his throat, hiding it behind a chuckle, Hobie puts his charisma to work.

“Well, Your new favourite bloke has a present for you”

“What is it?” Your face hurts from smiling too much, yet it doesn't waver.

“As our biggest benefactor, you get to spend a day with Santa himself at Feast” Maybe that wasn't his best work, but can you blame him when you're looking at him like a child during Christmas morning? He puts all the blame on the cold for making his brain all foggy.

“Only if you want to that is” Hobie tries to save himself the embarrassment.

His awkward way of asking you out made you all the more fancy him, you're a goner. “I would love to, Hobie” you're sweating under all your layers.

He feels like his chest was caving in and your answer was the only thing that could hold it up. Hobie beams, a little too excited to exchange numbers with you.

In truth, you know there isn't some prize for the biggest donation, you weren't even close to the largest benefactor. Maybe that'll be a nice ice breaker for you when you finally go on a date with Santa.

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politesofithaca · 2 days ago

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"Hello!-"

Charis waved, before then tripping on her feet-

< @childofkindness

Oh hello!

[He reaches out his arms to catch her.]

Are you alright?

#answered!

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talonabraxas · 5 months ago

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Pha Yant: of lord surya (the sun) “a ruby flashing in the sky” Credit: JintheNinja (金齊天大聖)

Surya Mantra

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"Japakusumsankasham Kashypeyam Mahadhyutim

Tamorim Sarvapaapagnam Prantosmi Divakaram"

Meaning : I bow down to the Sun God who is the cause of the day break, who dispels all darkness, who destroys all sins , who is matchless in brilliance, who is the son of Kashyapa and who is as red as a Japa Kusuma flower.

Surya Gayatri Mantra OM Bhaskaraya Vidmahe Mahadyutikaraya Dhimahi Tanno Adityah Pracodayat'

According to Hindu Mythology, Sun is a Kshatriya and born to Sage Kashyap and Aditi who is the mother of Gods. Her sons were defeated by the demons. Aditi prayed to the sun to be born as her son to fight and defeat the demons so that the Gods could get back their due. Sun agreed to it and was born as Aditya. Hindus believe that Sun is ever moving in a chariot drawn by seven horses. Surya, the Sun, is short in stature and has a prominent, shining appearance, with two arms, a curly mane of hair and shining, golden-brown eyes that are the exact color of honey. His mind is incisive and His complexion coppery or golden and He wears clothes of dark saffron. In both His hands, Surya has two red lotuses. The wheel of Surya's chariot represents the year and its twelve spokes are the twelve months.

God Surya (सूर्य) can be called the only god in Hindu religion who can be seen and prayed to in daily life. The Surya is depicted as having a body as shiny and radiant as pure gold. He is believed to be a golden red man with three eyes and four arms, riding a chariot driven by seven white horses. The Chariot harnessed by seven horses represent the seven colours of the rainbow or the seven chakras.

Surya is the life giver, sustaining all life on earth by providing all radiance and energy. He by mounting the wheel of time is also the one who is responsible for the beautiful seasons and causing the cycle of day and night.

The Surya is referred to in Sanskrit as "Mitra" or "Friend" down to the invariable warmth. Surya is depicted with two hands holding a lotus in both; sometimes he has four hands holding a lotus, chakra, a conch and a mace.

Surya in ancient literature

In Vedas, numerous hymns are dedicated to Surya, the Sun personified, and Savitr, "the impeller", a solar deity either identified with or associated with Surya. Even the Gayatri mantra, which is regarded as one of the most sacred of the Hindu hymns is dedicated to the Sun. The Adityas are a group of solar deities, from the Brahmana period numbering twelve. The ritual of sandhyavandanam, performed by some Hindus, is an elaborate set of hand gestures and body movements, designed to greet and revere the Sun.

The mantra in Rig Veda praise to the Surya as :

आ कृष्णेन् रजसा वर्तमानो निवेशयन्न अमृतं मर्त्यं च । हिरण्ययेन सविता रथेना देवो याति भुवनानि पश्यन ॥ (1/35)

(Throughout the dusky firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal, Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Savitar, God who looks on every creature]

Gaytri Mantra in Vedas for Lord Surya

ॐ भूर्भुवः॒ स्वः॒ तत्स॑वितुर्वरे॑ण्यम् भ॒र्गो॑ दे॒वस्य॑ धीमहि। धियो॒ यो नः॑ प्रचो॒दया॑त्॥

(Om bhoor-bhuvaH svaH, tat-savitur-vareNNyam, bhargo devasya dheemahi, dhiyo yo naH prachodayaat.)

In the Vedas Surya Dev is referred to as the god of light who is responsible for all life on earth.

The Children of lord Surya are : Shani Deva (शनि), Yama, Yamuna, Tapti

Names of Surya

Ravi, Suraj, Aditya, Adit, Bhaskar, Pusha, Divakar, Bhanu

Vedic Mythology with stories

The Mahabharata describes one of its warrior heroes Karna as being the son of the righteous queen Kunti and the Sun. The Ramayana describes Lord Ram (श्री राम) as being descended from the Surya Vansh or the clan of kings as bright as the Sun. The Sun God is said to married to the beautiful goddess Ranaadeh, also known as Sanjnya. She is depicted in dual form, being both sunlight and shadow, personified. The charioteer of Surya is Arun, who is also personified as the redness that accompanies the sunlight in dawn and dusk.

Sun God in different cultures

The Solar deities associated with different aspects of the cultural universe of the society, but for the most part its raw image remains identical. In the 3rd millennium BC, the winged sun was an ancient symbol of Horus. The Neolithic concept of a solar barge, the sun as traversing the sky in a boat, is found in the later myths of ancient Egypt, with Ra and Horus. Egyptian myths imply that the sun is within the lioness,

Proto-Indo-European religion has a solar chariot, the sun as traversing the sky in a chariot. During the Roman Empire, a festival of the birth of the Unconquered Sun was celebrated when the duration of daylight first begins to increase after the winter solstice, — the "rebirth" of the sun.

In Germanic mythology this is Sol, in Vedic Surya, and in Greek Helios (occasionally referred to as Titan) or Apollo. Mesopotamian Shamash plays an important role during the Bronze Age, and "my Sun" is eventually used as an address to royalty. South American cultures have emphatic Sun worship. Svarog is the Slavic god sun and spirit of fire. In Aztec mythology, Tonatiuh was the sun god. The Aztec people considered him the leader of Tollan, heaven.

Surya in vedic Astrology

God Surya is the King of all the planets and is responsible for controlling all their movements. The Sun in Vedic astrology is called RAVI, or SURYA. In western tropical astrology, the Sun rules the Sign of Leo. He is exalted in the sign of Aries, and he is in his fall in the sign of Libra. In vedic astrology the Sun is known as the ATMAKARAKA, means .an "indicator of the soul." The Sun is the indicator of the father, our ego, honors, status, fame, the heart, the eyes, general vitality, respect and power.

He is particularly beneficial for the fire sign Ascendants of Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius. His nature, or temperament is PITTA, or fiery, and the gemstone associated with the Sun is the red ruby. The Sun's metal is Gold and his direction is east. His day is Sunday, and he comes into full maturity and brilliance at age 22.

The Vedas adore him as a witness (Sakshi) of all actions. He is the lord of Leo in the Zodiac. He stays one month in each Rasi and takes 365 days or 12 months to complete a round of 12 Rasis. Worship of Surya on Sunday is supposed to bring in manifold benefits to the worshippers. .

Surya and modern Astronomy

Our solar system consists of an average star we call the Sun, the planets Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. It includes: the satellites of the planets; numerous comets, asteroids, and meteoroids; and the interplanetary medium. The planets, most of the satellites of the planets and the asteroids revolve around the Sun in the same direction, in nearly circular orbits.

Our solar system the part of whole solar system, together with the local stars visible on a clear night, orbits the center of our home galaxy, a spiral disk of 200 billion stars we call the Milky Way. Again Our galaxy, one of billions of galaxies known, is traveling through intergalactic space. The order of planets revolving around the Sun are: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto.

On February 14, 1990, the cameras of Voyager 1 pointed back toward the Sun and took a series of pictures of the Sun and the planets, making the first ever "portrait" of our solar system as seen from the outside.

Prayers to please Lord Surya

Surya namaskāra

Lord Surya helps one gain his eyesight and SURYA NAMASKAR will strengthen one's bones, cure illness, however severe it may be, cleanses the devotee from his sins and bestows on him progeny, wealth, good-health and long life. He is the cause for rainfall benefiting the world.

The lord Surya is prayed in the simplest way by folding one's hands in a namaskar at the time of sunrise. A simple chant of Om Suryaye Namah pleases the lord Surya. A Hindu worship Lord Surya at the rising of the Sun, known as Surya namaskāra There are twelve physical postures (asanas), which correspond to the twelve signs of the zodiac. During the sun's apparent journey through the heavens it passes through each of zodiac, and is said to triumph over each sign as it enters its domain. Associated with each other of the twelve positions of Surya Namaskar is a specific mantra. The 12 mantras for surya namaskara:

ॐ मित्राय नमः (aum mitrāya namah) ॐ रवये नमः (aum ravayé namah ) ॐ सूर्याय नमः (aum sūryāya namah ) ॐ भानवे नमः (aum bhānavé namah ) ॐ खगय नमः (aum khagāya namah ) ॐ पुष्णे नमः (aum pushné namah) ॐ हिरण्यगर्भाय नमः (aum hiranyagarbhāya namah) ॐ मारिचाये नमः (aum mārichāyé namah) ॐ आदित्याय नमः (aum ādityāya namah) ॐ सावित्रे नमः (aum sāvitré namah) ॐ आर्काय नमः (aum ārkāya namah) ॐ भास्कराय नमः (aum bhāskarāya namah)

The Gayatri Mantra is also associated with Surya.

Another hymn associated with Surya is the Aditya Hridayam, recited by the great sage Agastya to Lord Ram (श्री राम) on the warfield before the fight with Ravana in Lanka. .

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epicthemusical · 6 months ago

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Haunted Thunder pt 1

WARNING THUNDER SAGA SPOILERS CANNON BLOOD AND DEATH

Time didn't work as it used to and Polites was left to float around aimlessly in the bleak underworld.He faintly remembers seeing Odysseus but already it was fading from his mind, how long has he been here? Minutes? Months? Years? He has no idea.

He is jolted out of his endless wandering and finds himself on a boat with…Odysseus?! Polites shakes himself out of his shock before rushing to hug his friend only to find himself unable to touch him only passing through him. He tries again to grab Odysseus’s arm and again he passes through his friend.

“Odysseus!” Nobody hears him though and as Polites sinks to the deck he hears singing coming from the ocean. Odysseus starts responding to a voice..wait it can't be possible. Penelope has no way of being out at sea like this so what? The answer hits him hard ...no please don't be sirens!

All Polites can focus on is stopping Odysseus from answering the siren's call. Any attempt is ignored until Odysseus raises his bow and…shoots at the siren? Polites breathes a sigh of relief as Odysseus reveals he had known all along about the sirens. The sirens had been caught and Polites couldn't help but smile.

His friend always has a plan and this time was no exception. The sirens call for mercy and Polites waits for Odysseus to convince the sirens to leave and not bother them only to freeze at the order shouted to the wind.

“Cut off their tails and throw them back in the water. Let them all drown.” Polites just stands there in shock before flinching as the crew obeys the order. Blood and screams fill the air. He slumps to the deck and sees Odysseus, cold and uncaring as he watches the sirens be thrown back into the sea before sailing on leaving behind a sea of blood and bodies.Polites feels sick to his stomach.

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Everything fades away revealing another scene. They seem to be sailing through a dark cave and a haunting tune fills the air leaving the entire crew on edge.Odysseus orders for 6 torches to be lit and passed out to crewmembers.

Polites tenses as six monstrous heads centering around a terrifying body emerge from the inky depths of the cave. He rushes towards someone holding a torch unaware of the monster behind him wishing desperately to save them. It was a meaningless effort as he passed through them only able to watch as blood splatters the deck and soon Polites screams mix in with the screams of the crew being picked off and eaten.

One of the feathers from Julien’s ankle wings, a broken claw necklace from Nox, a scrap of Charis’s scarf.

Everything is soaked in blood as Polites sobs and screams at all the death. He knows the names of everyone that was eaten.

Julien who always put up an unbothered and mischievous front to hide his fear of hurting people he cared about.

Nox who often used his silent footsteps and cat eyes to scare the crew.

Charis who loves to sew as a way to be close to his dead mom.

Lykos who only wanted to explore the world outside of the forest they grew up in.

Almi the quarter water nymph who gifts any scales he sheds to people he trusts and loved swimming with dolphins.

Therme who welcomes hugs and cuddles using his above average temperature to keep everyone warm with a smile.

Huedo with his calming aura letting crew members sleep in his room to keep nightmares away. They are all dead now, life ended brutally and abruptly. Polites throws up as he sobs and grieves.

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Polites is pulled out of his grief by Eurylochus’s voice.

“Please tell me you didn't know that would happen. Look me in the eyes Captain and tell me you didn't just sacrifice 6 men!” Polites stared at Eurylochus in shock. How could he ever think that about Odysseus he would NEVER. But the silence drags on

“SAY SOMETHING!” Eurylochus was breathing hard and Odysseus sharply turns to face him

“I CANT.” Polites stares at Odysseus in disbelief. Now that he thinks about it Odysseus had not reacted at all to the men being eaten almost like….like he had expected it…

Polites covers his mouth as his eyes tear up, feeling sick again. Odysseus didn't actually sacrifice 6 of the crew right? He watches Eurylochus face harden

“then you leave me no choice.” Eurylochus draws out the giant sword from his back and faces Odysseus.

“Please brother don't make me fight you!” Odysseus is panicking but as Eurylochus charges he pulls out his own sword to block with gritted teeth. Polites feels himself start shaking as he watches the fight.

What could have happened after he had died?! How could this happen?! Eurylochus is knocked down and Odysseus raises his sword for the final strike

“I won't let you get in my way!” Before he can deal the final blow he starts coughing up blood and he turns and sees that another crew member had stabbed him in the back with tearful eyes. Odysseus’s eyes fill with pain both emotional and physical

“My brothers…why..” He falls forward landing on the deck with a thud. Polites cries out and stumbles over to his fallen friend. Once again his hands phase through Odysseus and he sobs, unable to do anything to help.

Polites watches them patch up Odysseus before tying him to the mast. Polites stares blankly into the distance wondering how everything could have gone so wrong.

Part 2 here

#epic the musical #polites #epic fic #odysseus #odysseus epic the musical #polites epic the musical #angst #heavy angst #eurylochus epic the musical #epic the thunder saga #death and blood #cw death #cw blood #ghost!polites

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year ago

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I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Day 29: Handing out candy

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

You and Bob had always imagined to live a peaceful and quiet life, find a house and maybe start a family, should the circumstances allow it.

You didn’t rush to get pregnant and you found a house with a white picket fence, as per Bob’s request.

You both cherished to just be together and spend time tangled up in each other’s arms.

It had been years now since you had bought the house and it had been the happiest years of your lives, because you were together.

Of course there had been smaller quarrels from time to time but nothing was too hard to come back from, and so you lived and loved together.

The years went by, winter bled into spring, which blossomed to summer, until your favorite season came around.

You both loved a homely house so you decorated the house together, with carefully chosen or even self made pieces that turned your home into something even more warm and comforting.

The day before Halloween you went out to buy more candy than you could carry, to give to the little ones.

You loved to watch the small kids in their costumes, accompanied by their proud and beaming parents, and each year the longing in you grew.

You didn’t want to mention it to Bob yet because you wanted him to come to you when he was ready.

You were happy and secure in your relationship, and you loved Bob more than life itself.

Both of you were excited for Halloween and when it came around you decided against going out with your friends, making it an intimate affair in wanting to be alone together.

A slasher that was too old now to actually be scary was playing in the background as you had your dinner with wine, waiting for all kinds of groups of kids to stop by.

It was only starting to get dark when the first ring sounded and you opened the door to give out candy.

The little witches, vampires and superheroes were a sight for sore eyes and charming in their shyness.

When they saw how kind you and Bob were they more often than not took a liking to you, but they especially seemed to adore your loving yet chary husband.

“You’re both so pretty,” a little Wonder Woman addressed you, a shy smile on her face as she helped herself to the candy in the bowl you held in your hands.

“You don’t call men pretty, Charlie,” a woman you guessed to be her mom said quickly, shooting you and Bob an apologetic look, to which you decidedly shook your head.

“He is, though,” you said to the girl, leaning down to wink at her and earning a giggle from her.

She was excited because of the attention that lay on her, and went on to talk more.

“You’ll have many pretty babies,” she added as heat shot into her cheeks, and you had to laugh as you stepped back to wrap your arms around Bob’s waist.

He pulled you closer and shut the door, lowering his head to press a kiss to your hairline.

“Talking about babies, I think I might be ready for one in the near future, if you wanted to try,” he whispered against your skin, and a shiver ran through you at his confession.

You pulled him even closer and let your hands roam over his clothed upper body, enjoying his lean and strong form.

“I would love that. I love you,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him.

You did have many beautiful babies, maybe even more than you had initially planned on.

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bones4thecats · 2 months ago

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How are you doing I happy you are open could I request a DBZ perfect cell x female android reader, who is base on a butterfly insect and was created by dr brief to bring joy and protect the world, she is kind, timid and the total opposite of cell?

┗ Beauty and her Beast; Cell × F! S/O ┛

Characters: Cell A/N: Hello, I'm doing quite fine right now. Slightly sleep deprived, but that's normal at this point. Anyways. Hope you like this. By the way, the Reader is based on these two pieces of art by LinF on yodayo.com and this outfit posted by charis on Pinterest. ⇘ Summary: Once made to be the embodiment of all things good and bring the world peace, you held your title to great heights. But, after meeting the confident and 'slightly' arrogant Cell, your views on the world begin to shift slightly.

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🔬 The soft winds of the Earth bounced your antennae around, causing you to scrunch your nose up and rub your hair back down with your hands. You had spent so long perfecting your appearance for this moment. It had to be perfect. Just as perfect as the one you were waiting for.

🔬 Smoothing out your skirt with your completely black arms, you took a deep breath. This was the moment. The day you would tell Cell just how much he meant to you... despite his flaws, for lack of better words.

🔬 Cell looked around the treeline as he walked. You had told him a couple hours prior that you wished to speak with him about something important. He suspected it had something to do with the little massacre on surviving humans he did earlier.

🔬 While you didn't hate him for what he did, doing it in front of you and doing it slowly was something you hated. But, maybe it was something else? He hopes it's that. Your anger is not something he wants to face again.

🔬 His pink eyes scanned the surrounding plain before they stopped at a familiar figure standing there, the wind blowing their hair to one side as they shifted on their feet. Cell smirked, chuckling as your wings slightly shivered from the chill of the breeze.

🔬 Cell landed next to you and tapped your on the shoulder, making you jump and squeal. He merely laughed as you scolded him for scaring you.

"Oh, please. My dear, you enjoy when I do that."

"Oh, do I? I didn't know that jumping out of my metallic skin meant enjoyment!" You replied.

🔬 The hybrid android smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Your wings lowered contently as you leaned into his chest, your head laying right underneath where his chest piece was.

"So, what did you want to speak about?"

"Um... well..."

🔬 You began to stutter, your face heated up in a rosy pink as your mind began to wander. He just cocked an 'eyebrow' as you began to stammer, not being able to speak properly.

"Cat caught your tongue, Y/N?"

"S-shut it!" You blushed harder as he smirked and wrapped his arms around your midsection, pulling your front directly onto his own.

"Well... you have a blushing face, your eyes refuse to meet mine, and your curling into my touch despite the obvious attempts not too. By what I've seen and read about, you have one of two things: feelings for me, or an illness you somehow contracted despite being a machine."

"An illness?! How in the name of the Earth would I have an illness?!"

"So, it is number one, how pleasing."

🔬 Pleasing? What did he mean by pleasing?

🔬 All of a sudden, Cell's lips fell onto your own. Your face erupted in a color comparable to the roses around you both. You smiled into the kiss as his hands wrapped around your behind and lifted you into the air, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

🔬 Despite not needing air as much as a regular human, you pulled away with a heavy breath in and out. A small line of saliva connecting your mouths as the male just chuckled deeply and licked it up from between your both.

"I'm sure you understand my reply to the findings. But, do you need more proof of my obsession with you, love?"

#Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #DBZ #DBZ Villains #Androids #Dragon Ball x Reader #Dragon Ball Z x Reader #DBZ x Reader #DBZ Villains x Reader #Androids x Reader #S/O! Reader #F! Reader #GN! Reader #Android! Reader #DBZ Cell #DBZ Cell x Reader

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thetwilightroadtonightfall · 9 months ago

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“Collect the colours of your heart

And take them to the end

I can hear the rain

You whisper quiet as you fade away

into my arms.” 🍃

——Overmorrow x The Bird by Ok Goodnight Part VI (Finale)

💚 notes:

Charis is The Bird. Specifically, she is The Phoenix reborn from the ashes of grief, pain, and loneliness. She’s stronger today, and she’ll be even stronger tomorrow, no matter the other losses she’ll have to face

I’ve always imagined her ultimate technique in battle to be phoenix-based—a mix of the fire from her father’s flame sword and bird symbolism (and the Askr family name, meaning “ash”)

I was asked about Charis’ statue before, and I can say now that it would be inspired by this signature technique of hers! The statue would be posed like Ephemer’s, Keyblade raised to the sky. But it’d also have a mechanic that allows flames to continuously blast from her back, resembling wings. Ephemer’s statue is themed around water, and hers is themed around fire!

This is meant to parallel/bookend Part I of the series. And I suppose you can also consider this thematically similar to this piece. We love healing in this household…🥹

The Bird series is my tribute to Charis. Listening to the song and exploring her grief through these intuitive drawings has been really cathartic for me. I hope they can also help somebody else someday, in one way or another 💚

#overmorrow #my art #oc art #kh oc #eyestrain #(potentially)#charis oc #agapios oc #overmorrow x the bird #my posts #my ocs #overmorrow tfs

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jaegeraether · 4 months ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 86)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (66) / Alexia Putellas x Character (42) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (21)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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JORDAN POV

“F…fuck. Fuck. Lea… argh. We.. Leah…”

Leah’s head popped up, her mouth glistening with a smile. She was happy. “What’s up, Jord?”

“We n…eed to get going.”

Leah kissed her way back up Jordan’s body, teasing her the entirety of the way until she landed on her neck.

“You want me to stop?” she asked in a way that Jordan could never agree with.

“I…” she sucked in a breath as Leah’s finger slid into her with purpose. Leah watched her expression closely.

“You what?”

“I.. want…”

Leah’s finger slid out, and two slid back in.

“Uh huh?”

Jordan gave a strangled whimper.

“What do you want, Jord?”

She withdrew her fingers tantalisingly slowly and paused before sliding them back in, her thumb putting pressure on her clit.

Christ.

Jordan tried to move her hips and rub on her thumb, and Leah let her.

“Y…you.”

“Yeah?” She asked as her fingers began to move in and out. “How do you want me?”

“Every w..ay.” Another whimper.

“Yeah?” She said seductively in her ear. “You’re my girlfriend. Say it.”

“I’m… fuck. I’m your girlfriend.”

“You’re mine, Jord.”

“I’m yours.”

Jordan’s legs parted to the pleasure that was Leah’s fingers moving in and out of her, slowly building pace and how hard she fucked her.

Her fingers laced into her blonde hair and pulled her head back far enough to see her eyes.

“Say it back.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Jord, I’ve always been yours. Since I met you. The only thing I want is you.”

Jordan’s heart melted and for a brief period, it was a stronger feeling that the impending orgasm.

“I l…love you, Leah.”

Leah hesitated, her fingers pausing, her eyes widening. She hadn’t expected that. “I love you too, Jord. Always.”

Her fingers started pumping again, this time with more passion. “Now come around my fingers, we don’t want to keep the girls waiting.”

YFN POV

“YFN! Oh, love, look at the state of you!” Diane exclaimed as she entered the room with her arms open.

YFN caught sight of her entering, followed closely by the entire Bronze family as they approached her immobile position on the couch.

“Give us a hug!” Jorge joined as they moved towards her.

They didn’t get far, as a protective Lucy jumped in front of where she sat. “Gentle, guys! I said be gentle!”

“Alright, alright,” Jorge agreed as he and Diane stepped past her for a light hug.

“This one is coming along nicely,” Diane murmured, gesturing to the scar through her eyebrow.

She smiled her thanks. It was great to be around them again.

A noise caught her attention and she looked over to where Freddie and Alzira were lunging towards her, appearing to have not heard Lucy, but the footballer was too quick. She grabbed Freddie by the pants and Alzira by the shirt, pulling them back and lifting them into her arms. “You need to be gentle.” She stressed.

“We’re sorry,” Freddie mumbled cutely.

“Remember the Spanish hello I taught you two?”

They nodded.

“That’s what you need to do, but carefully, okay? Show me how it’s done.”

The two Bronze children gave her a kiss on either cheek and YFN relished the look on Lucy’s face. Family was everything.

“Okay, good. Now do that.”

She let them go and they both approached YFN, climbing up onto the couch and planting a kiss on either cheek.

“Aw, thank you,” she grinned as Alzira tucked herself under her good arm. “I love cheek kisses.”

“Does your arm hurt?” Freddie asked, touching her shoulder.

She nodded. “It does.”

“Right here and here,” Lucy pointed to her forearm in the sling, and then her collarbone.

“And here!” He corrected, pointing to her extended leg in the brace.

“And there,” Lucy agreed.

Alzira extended a hand and touched the bruises on her jaw lightly.

“And there,” YFN murmured. “But I’m okay. Promise.”

Charis came over behind the couch and leant down to kiss her cheek in hello. “Christ, I don’t think we realised it was that bad,” she said. “When can you walk?”

“Early next week, hopefully. My knee wasn’t that bad, it’s mainly because I can’t use crutches and they didn’t want me on it without them.”

“We’re here!” Leah announced as she walked in with Jordan close behind. They were supposed to arrive well before the Bronze’s and they were…different. It only took her a second. She grinned and covered it.

“And we brought pastries!” Jordan added, putting Blu on the ground who was immediately assaulted by Narla.

The kids ran over to greet the pair and Joaquim used that moment to greet YFN privately. He was always rather introverted compared to Diane, and she liked that as she could be that way too. So could Lucy. Her other personality.

The pair managed to sneak through the family and say their hellos to YFN and Lucy while the Bronze family unpacked and chased after the kids. They seemed to be getting themselves quite busy in the kitchen.

She watched from her place on the couch quite literally itching to be able to stand up and join them all. Alas, she needed to be patient. She sighed her frustration.

“Hey there, dimples,” a voice murmured close to her ear before kissing it.

She reached back and grabbed Lucy’s head, holding it to her. “Mmn. Hi, Luce.”

Lucy’s arms came around her. “I’ll try to keep them away from you.”

“Please don’t,” she laughed. “They’re your family, Luce. They’re great. Besides, I’m pretty sure they already got the hint.”

“Regardless-”

“Don’t you dare keep your family away from me, Bronze.”

“Are you really in the position to be threatening me, little one?”

She turned enough to catch her warm, intelligent green eyes devoid of glasses today and she smirked at her. God, that jaw. “Always.”

Lucy stared back until she gave up. “Okay, okay. Keira should be here soon, too. We haven’t been able to talk about that much…”

“It’s okay. I promise. I know she’s your best friend.”

“You’re my best friend.”

“Her too.” She kissed her on the cheek. “I’m happy to finally get a chance to meet her properly.”

To be quite honest with herself, she was very okay with it. She knew where she stood with Lucy. If it were any other relationship, she would feel a little out of place and perhaps even jealous. Lucy, though, was the epitome of reassurance. Something she thought would never be satisfied.

“Okay, little one. Let me know if you need me.. I’m going to help out in the kitchen so those two don’t burn it down.” She gestured to Leah and Jordan as they were floating around, chuckling and chatting with the Bronze’s they both knew so well. She spotted the knife waving around in Jordan’s hand and thought it was abnormally large for someone so small. She gave a nervous chuckle.

“Well those two finally fucked.”

“…what?” Lucy turned to her, confused.

YFN took her by the chin and turned her head back towards the kitchen. There was something different about Jordan and Leah. They were moving more symbiotically. There was less unknown tension and more flirty tension. The good kind. The kind that was shared between eyes. That look of ‘I can’t wait to do it again’ followed by a blush and an attempt to regain themselves. Lucy tilted her head as they watched Leah come up behind Jordan, pressing her body lightly into her back as she reached over her to sneak a piece of pastry she was cutting up. It was completely necessary as there was more than enough room for the two, as well as Diane and Charis.

“Oh… wow. How the hell did I miss that?”

“Your family takes up a lot of your attention, Luce.” She chuckled with another kiss to the cheek, Lucy’s skin soft beneath her lips reminding her of their night before. “Don’t ever change.”

There was a knock on the door then, and Jorge got it, leading Keira into the apartment which now felt far too small. She gave a polite wave and then gave her hellos to the group, ending with Leah and Jordan in the kitchen. YFN could tell immediately that Keira wasn’t a hugger, or a social person, really. She was a true introvert, but around people she knew, she was more comfortable.

“Are you okay, little one?”

YFN realised she was staring. “Yeah, of course.” She found those worried eyes. “Of course. Go say hello and take that knife away from Dory, before it ends up in someone.”

Several people came over to chat to her and catch up while the footballers caught up in the kitchen. Diane seemed overly stressed about her injuries and spoke angrily about the hearing next week that Lucy had mentioned. While she didn’t seem to understand how YFN was almost nonchalant about the situation, Joaquim seemed to understand. It was like she was seeing the two halves of Lucy.

“No Elspeth today?” YFN asked Sophie, Lucy’s younger sister.

“No, she has work. She’ll be here tomorrow, though for the game and the party.”

A pillow hit her head and she turned to the culprit. “What?!”

YFN chuckled and before she could see who threw it, Jordan was there. “Our turn!”

She climbed over the back of the couch and sidled up next to YFN. She grinned and raised her arm for the barely smaller woman to slide under it. “I missed you.”

“You saw me yesterday, Dory.”

“I know, but I miss living with you.”

She gave pause. “Me too..”

“Do you think you’ll come back?”

“Maybe. I need to stay in London while I’m healing. Then I’m thinking I’ll manage the rest of the season from Birmingham as it’ll be closer for me to travel, and I really want to be hands on while we grow… after the season’s over, we won’t know where Luce is so…” She looked over at Lucy who seemed to be verbally assaulting Sophie. Siblings. It made her miss her brother.

“So… you’re coming back?!” She seemed excited.

“Are you asking because you want to know if our place will be free so you can be as loud as you want with Leah?”

Jordan’s eyes widened. She looked over at Leah and back at YFN, a little too guilty. “Is it that obvious?”

“It would have been less obvious if you had sex right now in front of us.”

“…fuck.”

“It’s okay,” she chuckled. “Luce didn’t even notice.”

She rolled her eyes. “No surprises there.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, mate.” She said, seriously. “We’ve come a long way since that beach…”

Jordan took a moment for that to set in. YFN watched the happy blush creep up but typical Jordan, she tried to hide it. “We have. Thanks, chicken. I’d like to talk to you about it soon when we’re not busy.”

“Talk about what?” Leah asked, walking over. One look between the pair, and she understood. “Oh.”

“I didn’t say anything, I swear.”

“Said anything about what?” Keira asked, also joining the group. She bent down to give YFN a proper greeting with a hug, and YFN knew it was for her sake more than anything else.

“Hello, you.”

“Hey, YFN. How are you?” She looked down at her and gave a guilty look.

“I’m good,” she responded with a shrug, followed shortly by a wince. “The collarbone is fresh, though.”

“So I see..” She placed herself down on YFN’s free side.

Leah took Jordan’s hand. “Can you help us up here, Jord?”

Jordan looked from Leah to YFN and Keira before realising what was happening. “Talk later, chicken.”

YFN smiled as she accepted her kiss on the cheek as the pair sauntered back over to the girls in the kitchen. She caught Lucy’s eye, and noticed she held a cheeky expression. Ah. She was giving her time to talk to Keira properly.

That woman.

“She’s always being sneaky,” Keira noted and YFN turned to her.

She didn’t know why she was a little surprised. They did date for much more than a few years.

“She thinks she’s helping,” Keira continued.

“She is helping,” she smiled. “We haven’t had a chance to chat.”

“And now you can’t exactly run away.”

She chuckled. “Injured jokes already? I get it.”

YFN couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was when she was carefree and laughing. She saw why Lucy had been with her for so long.

“I’m sorry I missed the event the other day.”

“Oh, that’s fine. You had a Barca match, right? Plus, you know you can call me anytime to get some content done.”

“I have to admit, it’s not my favourite thing to do…”

“No,” she smiled, encouragingly. “But it helps with everything, and not just your popularity. It affects your sponsorships, your standing, the individual awards. You want to be a name that pops into everyone’s heads when they think of a midfielder.”

“Lucy’s always been that person..”

“She has, and she is. She definitely has the personality for it.” She looked over at Lucy and caught her quickly looking away. “But you don’t need to be constantly in the spotlight like her. I know you’ve had some negative experiences with social media, but it can be a huge help when it comes to progressing your career.”

She thought about it as Narla jumped onto her lap, and she pet her. “What type of content do you do?”

“Anything and everything. You can liaise directly with me and do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I liked the puppy interview you did with the girls…”

“Good! That’s a great start. We can do that with you and Narla, and even another player if you want. I also personally do a couch interview which is a bit deeper, though we’ll discuss the questions off camera before I ask them. And then there’s the podcast if you wanted to ease into it all.”

“What do you think?”

“Honestly?”

“I hope so..”

YFN chuckled at that. “Completely honestly… the internet is full of so-called ‘wonze’ supporters,” she didn’t miss seeing her cringe, “and people commenting on the relationship between the three of us, and Laura. I think the best thing to do will definitely be an interview on the couch where we’re both on camera and people can see that there’s no issue. A bit of a professional slap, if you will.”

Her lit up unexpectedly. “Oh, I like that.”

“Yeah? We can chat through questions before and make sure you’re comfortable with the route we take. Did you get a chance to see the videos of Luce, Ale and Leah that I did?”

“I saw the one with Lucy, and the one with Alexia…”

“Oh.. right. The other was a one-on-one with Luce and Leah, and I haven’t posted that one just yet. But did you like the concept?”

“I did. I think it’s the most comfortable I’ll be doing something like that. The admin at Barca is always asking me to do content and I feel so awkward because I don’t know Spanish.”

“I think you’re being modest, no? The girls have said you speak some Spanish.”

“I can tell you that ‘Bonmati’ means ‘Good morning’ in Catalan,” she laughed, and then paused. “Could I do an interview with Aita and Narla? Like the one you posted of Lucy and Alexia?”

“Of course, if she’d be happy to do that..”

“After she saw the popularity Alexia’s had, she said she needs to do more English interviews. Barca use her for Catalan more than anything.”

YFN nodded. “Of course. And yeah, I can do that one anywhere, as long as we have Narla and a pet for Aitana.”

“Will you be coming to Barca soon?” She looked over at Lucy and back to her.

“Perhaps just before Christmas… my family are coming over and they want to see Luce play at Barca, so right now we should be there for the Rosengard game on the 22nd which is the last before your Christmas break…”

Keira’s phone started buzzing and she looked at it. She made a face and put it down without answering. “We’ll find a day and do it around then! I’ll talk to Aitana and let you know.”

“Sounds great. My people just need to sort out some legalities with both of your agents so there’s no conflicts etc.”

Her phone buzzed out and left a message.

“Random caller?”

“It’s… uh.. it’s Ona.”

That caught her attention. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, of course. She’s just without Alexia and Lucy who she talks to a lot.”

“And you’re copping the need to talk?”

She chuckled. “You could say that. She’s lovely and all… I… she talks to me because I’m English and know Lucy…” she looked to Lucy and back again. “…and because we have so many common friends after her time in the WSL but…”

YFN let her find her words and jumped in when she knew she couldn’t. “…but she doesn’t really get that you’re not a chatty, complex conversation type of person?”

“Exactly. I don’t like drama.”

“But you do like a little dramatic, slap in the face interview.”

She gave a smirk that reminded YFN of when Lucy said she had a wicked sense of humour. “That’s different.”

“Mmnhmn.”

Her phone started buzzing again, and she looked at YFN apologetically before she answered.

“Hi Ona… yeah I’m just in London… at Lucy’s with her family and a few others…oh….” Keira looked at YFN a little surprised. “Yeah, she’s sitting right next to me actually. You want to talk to her?”

She paused, listening, and then handed YFN the phone. “She wants to talk to you..”

YFN couldn’t help but be surprised. She purposely didn’t look over at Lucy as she knew she was watching and probably chomping at the bit to know what was happening.

YFN took the phone. “Hi Ona.”

“Hola YFN, how are you?”

“Broken, but good. Getting better everyday.”

“That’s good!”

Keira stood and walked over to where Lucy was gesturing for her to come over and explain who it was.

“Uh, I was just wonder if you know where Ridley is?”

She wanted to know where Alexia was. “I actually don’t, sorry.” That was a lie. Ridley had sent two photos to her of Alexia at a lantern festival in Thailand, but she knew she was going off grid. “I know she and Alexia are sort of out of contact right now.”

“Oh…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to talk to Alexia about some things…”

YFN must have spotted the moment Lucy realised it was Ona, and she turned quickly, starting to move towards her. YFN shook her head and she stopped on the spot.

“Can I help you?”

A deep chuckle came from the other end of the phone. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Would it happen to be about Luce?”

Silence.

“I know you most likely don’t want to talk to me about it, but I get it… I do.”

Silence. This time, YFN let it sit there until she was ready. Ona wasn’t a person who was shy of these types of conversations. And they would only help to get the out in the open.

“I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for…”

“Yes… and no – I…” She sighed, giving up. She was sorry about Lucy. She just didn’t know how to say it. There was a pause until she spoke again. “It’s hard to find someone who like what I like…”

Ah. Ona was the relationship type. She decided a joke would be best to break the seriousness. “Most footballers are gay, no?”

Ona’s cute chuckle resonated from the other end of the phone. “Si, but most are not for me.”

“Ah. Well. What hobbies do you have?”

“I mostly play football…”

“Well I hear you like to read?”

“Oh, yes!”

“What types of things?”

“Everything. The fantasy. The dragons. The sex.” She said it so unashamed. So Spanish. YFN had to laugh.

“Hm, well. I think I may have just the perfect suggestion for you…”

ALEXIA POV

Alexia was feeling the most at peace she had in a long, long time. She was lying face down on her towel naked, her skin warm from the sun. A hand touched her back gently and she felt sunscreen being applied; Ridley’s fingers kneading the muscles as she went.

She let herself let out some satisfied noises and turned her head to the side when she finally managed to control herself.

“You put that on not long ago.”

Ridley’s hand moved down her hip and over her ass. Alexia was sort of grateful that she only had one hand to use. Another one, and she’d be worried about coming.

“Did you forget I’m Australian? Sunscreen is essential.”

“Did you forget I’m a footballer from Spain? I realise that.”

Ridley’s lips curved up into a smile and Alexia couldn’t help but do the same. She could be just as sassy.

“Well maybe I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”

“Finally, she admits it.”

An eye roll. Alexia closed her eyes again to enjoy the feeling of her hand working down her ass and leg, all the way to her foot, and back up the other side. Christ, her hand was really easing those muscles.

Ridley paused on her back, her finger tracing. Alexia opened her eyes to see her pondering over her tattoos.

“My dad…” she murmured, knowing which one she was tracing.

Ridley looked at her, having been caught, but not ashamed nor surprised. She wanted to ask about him, but she didn’t. Truth be told, Alexia wasn’t ready for that, and somehow, Ridley knew it.

Instead, she finished slowly, taking her time to trace over her other tattoos. The latin. Her shirt numbers. The hope for good luck. It made her surprisingly emotional.

When she couldn't stand those emotions anymore, Alexia pushed her up onto her elbows and extended her hand, touching the healing wound on Ridley’s leg.

“Will you tell me what happened here?”

Her hand flattened on her back and her lips pressed together. Alexia’s expression convinced her somehow, though.

“It was a knife. Mogadishu.”

She inhaled sharply. She hadn’t thought about what it could have been because she didn’t want to assume. But she wasn’t surprised. She nodded, trying to keep her face neutral so as to act as if it wasn’t abnormal.

Her hand found her lat and traced another scar there that she’d pondered about. It wasn’t long, but it was prominent.

“A bullet. Pretoria, South Africa.” She murmured lowly, studying Alexia’s face as she did so.

Alexia held her composure. She found another scar and Ridley caught her hand, stroking it with her thumb as if to ease bad news. “That’s enough for now, Lex.”

She could see in her face that she’d given enough. It only brought back bad memories for her.

“Can I ask one more question?”

“Anything.”

“Why do you go to the festival in Chiang Mai every year..?”

She could see that Ridley was surprised by her question and… impressed, perhaps. She gave a knowing smile, though it faded.

“To celebrate the life of a friend.”

A lost friend? Someone who’d died alongside her? Ridley’s expression showed that her thoughts were in fact, correct.

“Thank you for telling me.” She whispered.

Ridley reached out and stroked the hair from Alexia’s face, tucking it behind her ear. She relished the feel and smiled. “You’re welcome, Lex.”

Her smile. Her voice. Her kindness. The contrast between her soft self and the Ridley capable of things like Mogadishu couldn’t be more juxtaposed. But still, she trusted her. She loved her. Why? She had no idea. All she knew is that every single day, she fell more in love with her.

“It’s Blue’s birthday tomorrow,” she murmured, her fingers and attention again taken by tattoos on Alexia’s back.

“The secret party Lucy organised?”

She nodded. “For her and Jordan.”

“You… want to go?”

“Yes, but we can’t. We need to stay here for the time being…”

Alexia waiting until Ridley’s eyes came back to hers. “It’s that bad?”

“We’re being overly cautious, Lex. They’ll find him.”

“Your…team?”

What else were military colleagues called?

“Yes. We’ll be here until next Sunday. The 8th. I want you back for training.”

There’s that Ridley who thought of the full picture.

“I need to talk to Barca and the Spanish team…”

“I know. I figured you can call them tomorrow? I was planning on taking us on a day trip over to the mainland for some food and to call Blue for her birthday.”

She loved the island, but the idea of an excursion excited her. “Sounds perfect.”

Alexia turned over under Ridley’s hand and laid on her back. The Australian’s eyes darkened as they studied her naked body.

“What, were you only going to do the one side?”

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Can we please please stop calling death eaters nazis to earn woke points. Please. If anything this fictional group is a fictional cult that tried to take over the government and turn their group into a dictatorship. Which didn't last because a teenager and his found family all kicked their asses. I just I really wish people would stop calling them nazis. Please. They're not real. The whole thing is a lot more complicated than that especially when you add in how muggles can act if they hate magic. But at the end of the day death eaters are fictional. It just makes me feel icky when you take a real world horror that ruined so many lives and tried to apply it to a fictional series that is suppose to be fun. Especially when you are using it to try to shame people who find the death eaters and Voldemort interesting. It's fine to make parallels to real life. But I hate that people treat it like it's exactly the same. It's the same way I feel when people take the hunger games series too seriously.

This is a bit long, sorry! I've read some posts about this on tumblr, and I've also done a little bit of research into discussions which compare Gindelwald and Voldemort as villains which feels pertinent to this topic. And I am thinking about it heavily for how I portray Tom in my story because I show his POV occasionally, which I find creepily interesting.

First, the books are fiction, even if they are loosely inspired by real life events, the people do not exist. So if someone wants to get a Dark Mark tattooed on their arm, I mean who really cares? What exactly you are trying to communicate with such an act is slightly mysterious, but I wouldn't equate it to having a swastikas tattooed on your arm. Second, I think there are people who like to look at the multidimensionality of fictional characters and those who like to be told who those characters are by the author. Personally, multidimensionality is much more interesting to me, especially when you apply it universally and take note that many "heroes" have obvious flaws. Villains can have positive traits too. JKR does both with many characters, the Malfoys (villains who are humanized), Dumbledore (who is "revealed" to have a darker past than Harry knew), Sirius and Remus who want to murder Peter, Barty Crouch Jr who teaches Harry to throw off the imperius curse.

Recently, I haven't dug into literary analysis of the parallels between Voldemort regime and the Nazi's. I know they exist. But I actually agree with the mindset that Voldemort acts far more like a cult leader than a fascist dictator. A lot of it has to do with scope. Both his bids for power involved a relatively small army and even though he might have been claiming he wanted to take over all of Europe, or the world, it really wasn't likely. Contrast this with Grindelwald who seemed to have made actual bids for political power, gained far more support from the magical community on an international level, and wasn't obsessed with his own immortality (that we know). Grindelwald wanted the resection stone to build an army, Voldemort didn't even know about the resection stone. Building an army of the scale Grindelwald envisioned feels a lot closer to the World Wars than Voldemort's era.

Tom Riddle is all about Tom Riddle. He doesn't care about blood status, he doesn't care about politics. He doesn't like muggles, but he basically wants to increase his own power, and that's it. He is extremely manipulative, considering he manipulates MANY pureblood families to give support to a half-blood. Those families might not call him out on his lower blood status, but they know. Because they track all that shite! They know Voldemort didn't come from an established lineage. Now he does have the distant connection to Slytherin going for him, and I think this is the first way he gained loyalty from fellow Slytherins while at Hogwarts. He is also very charismatic, in his original body. I think both his original charisma and his use of fear and intimidation tactics after he is regenerated speak to cult like behaviors.

I think his obsession with Harry also shows how unlike a fascist dictator he is. Yes, he knows Harry/Neville is prophesized to be his downfall, but he basically turns all his attention to eliminating this threat to his PERSON rather than putting energy towards building the society he preached about forming. When he is regenerated, he is STILL obsessed with Harry. Yes, his Death Eaters go after the Ministry. But Voldemort plays the game Dumbledore predicts him to play, which is to pursue Harry. And it is to his detriment in the end. He probably could have outlasted the Order for far longer, even with the limited number of Death Eaters he had if he had focused on the political arena. If he had made Harry actually hunt him down, from a position of real political power, he would have been very difficult to eliminate.

Knowing a bit about Mormon cults, I think a religious cult followers is a far closer line to draw to the Death Eaters. Smaller scale, brainwashing, coercion, extreme loyalty... I really see them as a terrorist group. They like to spread their message though mayhem and violence. Tom Riddle is the type of person who would watch the world burn as long as he knew he started the fire. But he is also ok with it continuing on, as long as he is gaining in personal power. From what we know about his childhood, he was likely touch and love deprived, which are traits associated with abnormal brain development. Again, I see him with the mindset of a serial killer, except his operation is far grander in scale and he doesn't need to actually murder anyone to feel fulfilled. But that coldness, the lack of emotion, the inability to connect and relate to others, the manipulation (again), the charisma... very serial killer-esque.

So the question of whether one chooses to invest in these cult-esque, terrorists being morally questionable boils down to how a person sees humanity. And there isn't a right or wrong, because we all have different life experiences. But it can feel right or wrong to us individually, and then we share our perspective with the broader community. I'll use Bellatrix as an example because I put some serious thought into her character for my fic. Bella is awful in canon. And she is not a "good" person. She is a complicated person. Most people are complicated. They make good choices, they make bad choices, they live with the repercussions of said choices. Bella going after Frank and Alice is the most sickening part of her persona, but she was desperate. She was hurting, and she lashed out in the only way she knew how. Because she grew up in the family and society she did. It doesn't excuse her behavior, but it does mean I can look at her with some empathy and enjoy seeing her be a human. She had a husband, she liked to mentor, Bellatrix cared about people, HER people. And when her people were messed with, watch out. I am planning to really dig into the Death Eater POV during my fic, which is exciting to me.

There seems to be a lot of animosity around shipping the Death Eaters with non-death eaters and disagreement over whether this is realistic or not. Let's recall, the whole thing is FAKE! Who knows and who cares if it is realistic. I don't care if someone says Tomarry is canon, I don't have to agree with them. I don't care if someone tells me Wolfstar is unrealistic to the time period, or that Jegulus is straight up impossible, because I just simply don't see it that way. The magic of the world is it lives inside each of us. I'm not limited by the societal stigmas of the 1970's because this story didn't take place in the 1970's, it didn't take place at all! (Except for Wolfstar and Jegulus, which definitely happened). So depending on how pure to canon you want your fandom life to be, you are going to find a camp which suits you. I think the fun of fandom is that is doesn't have to be dogmatic. And at the same time, you can find your folks if you need that. But the arguing which is better, wasted energy. I'm always going to be in camp MOST FUN! I think looking into everyone's story is most fun for me.

And on a final note which could be it's own essay, quotes from Sirius regarding ANYTHING in the past do not sit well with me. Sirius is a trauma survivor, he spent twelve years in isolation in a dementor infested prison and as far as we know got no professional mental health care for PTSD before he died. Many claims made about James in particular are based on things Sirius said to Harry, James' son. Um, a bit biased? YES! Sirius wants Harry to see James in a certain light, so he plays specific of James' qualities. And his quotes regarding Regulus (as few and far between as they are) are just as subject to bias. I remember Sirius saying Regulus wasn't as good a seeker as Harry is. Well, Sirius has seen Harry play in ONE game of quidditch, I don't buy Regulus wasn't just as good or better than Harry and that Sirius wasn't simply trying to boost Harry's confidence. I suspect what happened with Regulus is simply too terrible for Sirius to explain or remember. Sirius fiercely protects Harry, I believe he was a protector of his little brother even more so. In conclusion, the realisticness of two characters shipping together because one of them "hated the Dark Arts" and the other was a Death Eater, is not a platform to argue from, IMO.

FYI - I don't engage with trolls. Unless they are the kind from Frozen, the love trolls. :)

#our love is written in the stars #death eaters #voldemort #harry potter #marauders fandom

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