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Huntik: Secrets and Seekers | S01E20

-> The Best Zhante Episode

[nicxl333]

LUSTFUL TENDENCIES— WRIOTHESLEY X READER

bro…i just finished the 4.1 archon quest and omfg i’m going mad over wrio- fucking hell

characters: wriothesley, afab! reader

summary: you almost get caught giving wriothesley a blowjob so he punishes you in his office (not proof-read)

warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, semi-public smut, blowjob, handcuffs, spanking, established relationship, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, squirting, breeding, slight 4.1 spoilers

it wasn’t supposed to end up this way. hell, you had only made your way into the fortress of meropide to deliver an urgent message from neuvillete to none other than the duke himself, your boyfriend.

so how oh how did you end up with a mouth stuffed full of dick?

“fuck…that’s it beautiful, doing so— so well for me” wriothesley groaned, pushing his bangs back from his face.

you moaned around his dick in appreciation and gratitude at his praise, your cunt pulsing at the sheer sinfulness of the situation. you knew damn well that anyone could see what was going on should they venture even one step too far up the staircase leading to the open plan of his office. truth be told they wouldn’t even have to set foot on the stairs, for they would hear the sloppy sounds of your mouth long beforehand.

your eyes gazed into his, enjoying how he fell apart at the sight of your mouth engulfing every inch of him. the way his eyes clenched shut, scar just below his right eye compressing as it followed the movements of his eyes squeezing from the overwhelming pleasure.

he could feel the coil in his stomach tightening, his resolve unravelling as he tried to regain his composure and control, albeit failing to find any reason to given how you were taking care of him so fucking well.

alas, before his end could occur, the sound of his heavy door opening downstairs and footsteps audible caused both parties to freeze, the risk of your filthy secret threatening to be discovered.

proving his ability to act instantaneously under pressure he lifted you off his soaked cock, pushing you under his desk and reeling in his chair so his state of undress would not be identified should whoever was quickly approaching wander too close to his grand desk.

after a continuous rhythm of steps, a head poked through, the figure confirmed to be chef wolsey.

wriothesley briefly glanced down at you, his eyes sharp in a silent warning;

stay. silent.

you spared him a single smirk just before he lifted his head to look at the man who was now standing before him.

“how can i help you today wolsey? if it’s for time off you already know the drill, you need to give in credit coupons.”

above your head you could hear the chef speak.

“ah, your grace, it’s not about that. if you are lenient enough i would need your authorisation on a slight change to the ingredients of the welfare meals. i have discovered a correlation of stomach bugs occurring with numerous inmates possibly due to the type of milk used.”

really and truly, you couldn’t give a shit on the status of the inmates, as cruel as it sounded. you just wanted to be filled by wriothesley, and wolsey was currently cockblocking you. so you did the one thing that was advised against.

“i suppose that can be done, given that it’ll lessen my work load should i allow this matter to be resolved. just give me the required paperwork and i can give you clearan—”

he immediately tensed up, seizing in the middle of his sentence. why? because he felt your hand slowly stroking his girth. although taken by surprise, he did his best to not show it, opting to clear his throat in an attempt to save himself.

“umm, sir, are you alright?”

your hand tightened on wriothesley’s dick, twisting as you stroked, your smirk widening with your wicked intentions. you could see his thighs taut and fists clenched, trying so hard to not react. he couldn’t talk, he knew if he opened his mouth to speak he would either let out a groan or moan. whatever the outcome, both were highly unsavoury and would no doubt get you caught. after a few moments of silence wolsey pressed further.

“erm…your grace?”

you slightly loosened your grip and slowed down your movements to allow the man in front of you to save his dignity, if he even had any left.

he lifted a bandaged hand, waving it around in a dismissive motion. “yes yes, i’m quite alright. don’t you have ingredients to be chopping or something? best get to it.”

wolsey immediately nodded, turning towards the stairs and swiftly making his way down. only when wriothesley was certain he was gone did he push you off him and pushed his chair back, pulling you upwards and slamming you on his desk.

“oh you are so fucked baby. did you enjoy us almost getting caught?”

he leaned over you, caging you in while he started rubbing your clit through your panties, eliciting a moan from you.

“yeah i know you enjoyed that, you’re fucking soaked you dirty girl. want me to fuck you?”

he pressed harder on your clit, rendering you unable to speak. you arched your back and rolled your hips in time with wriothesley’s hand, maximising the pleasure. when he didn’t hear an answer however he took it upon himself to bring a hand down against your left cheek, the stinging sensation leaving you crying out at the pain mixed with pleasure.

“answer me y/n, do you want me to fuck you?”

“yes wrio please! it feels so good!” the strokes of his fingers increased in rapidness, the friction of the fabric against your clit quickly bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

“you gonna cum pretty girl?”

“shit— yes wrio!”

“well that’s too damn bad.” and he pulled away altogether, standing at full height and looking down at you.

you turned your head to look at him, eyes wide with the fear he would leave you like this, unsatisfied.

“wrio please! make me cum, i need you so bad baby!”

he stood, arms crossed and expression unwavering.

“oh you do now? maybe you should’ve thought about that before you pulled that little stunt of yours.”

you wiggled your ass at him hoping to break down his resolve.

“wrio i’m sorry, i’ll be good for you i swear.”

he said nothing, instead opting to move closer to stand right behind you, dick now pressing against your clit, making your breath hitch. you heard movements of metal behind you, wondering what he was doing until he leant closer over you, chest to your back which pressed his dick even further into you. you moaned out, too distracted to realise just what he was doing until he grabbed both your wrists, bringing them together and cuffing them with his handcuffs.

he stepped back to look at his handiwork, smirking as your arms flailed to the best of your ability, struggling to get free. he then bent down, kneeling while he pulled down your panties, looking at your cunt shining with arousal.

“wrio! what are you doing?!”

“you want to get fucked right? i’m just fulfilling your wish, with the exception of one thing of course: you can’t cum.”

you whined out, jolting when you felt extremely cold fingers against your entrance, tracing the seeping hole. it was apparent that he used the power from his cryo vision to lower the temperature of his palm.

“wrio! c’mon i said i was sorr-”

you cut yourself off when you felt two of his fingers breach your entrance, stuffing you to the hilt. his fingers were thick as it is, so you already felt extremely full. even worse when he curled them against that spongey spot in your cunt and started attacking it.

your thighs immediately tried to close, proving to be quite the useless action once his iron grip prevented you from doing so.

“aht, aht, if you know what’s good for you y/n you’ll comply like a good girl, you’re already in deep shit as it is.”

and so, you succumbed to the pleasure of the sensation you were feeling, moaning at wriothesley’s ministrations on your pussy. he leaned over you once more, this time feeling his bare dick directly on your bare clit. he licked the shell of your ear, whispering into it seconds later.

“yeah does that feel good y/n? go on, tell me how good i’m making you feel.”

“so fucking good wrio! i want more— want you to fuck me. don’t hold back, i can take it.”

he complied, removing his fingers and moving his dick down to your entrance, using your previous lubrication and current arousal to fully coat his angry red tip, before slowly pushing in.

your back arched hard into a ‘c’, your hands doing what they could to grip onto his desk despite being cuffed.

he laughed at your actions, continuing to sheath himself inside you until you were completely filled, resting for a moment before slowly pulling out again. he repeated this action multiple times, teasing you to see just how long it would be until you completely snapped.

“wrio! can you stop fucking around and jus— oh fuck!”

his change in pace was instantaneous, his thrusts pounding against your ass, having you moan out in ecstasy. he quickly pulled his tie from around his neck, putting it around yours and pulling so your head fell back, being able to see him above you and therefore his next words to you.

“be quiet baby, or i’ll stop.”

although his door downstairs was big and heavy, it wasn’t soundproof. and if you didn’t shut the fuck up someone was bound to hear.

you nodded your head, opting to let out whimpers of approval instead. he doubled his pace, something you didn’t even know was possible, almost as if he was challenging you to disobey him once more.

it was becoming increasingly difficult to not cum. his thrusts drove so deep inside you it felt like you couldn’t breathe in the short burst of intervals between thrusts. each push of his hips against yours had the veins on the underside of his dick rubbing up against your g-spot, something that quickly had you tumbling towards the edge. you knew wriothesley knew that, how could he not when all he could feel was your cunt gripping him so tightly?

it’s not like he was well off either, he was quickly losing himself inside you too. although you had been dating for a little over 7 months, he still could not find himself getting used to the way you clenched around him. it had him quickly unraveling the exact same way you did, and delving deep into the pits of no return.

“you gonna cum?” his voice was strained, composure tethering on a thin thread, threatening to collapse.

“n- no.” a lie. you both knew that. he decided to play along though.

“good. cause you can’t cum.”

“wrio!” you had no choice but to beg, for you were quite literally about to cum. his earlier actions had already brought you to the edge, but now you were delirious with pleasure, and had no way to stop yourself from cumming. you already did what you could. “please! let me cum, let me cum! i’m sorry baby i really am, i need you to make me cum! i’m begging you, just do something, anything!”

wriothesley had no other option but to allow you to, given that he was about to cum himself.

“go ahead y/n, make a mess for me.”

with his approval, you immediately felt the coil inside your stomach snap, causing you to gush around his cock. you moaned out his name as quiet as you could, which wasn’t very quiet at all. he never stopped thrusting, allowing your essence to go everywhere. on your thighs, on his, and dripping on the floor. your cunt was gripping wriothesley like a vice, and he fell victim to his own orgasm, hands on your hips tightening, groaning deeply while spilling every drop into your spent pussy. his thighs shook from the sheer intensity as he slowly came to a stop.

all was silent for a moment, as you both breathed heavily, hot and exhausted from what had just taken place. after a while, wriothesley was the first to move, slipping out of you and grabbing some tissues from the side of his desk, wiping delicately at your cunt before pulling up your panties and releasing your wrists from his cuffs with a key from his draw. he gave your temple a kiss before pulling away.

he then fixed himself up, tucking himself away back into his pants and taking his tie back from your neck, wiping the sweat from his forehead and sitting back in his chair, pulling you down with him and engulfing you in a hug.

“now then, would you like some tea before you go?”

[doudouma]

“angel and demon, ying and yang”

muzan with his (non-violent) s/o demon male!reader who has a appearance and bda of an angel!

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somebody who is a demon, but looks like an angel. someone else who is also a demon, but looks scarily sophisticated. what are the odds that they’re a couple?〜

light mentions of killing. other than that, there are no warnings, my dear lotus.

reader is male.❀ 〜

a/n : this is a oxymoron isn't it?

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muzan, the demon king, and you, a ethereal angel, clearly has both different appearances and most likely different viewpoints.

however, that doesn’t stop your beloved from silently adoring you, nor from being intrigued by your angelic nature〜

certainly, muzan will think you’re absolutely perfect, how couldn’t you be? you’re a demon, but your a angel! isn’t that wonderful〜？

i mean cmon! you’re entirely stunning, everyone loves your aura, you move with such grace and command in your walk, and is highly intelligent and collected.

you’re so amazing to the point where even the demon king credits you! not only because you’re his partner, but because he knows your independence.

your lover would not address you as a demon, but rather an angel. to him, you are only an angel♡

“as demons, chaos and killing is in our nature. but as for you, my angel, you’re quite nurturing and calm.”

however… he wouldn't be too fond of your angelic mindset. he doesn’t want you to be calm when in times where you shouldn’t be!

meaning, if someone hurts you, instead of walking away or something, he’d much rather you… unalive them. but you won’t!

that gets him a bit upset.. why are you letting someone who disrespected you live?! but don’t worry, that’s when your lover takes over…

speaking of taking over, he’ll also take over any dirty work you have, either doing it himself or telling one of his pawns demons to do it.

by the way, the uppermoons and other demons (like rui, enmu etc) is very doting of you!

to the extent muzan will allow :

kokushibo enjoys your silent company. also the fact that he can lower his guard a bit, knowing there’s a gentle yet protective figure he can rely on♡

douma pretty much enjoys all of your presence. especially since no one else really wants to be around him. he’s quite clingy knowing you don’t mind, almost like a small child〜

akaza, of course, admires your strength. he also likes the fact that you’re not nearly as annoying as douma or muzan (yes, your own lover!).

hantengu is much, much too scared to approach you. but your calm aura allows himself to slowly stop crying, even just for a minute. for some reason, i feel like he would buy you beautiful ornaments, but would be too scared to give them too you.

gyokko would simply think that you’re a work of art. he would get immensely happy and all blushy (like he did with muzan) if you even compliment his pots! is that all he cares about?

gyutaro & daki would love that you don’t look down upon them like the other uppermoons do. one person having faith in you goes a long way! because of this, they would see you as a parental figure. secretly, they call you “father” behind your back. it gives them a sense of comfort〜

rui would love you twos’ bond! it’s very adorable and wholesome, and muzan is even fond of it. he most likely knows about his “favorite privileges” so he would love to bond with you any time he can.

i had to explain it individually, because all of the demons are truly different. but, my point is clear, right? in their own way, they all yearn for your comfort〜

the uppermoons find you and your lovers’ relationship cute, although they won’t admit this to at least not muzan.

muzan wouldn’t mind though, he wants everyone to know that his lover is a perfect angel.

as we all know, muzan is quite a stressed man. but you, are able to stay calm.

he sincerely appreciates you in his life, because you remind him to take breaks from his experiments, and to take care of himself. which he will anyways, he’s obsessed with vanity.

if you have any special abilities that very few demons have, then expect muzan to want to do just a few experiments.

but don’t worry! he always asks for consent and never does anything that could hurt you〜

if you have any physical angelic qualities (like wings, halo, crown, sword, etc) then muzan will like to just touch them. he doesn’t know why he does it. he will claim that he’s trying to “keep your perfection up”, but truthfully he just likes it.

“as the second most perfect being, you must look as angelic as you are. there is no excuse.”

now that i’m thinking about it… your lover might use you as a benchmark to the other demons. “why can’t you all be as strong as (m/n).” is probably what he once said to the lower moons.

but since they most likely wouldn’t know you, they’re all like “???”

like i said before, muzan definitely recognizes your independence, but he would be lowkey clingy.

always taking you along to meetings, spying on people/demons together, taking walks in forests, having you in his lab while he works, and even doing shopping for luxurious items.

him dragging you everywhere is also a way how he shows love. the fact that he wants you in his presence♡

in his own way, he thinks of you guys as a power couple!

your partner will be protective of you. you’re now one of the most important aspects of his life, and he couldn’t be anymore grateful for that.

he is reckless, but muzan didn’t tell one of his soft desires. it’s just him and you being able to sit in the sun, smiling and enjoying the company of each other, even if you’re not saying a word.

for now, that’ll lie dormant. his faith will never leave him, not as long as he has you♡

this did take a minute to get done, my apologies. but! it did get done! i thought this idea was really cute, per usual. i’m very grateful for my continuous support, and i have other works i want to get out! my precious flowers, thank you for your patience❀〜

[esotericpluto]

your life 5 years from now

from left to right; intuitively choose the pile you feel more connected to. To make it easier, you can take a deep breathe, close your eyes and ask for guidance to your deities or guides. These are all general messages, so just take what resonates and leave what doesn't. This reading is timeless. If it resonates, feedback is always appreciated and motivates to keep doing pick a card readings. You can donate here.

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pile 1

fully intuitive, no cards

I feel like you will have a lot of success in your life, mainly financially. You will be very financially stable and living out your dreams. I see most of you will be in your desired career and learning everyday more about it, advancing in it and adquiring new skills. I see some of you investing money in various ways too, as buying properties, jewels or art pieces. Others might be investing in actions/stocks as well and building a diverse portfolio.

For some people in this group (mainly those who will be 25 plus in 5 years) I'm seeing that you will be building a family too or preparing yourself to build one, however I do advise you to be very careful with the partner you pick as some of you might be investing in a rotten apple without realizing. Do not ignore red flags and be 100% sure this person is fulfilling you and doing more than the bare minimum, as you do not want to regret the person you build a family with. Some of you might even receive warnings of this through dreams, so dream journal and study dream analysis.

Overall, I see, especially for women who picked this pile, that you will be highly successful. I see you having very close friends who are there for you and who are successful themselves, so no jealousy or envy in the scene. I see you all going on trips and nice fancy dates together and truly uplifting each other up.

You will be extremely well educated by then and might even be beginning to take on a PHD by that time. I also see you taking some free courses here and there and truly building yourself up and becoming very well read. You will be a real catch and grow into yourself both physically and mentally. You will be very grounded in all aspects of yourself. I am also seeing some travels around the world and possibly owning a cat or two.

pile 2

2 of cups, 10 of swords, 4 of wands, 7 of pentacles

For those who picked this pile, you will be entering a harmonious time in your life after a long era of suffering and worrying. I see, however, that all this depends on you. You will have to remove your blindfolds and actually take control of your life and make a decision once and for all about yourself and the direction of things. This might be working on yourself, working on limiting beliefs, putting end to toxic behaviors and thoughts you have about yourself or others, going to therapy and doing shadow work. For some of you, this will require the end of friendships/a relationship that won't serve you anymore and you will have to put yourself first, choosing yourself over them, even if hurts you for a while.

For others, this might indicate you are going to be entering a new relationship after worries of never finding the ideal person for you. However, I see that you will be plagued by fears that the relationship won't work or that the person will leave eventually and that you'll have to start from zero with someone new all over again. This is a valid fear, but you will only be allowing these thoughts to drain you out of life and happiness if you don't address them. Not only that, but you will end up easily minsunderstanding your partner or jumping to conclusions that will only put a strain in the relationship. You have been hurt before and you didn't deserve that, but be careful to not project the aftermath of that pain onto innocent people.

I do feel like this partner could be the end game for you, but only if you are willing to truly work through these issues and I'd recommend starting now. When the time comes, be willing to be open with them about the things you have been through as they'll be open minded and understand you better than anyone has. Consider going to therapy too and even couple therapy with them if you have the chance. People tend to think couple therapy is only for when things are going through rough patch or to "fix" things, but the truth is that every couple can benefit from couple therapy and it can help them heal from expectations and fears they carry on from childhood or past connections.

Working through all this will require some time dedication and patience from both, but I see it strengthening the relationship and even possibly leading to marriage and a lot of happy moments together.

I also feel like you might be going through a lot of tiring moments when it comes to your career in 5 years. I feel like most of you will still be trying to find a career/workplace that fits you and where you feel welcome. Others might even not be enjoying your job/employers for being too strict, non-understanding and draining. While you should be collaborative, you should never take abuse or energy draining vampires. You are strong enough to leave and find a better job for you, there are enough of them out there for you and you might even find a better area or truly follow your childhood dreams.

Your efforts when it comes to work will definitely pay off after a while and you will even receive a financial bonus/reward due to this.

I see a lot of celebrations. I feel like some of your friends or even family members like cousins and siblings (i'm also seeing an younger aunt possibly) getting married, engaged or having children. You might also be going to parties or hanging out with friends, trying to maintain a healthy social life. I'm also hearing to keep family close.

pile 3

Lovers, Temperance, 6 of cups, 5 of cups, Knight of Cups, 6 of wands, 7 of pentacles, 3 of cups

So I feel like for most of you 5 years from now this will be a time of self-love and balance in your life. I also see that you will be surrounded by life, with a stable partner/relationship (possibly already marriage for some of you) and expecting a new family member/child, whilw trying to balance things out in your life and home to make space for the new family element.

Because of this new addition to your newly founded family, I feel like you will be reminiscing a lot about your own childhood and how things went with your parents. I feel like they committed many mistakes that you feel resentful over still and that you'll fear repeating. It could also apply to anyone who might have hurt you during your childhood and you fearing the same happening to your kid. However, you're going to choose to look at this as a new beginning and as a way to give someone else the childhood they deserve, since you didn't have yours. I feel like this will help you heal your inner child and release the unwarranted guilt you might feel.

I feel like around this time you might even receive texts from ex partners trying to reconnect, which you will of course decline since you'll be in a happy relationship expecting (although this could also apply for people adopting/using surrogacy btw). Some of you, old friends will reconnect and want to catch up with you. I'm hearing to be careful with who you let back in, but a few of them will be trustworthy and you'll miss them in your life. I feel like some of them might just try to get into your life again for their own benefit and to ask you for money, so be careful. This could also be a family member for some of you.

Overall, it will be a time that you'll see many things come to fruition and you will feel truly victorious. I see a lot of happy joyful moments and celebrations, especially when the little one gets in the picture. I think it will be a very united and bonded family which is adorable.

There will be one month or two that you might need to go into introspection/solitude until you feel better and ready to face the world too. I feel like for some of you this could sadly be some form of postpartum depression, but I see you getting counselling for it and overcoming it without many struggles.

You will be pausing your career for a bit with this, however once you do get back I see people welcoming you with open arms, missing you and wishing you the best. I see you will also be able to get promoted/salary raise in a few months after you get back and so will your significant other, bringing more abundance to you two especially after being a bit tight on finances to make space for the baby.

[gilverrwrites]

I love your sex dream hcs and was wondering if you could do Lucifer having an F!reader erotic dream, please? 😁 @tocastielandback

Lucifer/Reader, ≈800 words

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I must apologise that this is not as explicit as the previous ones, but this just felt right. Rated: M

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CW: Body worship, (hints of) powerplay, Dom!Lucifer (if you squint)

Please remember: You are allowed to love yourself.

The feel of your body against his is simultaneously unsettling and highly pleasurable. Your soft lips pepper kisses up and down his chest, warming his cool skin with every touch. He bites at his lip, holding back shivers of appreciation as you work your way upward pressing your own lips against his collar, throat, and jaw. You’re almost at face level, and you incline upwards, pursing your lips, ready to connect them with his own. Instead, he places his hand against your collarbone, splaying his fingers to stretch either side. Forcing your body backwards, his lips spreading into an amused grin. “What’s so funny?” You peer at him quizzically through heavy lids. “You.” He teases, enjoying the way you pout in response. “What would your precious friends think if they saw you like this? Worshipping ‘the devil’?”  “I wouldn’t care.” Your voice, and especially your words, are music to his ears. He promptly releases his hold on your neck, sliding his hand around your back and pulling you in for your reward.

You’re sat, hunched over a desk, nose buried in some dusty old tome when he finds you. Without thinking or caring, he leans over you from behind, planting his hands against the table on either side of you, confining you as he breathes in your scene. He has no idea if it's au naturale or artificial, but it is intoxicating nonetheless, and completely synonymous with you. 

To your credit, you keep your composure, but he can sense the increase in your heart rate.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is slow, deliberate, guarded. He wants so badly to strip away your armour.

“Can’t I just want to see my favourite human?” He chimes.

You don’t respond, refocusing on your book. A pang of petty jealousy? Rejection? Some nonsense ape-like emotion hits him, and he huffs as he pulls away from you. He relocates to the chair beside you, smug at the side eye you shoot him when he haphazardly kicks his feet onto the table.

When your silence persists, he feels the need to fill it.

“Well, since you really want to know, I truly am here to see you.” Still nothing. “I wanted to tell you about a dream I had.”

“Angels don’t dream.” You reply matter-of-factly, and he relishes in knowing he’s about to school you.

“Actually, yes, we do. As an Archangel, I would know.” He enunciates his point with the wag of his finger. Your eyes follow his hand, and he can’t help but wiggle all four of them, knowing he’s caught your attention. “We just have no practical need to sleep, so we don’t do it often.”

“Right.” You sound sceptical, and your sweet, sweet, attention is short-lived as you refocus on the desk. “And what does this have to do with me?”

Keen to draw you back to him, he taps his finger on the desk beside you. When you look at it, he points to himself, guiding you.  You sigh and roll your eyes before you look to his face. He might have been offended, but there’s a playful glint in your eye and growing warmth in your aura that tells him you’re enjoying his company more than you’d like to let one.

“Because you…” He gestures back and forth between you both. “Were in it.”

You blink once, twice; processing. When it settles, you proceed to stare at him, waiting for him to go on. He pointedly stares back at you in silence, folding his arms to display his new authority in this little dynamic. He’s piqued your curiosity, but now you’ll have to ask him for satisfaction.

You’re undeniably cute. Watching your expressions and mannerisms play out as you process his statement, as you realise your predicament, amuses him greatly. You turn back to your work, then to him again, and back and forth as you deliberate between your primary two options. To ask or not to ask. Eventually, the temptation wins out.  

“And?” You raise your brows expectantly. “What happened?”

“If you want to know, you’ll have to ask nicer than that.” He’s pushing his luck, and he knows it, but he’s confident you’re already too hooked to back out now.

You purse your lip as you calculate your next move. The image is unintentionally charming to him. He wonders if you’ll bite now, or if you’ll take the hard-to-get route, pretending you don’t want to know. Either is equally appealing to him, because he’s certain he’ll win out in the end.

Dropping his feet to the floor, he places an elbow on the table just inches from your arm, he uses it for balance as he leans in closer, keeping his expression as straight as possible. “Well?”

The beat of your heart is picking up again; you’re on edge, and he loves it.

“Okay, fine.” You concede. He feels his face twist, like the cat that got the cream, as you continue. “Please, Lucifer?”

[wisteria-blooms]

sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader) (8/??)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

TAGLIST AT THE BOTTOM! (Let me know if you'd like to be added or if I've missed you!) A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! I've been experimenting using my iPad + keyboard to edit which messed up my coordination on my laptop, if that's any excuse. It's just been hard to edit in this little rut where I can't bear to read what I write, but stick around, things are going to get exciting after this...

(GIF credits to @alicent-targaryen; I have so much trouble properly crediting when the GIF isn't the first in the set, ahh).

CHAPTER 8: Foolishly thinking things would slow down after Charlie moved in with you, you find that you're dead wrong. In fact, he finds a new way to integrate into your life: by attending the highly-anticipated book club meeting your mother had invited you to. But as you watch women flock to him like bees to honey, you find another problem to deal with, one that involves your heart. (6.6k words)

CHAPTER 8: TEA TIME (YOU'RE SO VAIN)

And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner...

“(Y/N)! Congratulations on the new place—”

“It’s every bit as beautiful as Bill described to us—”

“Perfect for a new couple, truly—”

Fred and George strode through the ajar door while talking amongst themselves as if they were walking into their own place. They displayed absolutely no respect for your sacred space. However, you felt no need to stop them from where you were in the kitchen—you were expecting them on this lovely Friday afternoon. After all, you’d invited them.

George cradled a large, wrapped box. He was strong but you could tell it was heavy by the slight strain in his arms. Fred, conversely, easily held a bottle of wine adorned with a ribbon on the neck.

“Thought we’d bring some housewarming gifts,” George said, setting his present on the counter.

“Had to guess most of it, as you and Charlie didn’t have a registry of any sorts,” Fred quipped, a smug look on his face, proud of his insinuation of you being married.

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes. “When are you going to give that up? You seem to be the only ones who know the truth, but refuse to acknowledge it.”

You should’ve expected their answer that was given in unison: “Never.” 

“I do appreciate the gifts,” you said earnestly. Underneath their teasing tones, Fred and George were still your greatest friends, and you were appreciative of their generosity.

You laid two palms on the box George had set on your kitchen island. “What’s this?” 

“Open it up and see,” offered George. 

Delicately, you began to unwrap the gift, plucking the tape off and careful not to rip the paper. 

“Save us the anticipation and just rip it open, will you?” Fred suggested, finishing off his remark with an animalistic shake of his head, like he was a lion tearing his prey’s flesh. The prey being your present.

“I’ve been conditioned not to do that,” you explained with a gentle sigh, recalling all your mother’s scoldings when you used to tear into presents as a child. When you set the edges of the wrapping paper down, you beamed at what was in the box. “An espresso machine! Really, Georgie?”

George nodded proudly. “Figured you’d need your coffee first thing in the morning.”

You enveloped him in a warm hug. “Oh, you know me so well.”

George rolled up his sleeves. “I‘ll get it set up,” he offered.

“And I’ve procured some wine for when you need a sleeping aid,” Fred added.

“Thank you,” you responded. “ Now I’ll have my morning and nights covered.”

Fred placed a hand on your shoulder and gently guided you away. “Let’s see Charlie’s room.”

You stiffened. How many times and to how many people were you going to have to explain this one? “It’s not his room.”

“Then what is it?” Fred queried innocently.

“It’s a guest bedroom.”

“We can debate the semantics of the love lair”—Fred had to suppress a laugh when your face contorted menacingly, and even George tried to stifle his laugh—“ but for now, give me and Georgie a tour of the this lovely place, will you?”

When the two jests had finally left after dinner, you closed the door and leaned against it. Fred and George’s footsteps faded with each passing second. You drew a deep breath. After the initial onslaught of visitors, being alone felt splendid. 

You lit a candle and began drawing a bath when you returned to the bathroom. Stripped away were the comforts of Dobby’s aid and you were left alone to your devices. You were off to a good start and you were going to prove you could manage just fine. You submerged yourself in the hot water to wash the grime and the weight of workweek away. 

When you were clean and dry, you slipped into a silk nightgown, the one with thin straps that hung over your shoulders and whose hem just covered your thighs. It was by far the comfiest because of how little material there was. You walked into the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of water but not without admiring your space shrouded in moonlight first. The only thing keeping you from touching a blanket of stars were your windows. The flowers you’d received from the move-in were still in full bloom, the steel from George’s espresso machine gleamed, and your couch was plush and cozy. 

It was lovely and inviting. You didn’t regret moving out at all, no matter how difficult the circumstances were initially.

“So this is what freedom feels like,” you hummed. You loved the feeling of wearing and doing anything you wanted—you were the master of the house. 

You then ambled back to your bedroom. You set the glass down and walked over to the window to appreciate another view of the city—something you didn’t get back at home. Your eyes found the dome structure of King’s Cross station immediately. Hues of yellow and magenta surrounded the space to guide passengers and it stuck out like a sore thumb in the silence of the night.

You shut your curtains and crawled into bed.  You wondered how Charlie was doing, if his train was timely and if the ride was comfortable. As you fell asleep, you hoped the answer was ‘yes, it was.’

You didn’t know what time it was when a light roused you. Your mind was still clouded with sleep and you had just the slightest bit of consciousness. A weak beam of light seeped out from below the bathroom door. You heard the running of the tap and the bristling of a toothbrush on teeth. 

When the bathroom light flickered off, a new one flickered on. This one was more faint, further from you. 

“Wow.” 

That was all you heard before the second light shut off. You were far too deep in sleep to inquire about what you were seeing or hearing. Probably ghosts of Charlie floating about, taunting you and luring you into wicked, unthinkable dreams. 

When you fully roused in the morning, you rubbed your eyes. The feeling of complete rest tingled pleasantly in your body. You walked over to the window where blackout curtains shielded you from the sunlight. You swung them open and let the light filter in, illuminating every crevice of your new bedroom. You walked into your washroom to brush your teeth, wash your face, and to tame your hair. 

Remembering that George had generously gifted you an espresso machine, you hurried out of your room to get a sip of that sweet substance. 

The first thing you saw when you exited your bedroom was a black topcoat hanging from the rack. Below it, mounted by the wall, was a pair of slightly scuffed leather boots. Fred and George left with all their belongings, so the coat and shoes couldn’t have been theirs. Your heart skipped a beat and fear consumed your body: there was an intruder in the house. 

The most rational thing to do would be to bolt out the front door and to call security for help and enlist someone more qualified to dispose of the intruder. But pride got the best of you, and you decided you weren’t a damsel in distress who needed saving anymore. It could’ve been Fred or George coming back to play an elaborate prank on you. And when you fell for it, they’d never let you live it down. And the concierge would never let in an unauthorized visitor, so yes, obviously, there was nothing to worry about. 

The only issue was that your wand was in the living room, shredding any chance of self -defence. Instead, you grabbed a metal shoe horn and tiptoed quietly down the hall to the kitchen where you could hear sounds of someone being there: a barstool squeaking, the kettle steaming, and some humming. The bass notes of a man’s voice wasn’t clicking in your memory. Now, you were starting to doubt it was Fred or George.

It was too late to retreat. “Get back!” you yelled with ferocity. You hated to admit, but you’d squeezed your eyes shut so you were waving a shoe horn aimlessly. How you passed Defence Against the Dark Arts was a mystery indeed.

When you heard nothing, and felt no signs of you being murdered, you opened your eyes.

This was no thief or intruder.

It was Charlie.

He playfully threw up both his arms in surrender, teabag in one hand, and pretended to fall backwards, tailbone digging into the kitchen counter. 

You set down your weapon. “What are you doing here?”

He flicked the tag off his tea bag with his thumb, then let out a low whistle. “I think the question you mean to ask is, what are you wearing?”

Charlie’s question echoed in your head as embarrassment stirred up inside you. What were you wearing, exactly?

You looked down for the answer: a thin-strapped silk dress that barely covered your shoulders and thighs. Well, all that while brandishing your favourite accessory: the shoe horn.

“Is that how you win your duels? By distracting your opponent?” he asked. 

You were so infatuated and caught up with the idea of independence that you had forgotten that Charlie had a key and that he was staying over. Combined with the adrenaline of thinking that there was someone in the house, you might as well have had amnesia. His presence did corroborate with the lights and voices you heard last night. Oh shit, come to think of it, he did warn you he was coming over before he departed on Wednesday, but in the mess of things like his and Bill’s untimely appearance and Alicia’s fervent teasing, you’d forgotten.

“This is just what I sleep in!” You were in a right state. Panicked, you tried to make fun of him. Maybe he would lose some of that unbreakable composure. “Don’t you sleep in the same thing? If the rumours are true, that is.”

Charlie chuckled lowly, his laughter rising in volume. “Are you seriously asking me what I sleep in?” he responded. “(Y/N), your mind is a literal cesspool.”

You didn’t want to give off the impression of being embarrassed, so you walked on into the kitchen like nothing happened. “I think I know the answer, based on your deflection,” you mumbled as you settled in the spot beside him. “You can sleep in whatever you like, Charlie, I won’t judge you.”

“I was going to say I often wear much less,” he added in a husky half-whisper by your earlobe.

Oh.

You hand squeezed the metal handle of the espresso portafilter. The coffee wasn’t going to be the only thing steaming in here. You didn’t dare turn your head. You could imagine the handsome smirk at the things he was making you think: Charlie and his naked torso covered in a sheen of sweat, languidly moving under the covers, each hard ridge of muscle skimming the sheets… “Well, that’s just dandy for you, isn’t it?”

“Do I detect a trace of sarcasm?” Charlie pouted, looking down at you. He gave you a nudge. “Need I remind you that you asked me first?”

You kept your mouth shut and fiddled with the top of the espresso grinder instead. It didn’t come off easily, so you tried to pry it off with your nail. When it felt like the grinder was going to take off your nail instead, you gave up.

“Have you made coffee before?” Charlie questioned. His larger hand enveloped the top and twisted it off with ease. 

You seethed silently. 

Charlie continued, unbothered by your lack of response: “I was thinking we could grab breakfast first and discuss how to use the espresso machine after.”

Charlie’s offer was sounding pretty scrumptious. You needed a jolt of caffeine stat if you were going to make it through the rest of the day. 

“Fine,” you conceded quickly, shutting the machine off. “Lead the way.”

“Are you going to get changed first?” Charlie snickered. “It’s a bit nippy for that little number, isn’t it?”

You grabbed the shoehorn from the island. “If you aren’t careful, this shoehorn will meet your head.”

His mouth twisted in a way that made your heart flutter. “Whoa, you’re pretty intimidating for someone so small.”

Beautiful, crooked words.

“I’m really not just saying it for show,” you warned. 

Charlie stepped back, face full of feigned fear. “I’ll believe it.”

You huffed and turned around.

“When I see it,” he added quickly.

You nearly stomped back to your room to change.

“So, if I am staying over Friday night, I’d like to keep some eggs in the fridge and bread in the pantry, at the very least. I get pretty peckish right after I wake up.”

Charlie was explaining his terms and conditions to you on the way back from the cafe where you enjoyed a breakfast sandwich and a coffee. You were grateful you kept your attire simple—a white shirt over some flowy culottes and a trench coat—because you would’ve felt ridiculous setting foot into a homey family establishment dressed otherwise. Charlie even had a long chat with the owners, a married couple in their late sixties who’d insisted on your meal being on the house. 

After breakfast, you’d forgiven him for his teasing and stopped by the grocers to pick up some pantry staples. Charlie cradled a paper bag in one arm and looped a bag of tangerines around the other. Despite all this grocery juggling, he held the door for you as you made your way to the lift and continued to talk about his favourite topic: breakfast.

“Of course you can,” you replied.

“I appreciate you being alright with it. After all, there’s a decent amount of space in your fridge. Do you even cook?”

You reddened. “I only moved in two days ago. I haven’t had the time to—”

“Hm.” He cocked his head as the lift ascended. “Not much of an excuse given the rest of the space looks so furnished.”

“Fred and George came over for dinner last night with takeaway,” you retorted.

Charlie made a strangled noise. “I wasn’t invited?”

“You were at Hogwarts,” you reminded him.

He laughed. “It’s the thought that counts. The notion of me being invited. I thought you Malfoys were all about keeping up appearances.”

“You seem to know very little, Charlie,” you said as you opened the door, “about Malfoys.”

“You’re killing me today, (Y/N),” he said. He set his paper bag down and began organising his purchases on the island. “I didn’t take you to be so mean.”

You froze midway through taking off your trench coat. “I am not mean.”

He placed a carton of eggs in the icebox. “So, so, mean.”

You opened your mouth to say something but your words caught in your throat. You decided not to entangle yourself in the web that was Charlie’s teasing though it felt nice that he was so concentrated on you, and that he kept the conversation going. You sauntered over to the bookshelf instead and plucked out one of Madame Millicent’s books. You turned to the page you’d bookmarked, knee-deep in learning how to knead the most buttery and flaky pie crust. It would’ve been a really mundane topic, but this Millicent woman used such vivid descriptors that you could practically taste the decadence in your mouth. 

“What’s this?” Charlie asked, walking towards the sectional.

“Something I’m reading for a book club.” Oh, shit. You really had to get going on those Madame Millicent books. The date for the afternoon tea was fast approaching and each second brought you closer to a due date of less than a week. 

“Hm.” Charlie plucked a book out from beside the empty space, flipped to a random page, and began reading aloud. “Create a vacuum around his appendage. Use your tongue to stroke the tip of him. This is his most sensitive region. Make sure to gently lap any juices. Remember to engage in eye contact with him. Your eyes will be his undoing.” Charlie looked up. “Did you know that, (Y/N)? You may be on your knees or writhing under him, but you are the temptress with control, he is your subordinate.

You blanked out and blinked at Charlie. “What?”

“Is this what you’re discussing at your book club?” Charlie asked, handing you the book. His fingers touched the header. “Oral sex in flowery prose?”

You frowned. “You made that up.”

“I didn’t, but I’m flattered you think I write so well.”

You grabbed the book from him and looked to where he had been narrating from. To your horror, these were the exact words he’d read, except the addition of your name when he tried to get your attention. “I didn’t know it was about… this. It was supposed to be about female empowerment.” You looked at the book you were initially reading, confusion splayed all over your face. “Or at least her first title was?”

You skimmed your fingers over the textured spine where ‘Madame Millicent: Pleasing the Patriarchy’ was deeply embroidered. Well, this radiated a completely different persona than ‘Madame Millicent: Maître de la Maison.”

“Of course you didn’t, Miss Malfoy,” Charlie said with a snicker. “Wait until your father hears about what you’re reading now that you live all alone.”

You scoffed. “Actually, my mother was the one who recommended it.”

Charlie cleared his throat very audibly. “I’m sorry, what?”

You nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact with him.

Charlie shook his head. “Not the fair maiden, Narcissa Malfoy. She would never muddle her name with such sacrilegious affairs.” He stopped when a new train of thought struck him. “But that’d give our mothers a mutual topic to talk about, if they ever met.”

You eyed him curiously. Was he implying the saintly Molly Weasley indulged in erotica? Feeling awkward, you continued to talk about the book club.

“Well, Charlie,” you started, about to shatter his misconceptions about your mother.  “My mother is part of the book club that Madame Millicent is speaking at next week. She’s invited me as well, hence why I’m reading her titles. And you’ll find that lonely housewives adore books like these.”

“Seriously?” Charlie’s eyes lit up delightfully. “You get to meet the temptress in person?” he asked excitedly. “Can I come, too?”

“Why would you want to do that?” You snapped your book shut. “There won’t be a single man there.”

“Why, (Y/N), because I’m extremely well-read. And I care deeply for female empowerment, especially in the brazen manner Madame Millicent portrays it.”

You cocked your head and narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. “Really?” You shook the book he was holding. “Or just this title in particular?”

He eyed you curiously, a smirk spreading across his face. “I’ll have all these titles finished by next week.”

“You shouldn’t overestimate your ability to read through all this, it’s quite a bit.”

“Oh, I know my limits,” Charlie affirmed. “I’ll see you at this afternoon tea.”

“You really read through it all?” you asked Charlie, voice thick with doubt, as you walked on the cobblestone entrance. 

Tea was to be hosted this afternoon at a venue your mother had written to you about. It was such a lovely place, green and whimsical, and its dreamy appearance befit its claim as a popular wedding destination. Evergreen shrubs, touched with the slightest amount of morning dew and rain, lined the path you and Charlie were taking. It had rained earlier this morning when the both of you were getting dressed in your apartment. 

“(Y/N),” Charlie started. “We read all day yesterday. All day. You didn’t even let me take a washroom break.”

That was true. He’d gotten back from Hogwarts late Friday evening, slipped into his room, and woke up before you to work the espresso machine for the two of you. Then, you got right to it. You had both claimed the opposite ends of the sectional and read through the rest of the titles in preparation for today. Charlie seemed content to spend his Saturday with you, and you were elated when he nestled into the couch and made no plans to leave. He did head back late Saturday evening to the Burrow, but came back this morning to dress for the event. 

You had Charlie for a full weekend, and you couldn’t suppress a smile at the thought of it.

“I had to oversee you reading the other two titles,” you teased. “Seeing you were so affixed on Pleasing on Patriarch.”

”It’s what I know best. I’m sure Millicent and I will have colourful discussions on it.”

You were received by a dapper little house elf in a bowtie at the front door who guided you through the hallway inside the mansion, then helped you down the back down some stone steps, before leading you into the gardens. It didn’t seem sensible or at all seasonable for afternoon tea to be hosted outside this time of year, but a warming spell that arced across the pavilion kept the women at the round table warm. The trees were blazing with hues of red and orange, nearly ready to shrivel and die as soon as the temperature dipped any further. At least they provided some colour in contrast to the dull, grey skies. 

“How are you feeling? Cold?” Charlie asked. He fiddled with the collar of your tweed cardigan that you’d layered over a long dress.

You perked quickly at his concern for you and the brush of his finger near your neck. His touch was the only thing that was shiver-inducing. “I feel fine. What about you?”

”I’m at the perfect temperature,” he said as he adjusted his suit. He was wearing an outfit a touch toned down from when you had dinner with your parents. While you liked his bedhead and the mess of curls that he usually sported, you had to admit that he was unusually beautiful when he tamed his hair. It drew attention to the sharp juts of his jaw and cheekbones that were usually hidden.

The two of you continued down the steps and the further you got, the more the stunning set up came into view. A round table was constructed in the centre of the gardens. A tablecloth decorated in rich autumn hues—deep red and gold—draped over it. The centrepiece which consisted of candles, pumpkins, and a leafy wreath snaked around the middle.

“Charlie!”

You both looked up.

This voice did not belong to your mother. It didn’t belong to anyone you were particularly familiar with.

But when a grey-haired woman stood up, you could pinpoint exactly who’d called.

“Mrs. Cromwell!” Charlie responded first.

“Cecile!” she yelled in cheery correction, still a ways away from the base of the steps. She lifted herself from the chair, gloved hands by her side to help with her balance, and ambled as quickly as her old age would take her to where you and Charlie were standing. Charlie, not wanting an elderly lady to walk unsteadily to him, ran over and you followed. Cecile gracefully extended her arm as if pulling him over. Time had softened her bones and compressed some cartilage, and she seemed very, very small next to Charlie. “Remember me?”

“How could I forget?” Charlie chuckled, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. Cecile giggled at his show of chivalry. 

As the twosome continued their conversation, you caught your mother beckoning you over with a glance. You left Charlie and Cecile and shuffled over.

“Why did you bring him?” Narcissa whispered, pulling you in by the arm. “I thought I made the invitation exclusive to you.”

“I informed you in a letter, mother,” you rebutted. 

“And I responded saying there were no extra seats at this function. It is extremely exclusive, (Y/N).” Narcissa’s tone was sharp and stern. “Charlie absolutely cannot be accommodated.”

“Okay,” you said. “Then I’ll leave.”

”You are not leaving,” Narcissa insisted in a harsh whisper. “Madame Millicent is expecting you.”

You looked back up to where Mrs. Cromwell was leading Charlie back to the round table, a funny sight indeed seeing that Charlie had no issues ambulating, but Mrs. Cromwell was roleplaying a nurse supporting an elderly patient at St Mungos.

“Mrs. Cromwell certainly seems to want him here,” you muttered through your teeth. “She’d happily let him take her place.”

Narcissa let out a long, hopeless sigh, and her hands lifted to rub at her temples. “I kindly ask you to ask him to leave.”

”But—”

“Good afternoon, ladies,” a voice called out from the back of the house. Twelve heads spun around to the lady standing at the top of the steps. She was short, slightly stocky in nature, and cloaked in beautiful deep purple robes. Her greying hair was pulled back into a bun on the top of her head. Her features were foxy and homely, and if you didn’t have the context that you did as to who she was, you’d never have guessed she was Madame Millicent. 

Her house elf scrambled in front of her. “Ladies,”—he glanced at Charlie—“and gentleman, may I present to you, Madame Millicent?”

Everyone at the table stood up as Millicent proceeded down the same steps you and Charlie had just taken.  

“Who do we have here?” Millicent called out, fixated on Charlie whose arm now permanently belonged to Mrs. Cromwell.

”Charlie Weasley, madame.”

”Weasley?” she questioned with a quirk of a well-groomed eyebrow. “Now, where have I heard that before?”

Your breath caught.

Narcissa gave you a pointed look and shook her head slowly. If Madame Millicent hated the Weasleys a fraction of the amount your parents did, you’d truly come to regret inviting Charlie.

”Now I know why that sounds so familiar!” Millicent exclaimed suddenly, clapping her hands together with glee. “Molly Weasley. Is that your mother?”

Charlie nodded. “Yes.”

”Such a small world we live in, don’t we?” Millicent continued. “She came to my last book signing and we had a chat about my recipes that lasted over an hour. Such a lovely woman, so lovely. I reckon I’ll be looking to her for advice on homemaking for my next book. A powerful woman, too, raised seven kids, if I remember correctly, and put them all through school.” She looked up Charlie up and down. “She forgot to mention how handsome her son was.” 

“Handsome? Wait until you see my older brother,” Charlie said, brushing off a compliment for the first time you’d witnessed.

Charlie’s comment certainly piqued Mrs. Cromwell’s interest. She looked up at him with an inquisitive look while Millicent did a quick assessment of the available seats and frowned.

“Well, that just won’t do,” Millicent tutted. “Gibbly, fetch me another seat for Mr. Weasley. He can be seated right next by me.”

Gibbly, Millicent’s house elf, dashed back inside the house to retrieve a chair. You and Narcissa just looked on with astounded expressions (like mother, like daughter). Neither of you expected Millicent would be so taken by Charlie. 

“You could’ve given me that honour, Millie,” Mrs. Cromwell huffed with a displeased expression. “I wouldn’t mind sitting next to him.” When Millicent just smiled, you relaxed. It must’ve been an old joke between friends, you reckoned. 

After Charlie was seated, tea had made its rounds. You stirred your earl grey with trepidation, knowing your mother was looking on, ensuring you were following good tea etiquette. You’d stirred for close to two minutes, preoccupied with trying to catch a glimpse of Charlie. You were seated left of Narcissa, so six seats from Charlie which was six seats too far and at a very odd angle. 

“I want to get to know the unfamiliar faces in this room. Would you mind introducing yourself, love?” Millicent was staring at you.

You set your spoon down. “I’m (Y/N) Malfoy,” you said. “I’m Narcissa’s daughter. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

“Of course, I should’ve known,” Millicent said with a smile. “I can see your mother in you, but you take after your father so well.” 

You almost retched. 

Then, she turned to Charlie. “And what brings you here today, Charlie? I don’t recall seeing your name on the guest list.”

“Actually, (Y/N) was the reason I came today.”

Millicent leaned in. “Really?”

“Her interest in your writing rubbed off on me,” Charlie explained. “I was thrilled to have the opportunity to meet you in person. Take it as you will, but I was quite literally on my knees to be here today.”

You squinted. Was that… a patch of red spreading on Millicent’s cheeks?

“Well,” Millicent chirped happily. “Let’s start our discussions then.”

The first part of the discussion focussed on her first two titles, Maître de La Maison and Tips for the Domesticated Witch. Women around the table praised her recipes and how the results were always a hit with all their guests at functions they hosted. You nibbled quietly at a cucumber sandwich as the conversation droned on, having nothing of substance to offer. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed very interested, and even asked questions: “Millicent, precisely, how important is the bain-marie method for a perfect cheesecake?”

“Now,” Millicent said suddenly with a clap. “Let’s move on to what I know you ladies are really here for.”

A wave of giggles chorused through the pavilion. You looked to your mother for solidarity, but she remained tight-lipped and looked displeased. Well, there was only one last book left to discuss…

“I wish I could’ve attended an earlier session, but I was touring Northern Europe for the release of Pleasing the Patriarchy all summer. I’m delighted to be back in England to discuss my latest bestseller with you.”

“And I wish Chuck was still here to witness all my learnings through that book,” Mrs. Cromwell added in a serious tone. “You couldn’t have finished that book any earlier, Millie?” Her quip earned a round of subdued laughs. 

“Well, as I say to every woman, it’s never too late,” Millicent assured. “I reckon a steady dose of intercourse will keep all of us healthy and young on all accounts.”

”Trust me, I know,” Mrs. Cromwell said. “But I find men my age are so selfish and well-worn in their ways. I’m from a cursed generation where a woman’s pleasure was always secondary to her husband’s.”

“And it’s so awful,” Millicent agreed. “But you’re a crafty woman, Cecile. You must know a way around such a dated practice.”

Mrs. Cromwell made a face like the answer was obvious. “Of course, I only entertain the younger men now.”

An unabashed chorus of laughter erupted from the table this time. Mrs. Cromwell sent a wrinkled wink at Charlie, who smiled back. 

“Speaking of younger men,” Madame Millicent changed the topic and looked to Charlie, “It’s fate that we have one of those here today. What do you think of the advice laid out in my latest release?”

“You’re still talking about Pleasing the Patriarchy, correct?” Charlie repeated.

“Yes.” Millicent nodded. “I’ve consulted a fair share of men as preliminary research, but I’m curious as to what you think of it, the feasibility and authenticity of the tips, that is, if you could comment on both.”

“Well,” Charlie started, leaning back in his seat, “I reckon your advice is fabulous, very feasible. You’ve really captured the steps precisely. Put it in better words than I ever could.”

“Hm.” Millicent seemed mighty proud of herself. “And have you been able to integrate these tips in the bedroom?”

“Ah,” Charlie stalled, his breath catching in his throat in another historical first. What happened to the ever-so-confident Charlie Weasley you’ve come to know? He cast you a quick glance. You imagined his hesitation was due to the fact that your mother was right beside you, and he was being lightly coerced to talk about his sex life despite keeping things as vague as possible until this point. The only people in the room who knew about you and Charlie were your mother and Mrs. Cromwell; you weren’t certain Millicent or the twelve others had connected the dots.  

If Narcissa weren’t here, he might’ve been more adventurous in his answer. He shifted his attention back to Millicent in a flash; the untrained eye wouldn’t have sensed any hesitation. “Of course. I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity for self-improvement.”

“How considerate of you,” Mrs. Cromwell added with a dreamy, longing sigh. 

“Very much so,” solidified Millicent.

“Millicent, what do we do if our husbands are so consumed in their work at the Ministry that they won’t even pay us the time of day when they get home?” a younger woman in her thirties, draped in a dark teal shawl, piped up. Her seat-mate nodded in agreement. “I don’t even have the opportunity to practise anything I read. I’m so terribly frustrated, Millicent.”

“Sadly, that’s not out of the ordinary,” Millicent consoled, sympathy written on her face. “Has he always been so detached, Anna?”

“Ever since we’ve started living together, it’s as if the passion has faded.”

Millicent nodded. “Through my research, there are a number of things that decimate passion in the bedroom: children, work, and moving in together. When you move in together, you sacrifice the feelings of excitement and mystery that fuelled the passion and intimacy at the beginning of your relationship. We tend to absorb our roles as homemaker or a mother and less of a sexual partner.”

Anna sighed.

“Charlie, do you live alone?” Millicent queried. 

“I live with (Y/N),” Charlie answered without missing a beat. “Most days, anyways.”

Millicent’s mouth rounded. Mrs. Cromwell leaned in suspiciously at this revelation. Likely, her head was whirring around the fact that you spent time with Charlie in the bedroom. 

“And if you’re comfortable sharing,” Millicent asked in such a delicate but firm manner that you know she’d definitely prodded like this before, “what fluctuations in your physical relationship have you experienced since moving in?”

“I reckon everything’s stayed the same,” Charlie mused, his eyes brooding in deep thought, “or honestly, at an increased frequency.”

Both you and your mother immediately turned as red as the sugar-glazed strawberries on the tart on the serving tray. Your mother coughed, the insinuation that Charlie had punched into the conversation—that you and him had sex—interfering with her ability to masticate. You buried your head down to evade curious glances and looked down at the table cloth. Wow, has crocheting always yielded such beautiful results?

Millicent leaned her face into the palms of her hand. “Why do you think that is?”

“Well, as you said, we shouldn’t forget our roles as partners. And with a partner so beautiful, it’s not hard.”

You were mortified. You thought about asking Gibbly to help you dig a hole into the ground so you could block out all the chatter about your fictitious sex life.

“Well, my love,” Millicent redirected her attention to Anna, “here’s what I think you can do to bring back the spark in the bedroom….”

An hour later, afternoon tea was nearing an end. Gibbly cleared out the trays and teacups as you followed the other woman on the trail back into the manor. Charlie stood back with Mrs. Cromwell by a gate. This old woman and her spindly claws just weren’t going to let go of him! Your eyes followed his body as he leaned down, almost on his knees to listen to what she was whispering to his ear, a corner of his mouth pulled up in handsome amusement. 

‘She’s probably inviting him to her bed!’ you thought. 

“(Y/N),” Narcissa called, gently pulling at your arm. “Let’s go somewhere private to have a chat.”

“Sure,” you responded, walking with your mother northward but eyes still on Charlie southward. 

As you walked, you felt a sharp tug on your heart when Anna skipped over, teal dress grazing the grass, to join in on Charlie and Mrs. Cromwell’s conversation. Charlie’s smile was as friendly as ever as he chatted with a married woman who’d loudly and publicly announced she was lonely—practically a mating call if you’d ever heard one. He couldn’t be so deaf or stupid to ignore that, could he? 

You felt forgotten even though Charlie made such a grand display of you being his partner.

You almost tripped over a divot in the ground, but you couldn’t stop staring at what was unfolding behind you. It reminded you of his chummy conversation with Mallory at the bar, him never brushing off Mrs. Cromwell’s forward advances, Millicent praising his looks and asking him invasive questions, and now Anna giggling at him. If he could be so forthcoming with all these random women in front of you, how many of them was he charming behind your back? All while crawling his way to sharing the same apartment as you?

But it didn’t matter, did it? Your chest felt heavy at the realization that he wasn’t doing anything immoral or wrong. If you were together, you’d be well within your rights to be suspicious. Factually, you were the one who tangled him in this ruse, and the only credit you could give yourself was that it got a little more complicated and spindly than you could handle. So, you forced yourself to swallow the apprehension about the women in Charlie’s life the best you could. 

Narcissa led you over to a more secluded part of the garden where only the trees could hear your conversation. And you were going to be glad for it. 

“Is it true?” Narcissa prodded.

“What’s true?”

“What Charlie said?”

“He said a lot of things,” you reminded her. “But yes, mother, the bain-marie method will yield a better-tasting cheesecake.” 

“No,”—Narcissa shook her head—“about your sexual activity.”

“Mother!” you exclaimed in a whisper. You leaned out to make sure Charlie hadn’t come any closer. “I’d prefer if we discussed it later, or never at all, especially as it was already dissected in front of everyone.”

“I understand,” she said. “It’s a difficult topic, but I regret not sitting you down when you were younger, I truly do, (Y/N). It was a failure on my part. I had your father talk to Draco about these matters, but I need to make sure you’re taking care of your reproductive health before something unwanted happens.

“Of course I am!” you promised. “You needn’t worry about it.” Because we aren’t in a relationship. We aren’t having sex.

You wanted out of here. This conversation and the charades that followed didn’t feel exciting anymore. It now felt empty and wrong. It was a chore, trying to keep in line with what Charlie had announced, and you were certain he didn’t put a single care behind his words to you. 

“Well, it would give me peace of mind if you made an appointment with our Healer. There are many options for contraception nowadays, much more than when I was a young witch.”

“Contra—”

“It doesn’t have to be at the first appointment, but Healer Tousignant will go over your options and you should take some time to decide what works best for you. I promise, she is excellent at what she does. And I won’t ask anything of it afterwards.”

You skimmed through all the options in your head. If you refused Narcissa’s offer, you’d be subject to more questions about your sexual health, and who knows what inopportune place she’d choose to talk about it next? In front of your cousins during Christmas in Switzerland? In the middle of Diagon Alley? At dinner where Draco and your father would be present?

If you just accepted the appointment, you could conceal the fact you weren’t in Charlie’s bed (despite a naughty crevice of your brain that controlled your dreams hoping you were). 

A dull pain interlaced with the beat of your heart at the possibility of that person not being you. Reality told you it wasn’t going to be. It could be Mallory, Mrs. Cromwell, Millicent, Anna— 

“Fine,” you agreed with a forced smile. “Tell me when, and I’ll be there.”

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[botanicalsword]

Slow-burn love • Astro observations (Synastry / Composite)

Slow-burn love takes time to grow but deeply roots itself in the hearts and minds of couple.

Intimacy is not a sudden burst of energy, but rather a gradual flame that is nurtured through the cultivation of shared values, vulnerability, respect, and authenticity over time.

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This is just my personal take from what I've seen and been through. The compatibility depends on how the two aspects play off each other.

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11H synastry • Venus in 11H

Sun in 4H, 11H synastry

Mars in 10H synastry

Pluto in 7H in composite

Stellium in Composite : 6H , 9H, 11H

Earth elements stellium

Capricorn placement in composite

Taurus placement in personal planet

Juno / Neptune aspect

Mars / Venus aspect

Mars / Uranus aspect

❥ Pluto in 7H in composite

The combination can create a secretive and captivating story.

Pluto represents secrets and mystery, as it holds the deepest aspects, the secret spaces, and the hidden motivations. When Pluto falls in the 7th House of a composite or synastry chart, it indicates that the relationship between two people has a naturally deep tone to it.

This yearns for depth, intensity, and serious exploration into all the ways of being in a long-term close partnership. Such a relationship seeks to resolve any and all wounds in the relationship and develop a truly interdependent relationship filled with wholeness for each person as well as the relationship itself.

Pluto in the 7th House can signify that the relationship is shrouded in secrecy and filled with hidden desires and motivations. This can create a sense of forbidden love, as the intense emotions and deep connections between the couple may be perceived as taboo by others. The slow burn of the relationship may also add to the tension, as the couple navigates the complex layers of their feelings for one another.

Ultimately, the relationship has the potential to be transformative, as the couple delves deep into the inner workings of themselves and their relationship to create a strong and lasting bond.

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❥ Capricorn placement in composite

The key aspects emphasized in this context are cooperation, results-driven approach, behavior awareness, inner values, and hard work. The focus is on cultivating a work environment where individuals work together towards achieving common goals and objectives. This requires a high level of collaboration, communication, and mutual respect.

The relationship between colleagues is akin to that of work buddies, where they support each other in achieving their targets. If their aspects allowed, it will be a colleagues to lovers relationship.

They are expected to be aware of their behavior and its impact on others. They are encouraged to develop their inner values which are reflected in their actions and decisions. Hard work is highly valued and recognized as a key driver of success.

The foundation of a successful work buddy relationship is built on trust. This is established through promises made and commitments upheld. When they deliver on their promises and fulfill their commitments, they demonstrate their reliability and build trust with their colleagues. This, in turn, creates a positive relationship where they feel valued, respected, and motivated to perform at their best.

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❥ Taurus placement in personal planet

Taurus has a peaceful and harmonious influence from Venus, which reflects in their approach to love and relationships. Their love language is expressed through a serene and natural demeanor, where they quietly take care of their loved ones. They do not prefer extravagant displays of affection or grand romantic gestures, but instead, they show their love through practical actions and gestures.

Taurus is known for their refined taste and appreciation for quality over quantity. They prefer simple, yet sophisticated experiences that hold meaning and value, over superficial and lavish ones. They have an eye for beauty, whether it is in nature, music, or art. They are not drawn to luxury for the sake of it, but rather as a way to enhance their enjoyment of life.

Stability, security, and comfort are highly valued by Taurus in their relationships. They seek a partner who shares their values and is willing to forge a strong and long-lasting connection based on trust, respect, and authenticity.

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Houses show areas of life impacted and aspects describe the effect and compatibility.

To determine if the connection will work, consider the full chart.

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[hyunverse]

boyfriend activities ♡⊹ stray kids

stray kids ot8 x reader.

genre — fluff, headcanons.

note — requests are open!! feedback is highly appreciated & this is a collab with user @ariesfiey and by collab i mean we giggled about this in our dorm room. also u can kind of see who's my bias frm this. . . lol

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of boyfriend who'd love late night drives. life in the dorm could be hectic, adding on his work load too. . . ? so much stress. there are times when he needs quiet time, resulting to you receiving a text from him — saying something along the lines of: "pick you up in ten, feeling like going on a late night drive right now." the air-conditioner would be at the right temperature, music at the right volume. in case it gets a little too cold for you, do not fret, he always has an extra jacket hung on the seat for you. he has a playlist specially for late night drives with you, filled with sensual songs that remind him of you. lots of the neighbourhood and cigarettes after sex in the playlist. as chan drives, you could hear the tapping of his pointer against the steering. he'd go for a drive-thru at mcdonalds as well, for nuggets and ice cream. you don't have to worry about a thing, just sit still and pretty beside him and sing along with him. on nights when the stars are exceptionally bright, he'd park at a field and drag you to lay down on grass. stargazing with him is always nice — simply laying in silence as cicadas sing, basking in the warmth of his body beside yours. he's a sucker for holding hands as well, so you'll never feel your hands get cold.

LEE KNOW. . . would take you cafe-hunting. it's a known fact that minho's the kind to be eager to visit famous cafes. he's not a fan of tiktok but ever since you mentioned the abundance of cafe content on tiktok, he downloaded it solely to look at cafe reviews. he'd even go to the lengths of reading articles too. if you ever look at his google bookmarks, it's filled with articles of cafes he'd love to take you someday. while you're at it, check his notes app too — there's a folder entitled "y/n," full of places to visit with you and even your interests. if he wants to visit a particular place with you, he'd have to check if the place fulfills your likes and dislikes, wouldn't he? he wouldn't just take you to any trendy place, he'd double-check to ensure that the cafe serves the types of food you like, the scenery you enjoy. a lot of the cafes he takes you to have pretty backgrounds so he could snap beautiful pictures of you. minho's also the type of boyfriend to hold your doors and drag a chair out for you. a total gentleman. you wouldn't have to lift a finger with him — he'll plan the date, he'll do the reserving, he'll open the doors, hell, he's the one to swipe his credit card against the merchant. one of the cafes he'd take you to would definitely be a cat cafe. you and cats? heaven in earth for him. minho has special places he never shows anyone but you're an exception. he'd happily show you the spots he'd go to everytime life gets a little tough.

CHANGBIN. . . is a family person. the moment your relationship gets serious, don't be shocked to find out that he constantly talks about you to his family. changbin's family is everything to him, so he'd definitely let them know about the person he's currently dating. just three months in, and he's already inviting you to his family gatherings. (only if you're comfortable, of course!) if you get nervous, he'd gladly give you tips to win over his family's heart. when you help his mother out in the kitchen, he'd lean against the door frame in awe, watching his two favourite people work together. extra points if you bring a fruits basket for his family — you could visibly see him swoon even more for you. on the dinner table, you'll be shocked to hear his mother ask you questions about work, saying things like, "so i heard you just started a new job, how's it going?" it really shows that he truly talks about you to his family a lot. his mother even has a couple pictures of you two together in her phone, for her to show it off to other relatives.

HYUNJIN. . . thinks picnics is the most intimate activity ever. the thought and the care you'd have to put into having a picnic is a lot. he loves the process of having a picnic — from choosing a spot, preparing the food down to having it itself. he'd happily drive around to look for spots to have a picnic at, would save the location in his phone. usually, hyunjin would choose a spot with colorful flowers scattered across green grass. he's not one to wake up early in the morning but if you suggest a picnic at dawn then he's totally down. would be glad to be waken up early solely to help you prepare the food for the picnic. he's half-asleep on the kitchen counter seat while you make sandwiches but hey, the little snores he lets out is adorable. he thinks it's cheesy that you cut the sandwiches into heart shapes but you know he secretly adores it. if he hates it so much, he wouldn't take pictures of them to upload on bubble, would he? on days when hyunjin feels particularly fancy, he'd help you make a charcuterie board. he'd wake up early in the morning to take you grocery shopping, an airpod in his ear and the other in yours as you stroll down the aisles hand in hand in search of ingredients. he'd look for seedless grapes and the best tasting cheese. i can see him being excited to organize the ingredients onto a wooden platter, would even request you to pop the grapes into his mouth like he's some sort of king. hyunjin would also pack his sketch book and art supplies. he'd make you pose and paint a portrait of you. the reward you'll get is kisses in between the painting session. if you're the artsy type, he'd definitely ask you to paint him too, wants to see how you perceive him. he finds you so pretty when he slips a flower in your hair (or your hijab!) homeboy would take a gazillion pictures of you on his camera. when neither of you feel like painting, he'd write love poems. he'd write the most endearing verses about you — how he thinks you're the most enchanting person he's ever met. sometimes, he'd take kkami along too! you'd end up laughing while watching him and his beloved puppy play fetch, it's like your own little family. picnics with hyunjin are always intimate, you could lay down on the blanket with him for hours.

HAN. . . is a homebody. lounging around in his room with you is sufficient for him. jisung doesn't mind repetitive routine, so much that it has become an unspoken routine for you to pop up by his door every wednesday only in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants which you stole ages ago. despite expecting your visit, he always has the biggest grin ever at the sight of your darling face. the automatic question you'll get everytime you show up is: "wanna order takeout?" the two of you already have your favourite restaurants' numbers in favourites. even the servers would already remember your names and usual orders. he loves holding you on the couch, bodies entangled while watching a tv show or a movie. jisung would totally try to get you into anime — would make you watch his favourite ones. i feel like he'd enjoy animes like jujutsu kaisen and attack on titan — you can't tell me his favourite character wouldn't be itadori yuji. don't fret, he'd take into account your suggestions as well. he had written the shows you and him plan to watch somewhere in his notes app. days when felix happen to be baking would be the best, he'd steal brownies from the younger, earning groans. oh! and if he finds out you watched a latest episode of a show without him, he'd turn all whiny. series of "you don't love me anymore," "you're a traitor!" would slip past his lips.

FELIX. . . is a baker through and through! everybody knows this boy unwinds by baking, and he'd happily bake with you! you never not have a good time with this boy, he's so passionate when it comes to baking. would send you recipes he wants to try, is even generous enough to share his brownies recipe with you. he'd stand behind you, one hand on your waist and the other on your hand as you mix the ingredients in a bowl. occasional flour fights, no doubt about it — so much fun that sometimes seungmin and jeongin would join in. you can send a recipe video on tiktok and he'd immediately reply by saying, "let's go!" the next thing you know, he sends you a picture of a grocery cart full of the ingredients required. loves baking cookies with you, to the point where he'd make ones with fun shapes. on days when you're stressed at work, you'll find a container of heart-shaped cookies along with a note on your office desk. isn't he the most precious angel? he'd suggest to bake extra too, to send to your family and friends :(( near the holidays, you two would have a gingerbread house competition. loser has to do the winner's laundry for a week! he'd get so competitive. expect him to be so focused, tongue poking out at the side of his mouth, piping bag tightly held in hand. so focused that even when you swipe some batter onto his cheek, he wouldn't notice. he'd decorate his gingerbread house so prettily, full of m&ms as festive lights and icing sugar as snow. he claims that it's your future house with him. felix would be such a darling boyfriend.

SEUNGMIN. . . is your typical english major. his love for books would infect you as well. an ideal date for him would be to bask in each other's company, a book in each one's hands. at times you'd read in his room, at a cafe or at a library. . . any peaceful place you can find. you'd be seated on his lap, head buried in his chest. he would be holding the book over your head, legs wrapped around your waist. reading dates become so often that you'd have a designated spot at your local library. it's a spot by a window sill, overlooking a lake, with two bean bags (though you usually share one) and a marble coffee table. even the librarian knows the two of you! coos everytime you walk in with him, hand wrapped around his pinky. after your reading sessions you'd walk to a cafe nearby to get donuts and coffees. i believe seungmin is one to dog-ear his pages and open the book as wide as he could. you can lecture him and get him bookmarks yet he wouldn't listen — in his opinion, how destroyed a book gets mirror how much he enjoyed reading it. this boy annotates his book too — thoughts scribbled onto pages, some words circled. the cutest thing is when you find certain scenes underlined, with "reminds me of y/n" written at the side. seungmin pretends to be unbothered but he's actually such a pining boyfriend at heart. he remembers your favourite genres, so it's not a shocker if he gifts you a book out of nowhere, without any special occasion. i also think that he would want to annotate one book together with you! your annotations would be in blue, his in black. it's nice to reread and see the annotations, they make him smile.

I.N. . . is a sucker for matching outfits! so much that he literally plans to match an outfit with you three days ahead of the planned date. some of the matching outfits you'd do is him in a green sweatshirt, while your skirt is the same colour. it's not the exact same outfit, it matches in a subtle yet obvious way. he gets so into matching outfits with you that he has a whole pinterest board dedicated to matching outfits inspiration. the name of the pinterest board would be some corny shit he would never admit to you. this man would quite literally lay out the clothes for you on your bed. all you'd have to do is to put them on. would want to do your make-up as well! you'd sit in front of him on the floor, legs criss-crossed as he dabs blusher onto your cheeks. puckers up his lips in order to make you pucker up yours, then would put on lipstick carefully. after you're done, be ready to twirl in front of him about a billion times. he just can't get enough of you! can't get enough of how beautiful you look in an outfit matching his, can't get over the pretty smile youd have plastered on your face. he's also the type to take mirror selfies with you. it's a must for him to have at least one mirror selfie with you everytime you coordinate clothes. would change his lockscreen to a different mirror selfie every week too. it's to the point where the boys would notice — jeongin gets teased for being damn whipped but he doesn't care. he enjoys doing it with you, anyway. also! sneaky pictures! jeongin would 100% sneakily take candid photos of you, for the times when he misses you. he'd adoringly stare at those photos. everytime he comes home from tour, he'd buy you clothes or souveniers that he thinks you'd like. he never takes off the matching rings he has with you either — it's embedded on his skin like a tattoo. jeongin's big on matching things and giving gifts — and he's not shy to let it be known.

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[tarotwithdanise]

10 reasons why you should love yourself

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ how to choose a pile? ✧ . ˚

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

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Pile one

You don't take bullsh*t from others.

Your opinion is way more matters for you rather than other people opinion of you now.

You are good at dancing.

You are highly connected to divine and spiritual realm.

You have a strong fighting spirit.

Cutting people off for you is like as if you were cutting a paper pad. Too easy.

You've got a brightest smile and pretty hands.

You prefer few friends rather than a bunch of friends who are just fake and plastic. Quality over quantity.

You always want to grow and learn from your mistakes.

You are brutally honest person.

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Pile two

You are good with arts, crafting, sewing, music or painting.

You are unique, feels like a weirdo from everyone else. (aquarius?)

You prefer old fashion rather than to keep up with the trends.

You have a peaceful and positive mindset.

You have a nice thighs.

You are passionate and hardworking about your work.

You always stay focus at your project, seems like you are perfectionist individual.

You are a great listener and advisor, probably someone who is there for everyone. A friend that can rely on with.

You are good at reading and observing people.

You are quite person but d*adly scary.

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Pile three

You love taking care of yourself, you prepare for your daily healthy foods and keep yourself hydrated everytime.

You are good at guiding other's, someone who can be a teacher, tarot reader or a leader itself.

You have a high respect for people especially for your parents.

Many people love you online or in real life.

You are grateful that God give and provide your everyday life. You are thankful that God has given you another chance to live again, to prove and improve yourself.

You love the sound of rain while reading your favorite book.

You like reading newspapers even though through online sites and watching documentaries.

The fears you are fearing before, you can deal with them now.

You are creative human, there's something new up and something incredible happening to your mind 24/7.

You finally learn how to say ‘no’ with those things and someone that you think won't serve you. You rather be hated for who you truly are rather than to be someone else who faked everything.

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Pile four

You are soft-hearted individual.

You have a sexy body.

You have this mindset - it's okay to cry then start to fight again for tomorrow and for your future.

You are determined and doesn't give up easily.

You know how to pampered yourself when you have money.

Even though you doesn't seems see yourself as a good leader atleast you always perceived yourself as great team player.

You know how to handle and organize your own time and things.

You think your ship doesn't yet come to the shore and so, you knew there's a lot of lessons for you to uncover in this lifetime.

You are someone who know themselves well, someone who knew that they have strengths, weakness, positive and negative traits about themselves. In short, you accept your own flaws.

You have a strong faith.

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Pile five

You are lucky and grateful about your life and about yourself.

You are kind to yourself and to others.

You are lovable individual, partner, son/daughter and best friend.

Type of person is not easy to get fooled and scammed.

You know how to discipline yourself about something or someone.

You can deal with your personal issues alone without the help of others. Maybe sometimes when you badly needed it.

You have this quote ‘loving yourself first before loving others’.

You know how to have fun and you know how to joke around with other people. You have a jolly and positive energy.

You have a perfect eyebrows?like even though you don't casually wear brows pencil.

You only have you in this world and you have your family.

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Pile six

You have unpredictable nature, that may lots of people wonder what were you thinking.

You are very secretive and mysterious individual.

You look good in every outfits and styles you wear.

You know how to forgive and forget others. But you don't give chances.

You have a great story and will, to share with people.

You have a beautiful and graceful ; soul, body and mind.

You know how to celebrate your own victory. You are happy in small things.

You are generous individual.

You usually have a good music and artist taste.

You know how to defend yourself in a bad situation.

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5th house through the signs

ARIES: You enjoy discovering new games and taking on innovative tasks, and you often take the initiative to try them out on your own. Your creativity is a major strength, allowing you to live in the present moment, even if your impulsiveness occasionally results in less-than-ideal outcomes. As a child, you were highly active and athletic, and that passion for movement and challenge continues into adulthood. You encourage your children to make the most of life and seize every opportunity, instilling them with bravery, strength, and competitiveness since they are highly influenced by Mars or Aries. When it comes to romance, you tend to be confident and forward, often taking the lead in flirting. The pursuit of someone you're interested in can be thrilling, but you may find that once the challenge is over, the attraction fades. You have a busy social life and a strong desire to enjoy life's finer things. You may have a competitive streak when it comes to spending time with family and friends, engaging in playful games and roughhousing. Many individuals will be drawn to you because of your strong physical appearance and powerful physical appeal.

TAURUS: You have an excellent eye for beauty and enjoy indulging in physical activities that bring you joy. Singing is one of your favorite pastimes, and you take your time to create and appreciate the finer things in life. Your childhood may have been filled with moments of relaxation and indulgence, leading you to prefer taking things slow when engaging in creative pursuits. Your nurturing nature comes to the fore when around children, and you may have high expectations of your own offspring, balanced with a kind and caring demeanor. You have a natural sensuality that attracts others to you effortlessly. Your steady and deliberate nature, has a magnetic effect that activates hormones in others. Although you may initially be drawn to a luxurious lifestyle, you may find yourself seeking new experiences once the initial excitement wears off. Your pleasant personality and positive outlook make you a popular presence in social settings. You are recognized for your artistic talents and creativity, earning admiration from peers who share your interests.

GEMINI: You have a curious and analytical mind, always seeking out new challenges and games to keep you sharp. When it comes to matters of the heart, you value communication and discovery, enjoying the process of forming intimate bonds with others. Your social life is lively and exciting, and people are drawn to your carefree and easygoing nature. You have a knack for logical and clear thinking, although emotional needs are not your top priority. It seems that a small family or no children may be in your future, but that doesn't stop you from finding success in various areas, such as stocks, bonds, newspapers, computer networks, and software. You have an appreciation for beauty and enjoy engaging your senses through hobbies and activities. In your free time, you like to unwind and take it easy. In a romantic relationship, you seek affection and a deep connection with someone who cares for you. While you may enjoy spoiling your loved ones with material possessions, you understand the importance of connecting on a personal level, especially with children who may have different personalities from yours.

CANCER: You have a huge heart for children and always want to ensure their safety and well-being. You prefer to approach things in a gentle and smooth manner rather than being rough or aggressive. Cooking and other creative hobbies bring you joy and allow your natural creativity to shine through. When you follow your instincts, you feel alive and truly present in the moment - trust your gut, it won't lead you astray! As a child, you may have been particularly sensitive and emotional, and sometimes felt like you were targeted because of it. But now, as an adult, you're fiercely protective of children and want to make sure they never have to experience any harm or hurt. If you have children, they may have Cancer placements or a strong Moon position, making them deep, intuitive, and reassuring. When you fall in love, you tend to be a bit shy at first because your feelings are so intense right off the bat. Your romantic interest will make you feel safe and protected, which makes you all the more attractive to others. When it comes to intimacy, you're open and passionate, and things can heat up pretty quickly! You have a strong emotional nature and are very attuned to the feelings of those around you. You take love seriously and can be hurt easily by insensitive people. Although you enjoy being social, you tend to keep your distance from casual affairs as you value deep connections with others.

LEO: You're someone who loves to have fun and enjoy life, especially when it comes to romance. You're playful and full of innovative ideas, which makes you a naturally gifted artist. You're highly expressive and entertaining, and you exude confidence in everything you do. As a child, you loved being in the spotlight, but you also know when it's important to step back and let others shine. You enjoy being around children and you love giving them opportunities to showcase their talents. When it comes to sexuality, you're not only confident, but a bit cocky too, since you know that anyone you find attractive likely feels the same way about you. But you're drawn to people who value trust just as much as you do. Although your heart flutters at the thought of love, you also know that sometimes the party has to come to an end. You have a large and diverse social circle, and you know how to turn any situation into a celebration. You're often flirtatious, but it's your proud and devoted attitude that attracts the opposite sex. In romance, you take a commanding position and are tenacious in pursuing your dreams. You also have a natural affinity for children and enjoy incorporating them into your life.

VIRGO: You’re the type who takes the time to plan everything before diving into games or pastimes. You also have a natural talent for troubleshooting and can be both impulsive and analytical. Plus, your creativity really shines when you're organizing things and planning exciting activities. As a child, you were probably quite a witty kid who loved to correct adults, and now as an adult, you're passionate about teaching children critical thinking skills. It's so cool that your children will likely share some of your unique qualities and provide you with valuable insights. When it comes to your relationships with others, you're a sensitive and humble person, especially when giving constructive criticism. Your humility is such a valuable asset, even if you don't always realize it. It's clear that you prioritize intellect over everything else, which can sometimes come across as analytical when it comes to relationships. Although you have a diverse group of friends, you're not one to follow the crowd to parties or social events. In matters of the heart, you tend to take a practical approach at first, but as things progress, you may develop a desire for something deeper. It's totally understandable that you have your own beliefs about how a relationship should unfold and that you apply them to your interactions with others. Overall, you're an analytical and meticulous person who values order and intellectual pursuits, and that's really something to be proud of!

LIBRA: Your creativity shines brightest when you're with someone, usually your sweetheart. As a teenager, you started exploring the realms of love, with your heart beating faster than other kids. You were always on the lookout for new crushes, seeking that fresh "love apple," and you had a flirtatious nature. Nowadays, you encourage youngsters to be considerate, polite, and to present themselves well. Your own children are likely to inherit your flirty and charming qualities if they have Libra planets or a strong Venus influence. You've mastered the art of flirting while maintaining class and expressing your interest. Candlelit dinners, romantic movies, music, and drinks all contribute to making romance feel truly special. But what happens when the initial charm and politeness wear off? You naturally gravitate towards a diverse range of people and thrive in their company. Your social circle is always buzzing with acquaintances, and you have a strong desire to form connections with them. These connections may lead to marriage, partnerships, contracts, or other forms of commitment. Your popularity makes you the life of the party, and your warmth and friendship attract a lot of attention. You have a creative flair and a keen sense of color and organization. Anything from flowers to interior design is right up your alley.

SCORPIO: You're captivated by artistic pursuits and enjoy engaging in high-stakes creative endeavors. Your creative moments have an enigmatic and hidden quality to them. Even as a child, you weren't always upfront and open about your plans. There were secret layers to you that only the adults around you were aware of. As an adult, you have a keen sense of children's hidden emotions and motivations. If you have children, their energy is likely influenced by Scorpio or Pluto. They possess a mysterious and sometimes even intimidating quality, as if they can see right through you. When you have an emotional interest in someone, you tend to keep it under wraps. The air of mystery is highly appealing to you, and you find yourself particularly drawn to Scorpio types. You dive into relationships headfirst, making things intense and heated right from the start. However, you may feel the need to come to your senses at times. Your social life and connections hold great importance to you, and you take them seriously. You tend to be attracted to physically attractive individuals, and your emotional nature easily gets stirred into action. The desire for a family and children can lead to a strong longing to find the right partner.

SAGITTARIUS: When it comes to recreation and sports, you prefer wide open spaces. You have a natural talent for teaching, especially when it comes to children. You believe that creativity involves exploring multiple options, and the joy of actively discovering new things resonates with you. As a child, you were restless and full of energy, too larger than life to be contained. This affinity with children allows you to encourage their independence and let them experience the freedom to explore. You want your own children to have the opportunity to travel the world! If you have children, their free-spirited nature will likely be influenced by Sagittarius or Jupiter, making them adventurous companions on your journeys. You're attracted to people who promise to whisk you away from mundane existence into something more exciting. This is why you find Sagittarius-ruled individuals so appealing; they share your thirst for adventure. Your passion thrives as long as things remain fun and larger than life. However, you may feel compelled to embark on a new adventure, even in the realm of dating. Your upbeat and lively demeanor makes you popular among friends and family, and you enjoy being the center of attention at parties and social gatherings. In matters of love, you may sometimes come across as overconfident, but your generosity and good nature make up for any lack of seriousness or commitment.

CAPRICORN: You know how to have fun responsibly. You enjoy planning events and coordinating activities for others. You might have a natural talent for coming up with innovative business ideas. Hard work fuels your creativity. Every moment is like a goal for you, and you fully immerse yourself in it, dedicating your energy to it. As a child, you probably acted more like an adult than a typical kid. You felt a sense of duty and always pushed yourself to work hard and complete tasks. Sometimes, you can be a bit tough with the little ones, but it's only because you want to motivate them to achieve their goals. If you have children, they'll likely have the traits of Capricorn or Saturn—mature and responsible, just like your inner child. You're drawn to someone who embodies true leadership qualities. They, or perhaps even you, are in charge of their own destiny. When it comes to romance, you like to keep things sensible and structured at first. But over time, that might lose its charm, and you or your partner might end up feeling "fired." Within your social circle, you're a loyal and trustworthy friend. With patience and care, your realistic attitude and trustworthiness help you build strong relationships with your partners and friends. You have a tendency to keep your emotions in check, which others may perceive as being a bit cold or insensitive.When it comes to romance, you're attracted to someone who exudes true leadership qualities. You admire those who take charge of their own lives. At the beginning of a relationship, you prefer things to be practical and structured. However, as time goes on, the initial appeal may fade, and either you or your partner might feel the need to move on. Within your social circle, you're known for being loyal and reliable, someone people can trust.

AQUARIUS: You've got a knack for using play as a way to express your unique personality. You love engaging in fresh and fascinating activities. For you, living in the moment means embracing your individuality and daring to be different. Your creative talents are wild and quirky, and you couldn't care less about what others think. As a child, you were anything but ordinary—unconventional, independent, and even rebellious. That's why you relate to kids in such an open manner, encouraging them to think for themselves and embrace their uniqueness. And if your children have strong Aquarius or Uranus influences, they'll be marching to the beat of their own drum. To you, craziness and sensuality go hand in hand. You want to turn their world upside down by introducing them to things they've never heard of or done before, and vice versa. But here's the thing: this wild, rebellious abandon might not be exactly what you need to commit to in the long run when it comes to your own life. In your social circle, you have a wide network of friends and acquaintances, many of whom have a scientific background or are involved in progressive activities. Companionship brings you comfort and enjoyment, as long as your originality remains a defining characteristic. And guess what? You have no trouble entertaining yourself either. Your idealistic yet unconventional approach to love and romance attracts peculiar and fascinating individuals. You're not interested in the ordinary or mundane when it comes to matters of the heart. Instead, you seek connections that challenge the norms and spark your imagination. Your relationships might be filled with unexpected twists and turns, but that's exactly what keeps things exciting for you. Love becomes an adventure, where you embrace the unconventional and explore uncharted territories of the heart.

PISCES: You've got some serious artistic talent and a knack for being inventive. Whether it's music, dance, painting, or theater, engaging in any of these activities helps you relax and unwind. Your creativity is off the charts, but it doesn't always translate to the practical world. When you're in the moment, it's hard for you to put it into words because you're fully immersed in it. As a child, you had a vivid imagination and a sensitive conscience. You've always been attuned to the struggles of others, which makes you incredibly compassionate and altruistic, especially when it comes to children. But hey, be careful not to give too much of yourself away! If you have children, they might inherit some Pisces or Neptune qualities, making them free-spirited beings in your grand plan. You might find yourself confused about who you find attractive or why you find them attractive. The initial stages of romance can feel like a dream as you both enter your own little world. However, since the magic of romance can't last forever, you may experience disappointment and disillusionment when it comes to dating. You're a true romantic at heart, and falling in love happens all too easily for you. Your emotions can be overpowering and sometimes lead you astray from making the best decisions. You prefer intimate relationships over group activities, and you tend to attract sensitive and caring individuals. As you venture deeper into the cave of love, trust your instincts.

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Mulan 2020 sucks lol

Written and edited by yours truly

So, Mulan 2020 happened. And I am disappointed. Seriously disappointed. It is utter garbage. I would genuinely prefer it if I watched Mulan II 5 times in a row, and that's saying something.

There is so much to talk about because this has so many issues. I don't think my brain can handle a movie as bad as this for some time. It is a disgrace to the original animated movie.

(Who cares about spoilers?)

And yes, I can and I will compare it to the original movie because it is a remake. It is totally valid to see where this fell flat and where the original succeeded. I'm not saying it has to be like the original cartoon, that is stupid. As I mentioned, it's to highlight the failures of this movie.

Besides, even if we forget the fact that it is a remake, this movie is still horrible.

INTRODUCTION

Mulan 1998 is a classic. It has great visuals, an awesome soundtrack, wonderful and compelling characters, a great message and a cool plot. It's just a great movie in general. It is an adaptation of The Ballad of Mulan, a Chinese legend. Both the legend and the animated movie are about a young girl named Mulan who disguises herself as a man to take her father's place in the army to fight back against an invasion.

As big of a success Mulan was, Chinese audiences thought some things were weird. For instance, having a dragon be a comic relief character, given that dragons are highly respected in Chinese culture. So of course, Disney decided to try another shot, claiming that they wanted to be more culturally sensitive, accurate and closer to the original ballad.

Mulan 2020 is a remake of the original animated movie, and was marketed to be more "accurate to Chinese culture and the Ballad". This claim is, of course, false, because they failed in that aspect. Say what you will about the cultural inaccuracies in Mulan 1998, but at least it was a great movie. Besides, Mulan 1998 didn't pride or market itself on being culturally accurate, the way Mulan 2020 did, so there's that.

CHANGES

I don't mind some changes. And honestly, if there's one thing I appreciate, it's that it isn't a carbon copy of the original (looking at you The Lion King 2019).

Li Shang's character is divided into two characters: Commander Tung and Mulan's love interest Honghui, apparently in light of the Me-Too movement. This is a dumb reason. Disney wasn't comfortable with a superior having a relationship with a subordinate? The hell? The romance between Shang and Mulan was only insinuated at the end, when Mulan wasn't even a part of the army anymore, so there's that. Also, Mulan gave her consent, so I don't know what they’re talking about.

Mushu isn't present in the movie. I can see why though. He contributed quite a bit to the soul of the animated version but a CGI dragon would be very distracting. Also, the director said that removed him to achieve a more realistic tone.

Grandma? No grandma. Mulan has a sister though, who only exists to mess stuff up.

The Huns are replaced with the Rourans and Shan Yu is replaced with Bori Khan.

Mushu is replaced with a phoenix, who acts as an emissary for the ancestors

There are no songs, except in the end credits, which isn't a bad thing. The instrumentals of the songs in the animated one play during some scenes (I'll talk about the music, don’t worry)

CHARACTERS

The characters in this movie are so boring. Our lead character Mulan lacks the charisma her animated counterpart had. She's utterly bland, uninteresting and poorly written. In the original, she knew she wasn't physically strong and that she couldn't solve her problems with her strength, so she used her intelligence and wit. She excelled by working hard and being strong willed and determined. This Mulan is a well rounded character.

Mulan in the live action is given Chi powers (Chi is a big part of Chinese medicine, in case you didn't know). Honestly, I wouldn't be as mad at Mulan being given superpowers, had they actually done this properly! Chi isn't like midichlorians, it's something that flows through everyone. Mulan is naturally born with dumb superpowers and has to hide them because as her dad says, " Chi is for warriors, not for daughters”. There is a problem:

It has been mentioned many times that Mulan needs to hide her superpowers otherwise she will be shunned and ostracised. Then why doesn't she get more repercussions everytime she uses her powers? The worst thing that happens is little Mulan getting looks of disgust when she uses them. On other occasions, when she is now a part of the army, she uses her powers in training and she doesn't get any backlash? What the hell?? Then why even bother in the first place?

The only way for this narrative to work is if Mulan got more repercussions for using her powers.

If I were to make the line "Chi is for warriors, not daughters," work, I would make it go something like this:

*At the end of the movie when Mulan comes home*

Dad: Didn't I tell you that Chi is for warriors, not daughters?

Mulan: "I am a daughter, but I'm a warrior too."

(Yes, I know this is similar to a scene in Avatar: The Last Airbender, but this would be better, tbh. Also, watch Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Let me compare the training montages from both movies.

In the animated one, there is an absolutely AWESOME montage of Mulan training side by side with her companions, slowly gaining their trust. She climbs the pillar with both medallions by using her wit, not by brute force. This Mulan worked hard. Besides, the fact that "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" plays over this is the only thing that makes it better (banger song, thank you Donny Osmond)

In the live-action, Mulan is supposed to lift up buckets and climb on top of a mountain. There are also other training scenes, but those aren't very important. In these scenes, she succeeds with the power of CHI. WHY? Mulan here just achieves her goal because she is oh so special. She didn't work to achieve her goal at all, because she is perfect. No struggling or development here at all.

Mulan in the animated version was more concerned about saving her father. Mulan in the 2020 version is a dumb patriot who can't even do patriotism right ("I know my place. It is my duty to fight for the kingdom and protect the Emperor") How very empowering.

In short, live-action Mulan can do no wrong. She has no flaws, no personality and no charm. Everything comes to her pretty easily, because MAGIC.

Li Shang's role in the live-action is divided between Commander Tung and Mulan's love interest Honghui, as mentioned before. Both of these characters are flat, dumb and boring. Tung exists to tell Mulan to cultivate her Chi and to train these idiots (and to offer his daughter’s hand in marriage to her, unaware that Mulan isn’t actually a guy, but eh). Honghui is there to be a stupid love interest, who gives us an “I am Spartacus” moment.

The witch is by far the most interesting character. She actually has more than one side to her, has SOME kind of depth and you can even feel sorry for her. She is supposed to serve as a foil to Mulan, given that both have similar powers. In case you've forgotten (which is something I wouldn't blame you for), she's an outcast who's now working with Bori Khan. Why is she an outcast? Because of her Chi. The witch has said many times that she could kill Bori Khan in a snap, then why doesn't she kill him? Because she needs acceptance? What the hell? She decides to pull out the whole "We're the same, you and I," stupidity to Mulan, and I can see that. It's just that the writers just didn't put much thought into it. “It’s too late for me” because you saw a woman leading an army of men? Also, why does she warn Mulan that Bori Khan is coming? Unless she's playing both sides, except her motivations aren't made clear enough for this to make sense. Finally, she dies for the dumbest reason. God, it just makes me so mad. She had so much potential, but no. They just had to mess her up.

Bori Khan? MORE LIKE BORING KHAN. Not much is there. His animated counterpart Shan Yu was scary and contributed to some of the darkest moments in the movie. This guy over here is just...nothing. That's all I have to say.

Mulan's sister is only there to mess up the meeting with the Matchmaker. What a stupid change. First off in the animated version, it's Mulan who messed up, because she isn't perfect. She fails at being stereotypically feminine AND masculine, but in the live-action, she literally pulls off a Spiderman cafeteria scene, and the blame is put on the sister. In the animated movie, this scene is groundwork for Mulan wanting to prove herself and going on a hero's journey, providing depth to her character, but in the live-action, she's perfect. What is the point? (I know this section was supposed to be about the sister, but eh). The sister doesn't provide anything else to the movie, so thanks! I hate it. Moral of the story: Girls can do anything boys can, as long as they have superpowers. If you are born special like Mulan, you can be respected, whereas if you are like the sister, you have no significance and in the end, you can just fit in and be irrelevant. Congratulations!

The live action group of guys Mulan met and befriended in the army lack the charm and comedic timing of their animated counterparts. That’s it. Seriously. I have nothing more to say about them, because they don't really have anything going on. I don't even know why they are included, because their contribution is nil, save for them blandly speaking lines from the animated version’s songs ("I don't care what she looks like, I care what she cooks like"), which is seriously cringe.

The dad is there to tell Mulan that Chi is for warriors. A shame, because I really liked the dad in the movie. He was a source of wisdom for Mulan, whose greatest honour was having her for a daughter. In the live-action, he just takes the sword that Mulan is given at the end of the movie. The mom is meh.

The emperor is also meh. At least he was wise and cool in the animated version, but here he just does bed sheet kung-fu.

Did I mention that the dynamics between the characters are unnatural, forced, awkward in a bad way and in no way indicates any chemistry between them? Oh yeah, I didn’t, until now. They don’t establish much when it comes to emotion.

Simply put, Khan (Mulan’s horse in the animated version) had more personality than all of these characters combined

PERFORMANCES

Liu Yifei as Mulan was a pretty terrible choice. She is just a block of wood, who has absolutely no range, and this isn't because of the writing. She is genuinely bad, and is regarded as one of China’s worst actors (I kid you not). She just can’t emote.

Jet Li as the emperor is meh. But hey, he doesn’t have much to do, so eh.

Jason Scott Lee as Bori Khan is fine. He doesn’t suck, but he lacks the command and authority of a character who is supposed to be intimidating, but I guess it has something to do with the writing of his character.

Donnie Yen is a martial art legend, but unfortunately, he doesn't have much range as an actor.

The best performance of this movie is that of Gong Li, who played the witch. Honestly, she is charismatic, charming and has an idea of what she is doing.

To save everyone’s time, simply put: most of the performances are bland and mediocre. Partly due to bad writing and partly due to most of the actors not being, well, good at acting.

CULTURAL AND HISTORICAL ACCURACY

So Disney went all “we like cultural and historical accuracy”, which is nice. For example, the Huns are replaced by the Rourans, a real tribe in China around the time Mulan was supposed to be alive. They also removed the hair cutting scene, because as iconic and awesome as it is, it doesn’t make sense. Chinese men wore their hair long too. You know what? I like these kinds of changes. I appreciate accuracy. If only Disney didn’t pride themselves on their accuracy when they got almost everything else wrong (They somehow got Mulan's house wrong lol). I don't know jackshit about Chinese culture so just go watch that Xiran Jay Zhao video it's very swag

THE BALLAD OF MULAN

In a surprising turn of events, this isn't accurate to the Ballad, like they had marketed it to be (I know, I’m shocked too). In a reference to the Ballad, Mulan is riding a horse and she sees two rabbits running side by side. She goes home and tells her family that she saw 2 rabbits, and she thinks that one was male and the other female, but she wasn't sure. This just misses the entire point of the Ballad.

Long story short, Mulan in the Ballad is actually a seamstress. She joined the army in her father's place. She defeats the barbarians and goes on a ten year long campaign with her friends, after which they meet the Son of Heaven (a sacred imperial title of a Chinese emperor). He offers her a high ranking position, which she refuses, because she just wants to go home. She returns home and her family welcomes her. Sometime later, her friends come to visit her, and they find out that she is actually a woman. The friends are shocked because she has been in the army for 12 years and in those 12 years, they didn't even realise that she was a woman.

Mulan then replies:

The male hare's feet hop and skip

The female hare's are muddled and fuddled

But when two hares are running side by side

How can you tell the male from the female?

Which is where the poem ends.

So, Mulan just going on, judging those rabbits like that makes absolutely no sense. The Ballad is about how no matter how different men and women look, when they live and fight amongst each other, who gives a damn about the differences? You know what would have made sense though? If Mulan got off her horse, went close to the rabbits, examined them, and then made the conclusion that one is male and the other is female. This would actually be sticking to the message of the Ballad. Also, why do they make it ambiguous as to whether she accepts the high ranking position? I assume for a sequel (yes, God save my soul). Here we can see another example of its impeccable accuracy to the Ballad.

THIS ISN'T EMOTIONAL AT ALL

Everything that made the original film good has been stripped away. Every moment that is meant to be emotional is very dull. For example, the scene where Mulan makes the decision to take her father's place in the army is supposed to be a very powerful scene. Mulan is risking it all just so her dad can be safe. She might be killed if discovered, and her family would be dishonoured.

When Mulan comes back from the Matchmaker, she has a moment of reflection while singing "Reflection". This is the beginning of her personal journey, discovering who she is. In this, after Mulan comes back from the Matchmaker, she doesn't have a moment of reflection. The army immediately shows up. Am I really supposed to believe that Mulan feels bad about this? That Mulan is really struggling?

When Mulan’s friends are singing, it suddenly shifts to the striking scene of the burnt village. This, in my opinion, is the best use of tonal whiplash. From this point on, things are getting serious, and the emotional weight of this tragedy is felt. In this, they just randomly show up at the village.​​ There is no seriousness (stop trying to tell me this movie is adult, mature and serious, it just looks like that on the surface).

Their attempts at being emotional are poor and unconvincing, and ultimately, the end product is an emotionless, soulless, depthless entity.

THE MUSIC

The director mentioned in an interview that she didn’t add songs into the movie because it is “unrealistic to break into song when you're in war”, and I don't think I’ve heard anything more false (apart from the concept of a flat Earth). Even I, who isn't going into war anytime soon, know this is false. They instead inserted instrumentals from the original film. Except, it's very weirdly placed. The instrumental for Reflection is placed when Mulan is fighting the Rourans after she reveals herself to be a woman. Like, there isn't any context. In the end credits, they had the original song "Loyal, Brave and True" sung by Christina Aguilera, which was nice. I don't really have much to say in regards to the music. The music is overall forgettable.

THE ACTION

The action may seem weird, but this kind of martial arts is a part of the Wuxia genre, which is what they were going for. Well, they failed. The choreography is bad, the CGI is bad, EVERYTHING is bad. Honestly, if you want a good Wuxia movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon exists. The action is here stupid and stiff.

OTHER DUMB STUFF

Why does Mulan take her armour off before going into battle? That is just stupid. Can't you just take the bindings off? Also, WHY OPEN YOUR HAIR-

Mulan really likes kicking spears (and pointy stuff in general). Seriously. It’s weird.

The CGI is okay I guess, I don't know. The phoenix in some scenes looks pink to me. There are some pretty visuals though.

It is very obvious that there is a green screen used in the scene where Mulan and her friends find the burnt village. And it looks bad. Pretty ugly. It looks bad. The green screen looks bad.

The war strategy is just weird. I can't really say anything about it in text form because how am i supposed to describe it, help- (she literally teleported behind the bad guys in the avalanche scene-).

I like how the animated film, which had a dragon as a comic relief and other silly stuff, is more mature than this.

For what joy does Mulan get another sword from the army? Also, shame the dad is all “oh look at the values written on the sword, they are honourable” even though in the original the greatest honour was having her for a daughter.

How was Mulan even able to tell the gender of the rabbits?

Why not just try to send a warning to the Emperor that the Rourans are coming to get him?

Why does Commander Tung let Mulan lead them-

I AM SO DONE

Well, I think I have said everything I wanted to about this movie. I know I havent talked about its controversies but honestly, I am done. I am so done with this. This document took 5-6 months of my life. I am kind of proud of this, and there isn't much I have done to be proud of. I did procrastinate on this a bit, and I had stuff going on, but finally, I am done. In the future, if I remember something, I'll add it here, but I think that is unlikely. I never want to watch or even go near Mulan 2020 again. It's horrible, and there is barely anything redeemable. I hate it here. It’s been reported that a sequel is in development. If it’s true, of course I’ll watch it, how else am I supposed to validate my self hate? I am also, of course, the resident “friend who suffers for everyone else’s entertainment”. If you want a live action remake of Mulan, Mulan: Rise of a Warrior exists. Go watch it, it’s free on YouTube with subtitles. I really liked it.

If you’ve somehow made it this far, thanks for reading. I congratulate you for putting up with whatever this is. I would also like to take a moment to congratulate myself for actually committing to this. It was painful yet fun to complain about this to the best of my ability. If anyone wants to add anything to this, feel free to do so. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m out. I have lost my faith in humanity, and I have other things to complain about.

[notsoattractivearenti]

My Player of The Month (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

WC: 900+

Warning/Tags: fluff

A/N: hellooooo i'm back for a bit!!! pls consider this as a way to say sorry i haven't finished my holiday fics lol. i had a lot of free time at work today and before i knew it i'd written a fic on the paper – full page front and half on the back! btw hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors since it's not proofread! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (Y/F/N = Your Full Name)

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Christian was just announced as December's Serie A Player of The Month, and after the  home match versus AS Roma, he was pulled to the side of the pitch for a post-match interview. The reporter who interviewed him started with congratulating him for the award then asked him a few questions. One of the questions was what inspired him to do very well on the pitch, especially last month – since he got the POTM title – and before he revealed his inspiration, he looked at Y/N, who was standing a little further on the side, and bit his lip for a short while before his lips formed a wide grin he thought was unnoticeable.

“Umm… My life partner, Y/N. They really motivated me and will always do in the best ways they can and so, whenever I do well on the pitch, they will always get all the credits.” Christian proudly answered.

“I’m better as a player on the pitch and a person off the pitch because of them.” He added without letting Y/N leave his sight.

Y/N heard what Christian said and immediately blushed, then shyly waved their hand off their face trying to deny his ‘claim’. Christian noticed them and giggled.

“Look at them,” as he shamelessly pointed at embarrassed Y/N, “they’re trying to deny it but they know I said nothing but facts!” He laughed. “They get me going, always.”

The reporter let out an “Awww!” so loudly because he was loving the admiration Christian has towards Y/N – not only that, the genuine supportiveness between Y/N and Christian felt like one of a kind, like the world truly revolves around them.

“It feels like it’s Christian Pulisic and Y/F/N’s world and we’re all just living in it!” The reporter laughed.

He then offered to bring Y/N in to join the interview. “Would you bring them here to talk with us?” 

Usually, Y/N and Christian don’t really like to show their relationship off and try to do less PDA (public display of affection) just because they both prefer to keep things between themselves. But this time, Christian decided to show Y/N to the world, so he agreed to bring them in and called Y/N by whistling at them, then signaled Y/N to come join the interview with his hands. Y/N refused at first, so Christian excused himself and came towards them to pick them up himself.

“Come on baby, don’t need to be shy.” He gently whispered while stroking Y/N's shoulder to calm and convince them.

Y/N was nervous because they were not used to being in front of a camera, but at the time, suddenly Y/N felt a change of heart and could no longer refuse Christian.

“Uh… Alright, lead the way…” Y/N reluctantly agreed.

Christian grabbed Y/N’s hand and took them back to the interview spot.

Once Y/N got there and stood in front of the camera, the reporter excitedly greeted them. They weren’t comfortable at first, but with one of Christian’s hands holding theirs and the other hand gently stroking their upper arm, they felt more at ease.

“So, Y/N, how do you feel with Christian winning December’s Player of the Month and credited you as his biggest inspiration?” The reporter asked Y/N.

“Well, I wouldn’t take the credit because I know this guy has worked his butt off the entire time since he joined the club,” they stated, “so all I can say is that with his own hard work and determination that I have the privilege to witness, he’s purely earned the ‘Player of the Month’ title on his own.”

This time, Christian was the one who was blushing like crazy – he was utterly unaware and completely speechless!

“How proud can you say you are of him?” The reporter threw another question at Y/N.

“Oh, proud is an understatement!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I think at this point he is sick of hearing how proud I am of him.” Y/N laughed as they playfully pinched Christian’s cheek .

“But I will never get tired of saying it and will always mean every word.” Y/N continued as they gazed into his eyes.

Everyone who was watching could tell how swoon Christian was – his face couldn’t hide anything at this point.

“See? I do have the best partner in life.” Christian added a little comment as he kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“Oh I can feel my heart melting!” The reporter commented before he closed the interview. “Congratulations once again, Christian, and have a wonderful time celebrating you two!” 

“Thanks for having us!” Christian said while he shook the reporter’s hand before leaving the pitch with you.

As you both walked out the pitch, he whispered at you, “What an answer you had, baby…”

“I know right!? And I don’t even need any media training!” Y/N replied as they jokingly stuck their tongue out at Christian.

“Yeah okay, no need to brag…” Christian shook his head while his hand caressed the top of Y/N’s head.

“By the way, I’ll never get tired of hearing how much you’re proud of me.” He added.

“I know,” Y/N nodded, “because to me, you will always be my player of the month.”

Christian smiled, then leaned in to give a quick yet loving kiss on Y/N’s lips.

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[youhideastar]

WujiWatch: CQL Rewatch Episode 11

This episode is jam-packed – so jam-packed that I can’t remember whether Meng Yao is thrown out of Qinghe Nie Sect at the beginning of this episode or the end of the last one, but the last post was way too long so I’m putting it here regardless! I’ve got two things on the scene where Meng Yao is kicked out, and one thing on that weird scene where Wen Chao tries to ambush Lan Wangji on the way back to Cloud Recesses.

Fanon Meng Yao is this master manipulator, the smooth talker who moves the people around him like chess pieces—but the thing that stands out to me, watching the scene between Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue, is that Meng Yao’s behavior here is a masterclass in how not to influence people. Like, genuinely, I hope he wasn’t even trying, because otherwise, I’m embarrassed for him.

He starts out okay, talking about how the captain mistreated him, day after day, humiliating him, abusing him—Nie Mingjue says, “And so you killed him,” and if Meng Yao had said, “Yes. That’s why,” I really think Nie Mingjue would have understood. He wouldn’t have been happy about it—he still looks mad when he says, “And so you killed him,” but he’s not disgusted. He knows how long Meng Yao has been taking that kind of abuse from the other disciples, he’s tried (ineffectively) to protect Meng Yao from that, and if Meng Yao just couldn’t take it anymore and snapped, that would therefore be partly Nie Mingjue’s fault for failing to protect him.

But instead, Meng Yao, supplied with a perfectly good excuse for murder, the kind of thing that the hot-tempered Nie Mingjue could easily understand, says, “No, it wasn’t that.” He then raises and immediately discards another perfectly good explanation, saying it wasn’t because the captain repeatedly insulted his mother—which Nie Mingjue could also have understood just fine, and perhaps even found honorable, as a particularly bloody exercise of filial piety. Why even bring it up if you’re not going to claim it as a defense!?

Instead, Meng Yao says it was because the captain claimed credit for Meng Yao’s work. If I were trying to think of the least persuasive excuse you could possibly make to someone like Nie Mingjue, that would be up there. To Nie Mingjue, even admitting that you care about getting credit for your work is distasteful. To kill someone over it? Once he hears that, he’s not just mad, he’s revolted. It is not hard to foresee this reaction. For Meng Yao not to see it coming, or for Meng Yao to see it coming and think Nie Mingjue likes him enough to overcome that reaction, is a huge miscalculation.

Is Meng Yao a talented manipulator? Clearly, he is, in some circumstances. But at some very key points—this scene and the confrontation with Qin Su particularly stand out—that skill deserts him. I think, in both cases, he cares too much about the people he’s confronting, and it impairs his otherwise sharp judgment.

The other and last thing I want to say about this scene is that it is no accident that the “Meng Yao gets thrown out” scene takes place in such close proximity to the scene in which we meet Yu Ziyuan. It would have been easy to introduce her character at several previous points, including the meeting breaking up the engagement she arranged, or a scene during Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli’s return to Lotus Pier. But the writers choose this moment: the moment when the viewer has just learned—and Wei Wuxian has just been reminded—that even a highly valued, talented sect member with an important role can be tossed out with nothing but the clothes on his back, at the sect leader’s whim. Wei Wuxian carries himself like the typical powerful, comfortable young master, with his expensive clothes and blithe disrespect for authority. But this is the episode where you see what’s underneath—where you come to appreciate how precarious his position truly is.

One last little random thing, about the scene where Lan Wangji is walking (why?? he can fly!) back to Cloud Recesses and is ambushed by Wen Chao, first by a sinkhole opening up in the road (why?? again, he can fly!), and then by a physical attack from Wen Zhuliu. Wen Chao tries to intimidate him verbally, calling him “Lan Zhan” (Wen Chao’s beef with Lan Wangji, like Jin Zixun’s, is so weirdly personal) and saying that he hates Lan Wangji’s condescending tone, which is fucking hilarious because Lan Wangji has never in his life said a word to Wen Chao. Lan Wangji fends the Wens off with one of Wei Wuxian’s sparkle-distraction talismans and then vanishes.

What I find interesting about this scene (besides the fact that I literally always forget that it exists and am surprised to see it again when I rewatch haha) is that, after all of the above goes down, Wen Chao says, “That’s Wei Wuxian’s [Name of Talisman] Talisman!” (I’m serious, my recall of this scene is so poor, even after five times.) This is one of the very few clues we get in the series that teenage Wei Wuxian is famous throughout the cultivation world for his inventive genius with talismans. Wen Chao might have been able to guess that the talisman came from Wei Wuxian just based on the fact that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are friends, but the only way he would know the specific name of the talisman is if he’s heard about Wei Wuxian’s inventions, even all the way in Nightless City where they’re all busy pretending the rest of the cultivation world has nothing to offer. (And this isn’t the writers using Wen Chao to pass along information the viewer needs – we have no need to know what the talisman is called, it won’t come up again.)  Kind of neat!

[silk-and-web]

Watched Deadpool and Wolverine. My reactions:

Not as good as the first two but enjoyable enough. Better than I expected since I admittedly thought it'd be disappointing. It does what Quantumania did but better.

I appreciate how they responded to the complaint that they're ruining the ending of Logan by doubling down in the most Deadpool way possible.

Watching Deadpool viciously murder TVA agents was cathartic. It's the edge that the MCU painfully lacked, and a fuck you to the originator of the tired and underwhelming multiverse saga.

I'm glad we saw Deadpool's supporting cast and did not kill them off. I'm sad they had no role in the story, which I unfortunately expected. Same deal as Quantumania.

I don't know how Shatterstar is alive but I'm not complaining.

There were so many inside jokes that only hardcore fans who know what happened behind the scenes of Marvel, Fox, and even DC would understand. So naturally I laughed at them.

All the alternate Wolverines were fun. The Cavilvolerine was 10/10. We technically got a Hulk cameo.

I legitimately wondered if RDJ was going to cameo or not, but they lampshaded it as expected.

Chris Evans fuckin' got me. I thought they went all out for a Captain America variant. As soon as he said Flame On I lost it. I had a feeling he wouldn't be sticking around so I'm glad they admitted it was for budget reasons.

Xavier's sister was annoying af but she's the villain so I guess she did her job well

Every Deadpool and Wolverine fight was perfect. They basically fucked.

This movie had all the cameos people thought Multiverse of Madness was going to have. I did not expect nearly this many or who they brought in.

Blade was great and he's probably right we won't get another. Electra was so unexpected it's funny. Channing Tatum finally playing an extreme comic accurate Gambit was great. X-23 made me smile though I wish she had more to do in the film. I'm glad she was included in the ending so there's potential for her to appear again.

The two final acts were pretty predictable but entertaining enough. Not much else to say there.

Wolverine's suit is great though the mask was clearly CGI in a few shots.

The Deadpool Corps fell flat and had unclear motivations. They shouldn't have been included at all tbh.

Yeah Hugh Jackman is never going to stop being Wolverine lmao

Ultimately, it was an enjoyable but completely unnecessary movie that sadly lacks the heart of the previous films. Like Quantumania, it gets wrapped up in world ending threats at the cost of the supporting cast that made the previous movies great and meaningful.

Post credits scene was a good gag, made me laugh.

The credits clips and music made me emotional. It's the send-off to Fox X-Men (and F4) we never truly got. Can't believe how young Hugh Jackman was back then. Seeing Quicksilver got me bad, I love Peters' portrayal so much.

And the Thor scene is such a funny tease because I highly doubt there are any actual plans set in stone so Ryan Reynolds is just daring Feige to find a way to retroactively make that spoiler a spoiler.

[springdandelixn]

Last Minute Encounters

Summary: The owner of the bake shop in your new neighborhood is a little over-friendly.

Warnings: Nothing to worry about but Thor is a warning himself.

Characters: Dark!Baker!Thor x F!Reader

A/N: Thor is one of the men I truly adore. Hence, I made a drabble to honor him especially since today is his day. Thor’s Day lmao. This plot has also been sitting in my drafts for a while and I felt that maybe this is the right time to introduce Baker!Thor into the world. (gif not mine)

As always, even if this is simply a drabble, your feedback is highly appreciated. Reblogs would be amazing as well for it will help my work flourish. May you guys have a great day ahead and of course, I hope you enjoy this! ❤️

A sigh of relief escapes you when you see the open sign of the bakery still glowing into the night. Pulling your puffer tighter around your waist, you look at both sides before crossing the road, the sound of the heels of your boots clacking against the asphalt bouncing off through the empty street. You take slow steps, careful not to slip against the icy floor but once you reach the other side, you see the sign close, your heart beating fast in panic as you race towards the door. 

“Please—” You say as you stand by the entryway, coming face to face with a burly man, golden hair held up in a bun with strands falling from the sides, with a stubble to match his features. He wears an apron over a red plaid shirt and with the way he looks at you, you see his eyes a striking blue.

“Can I help you?” He asks when he opens the door, his voice low yet full like thunder.

“Do you still have any cakes I can purchase?” Your voice shivers as you speak, the cold slowly seeping through your jacket. “Or anything, really. I just need something to bring to a party.”

Heat crawls up your neck and scatters on your cheeks when you see him give you a once over, a smirk slowly playing on his lips. He’s much bigger up close and you can’t help but feel intimidated by his size, making you feel even smaller. He swings the door open and holds out an arm, a gesture for you to come in. 

The warmth of the shop is a welcome aura against the blistering cold outside, yet you feel a slight chill run up your spine with how the man’s eyes linger, keeping them on you as he rounds the counter. 

“I only have cupcakes and cookies left. But if you really want a cake, I have a chocolate one at the back.” 

“I’ll take it.” You say almost in a hurry, blushing at the amused look the man gives you. “I’ll take the rest of your cookies as well.” You add. “The least I can do after allowing me in.”

“Very well.” He hums and taps against the register, giving you your total after. “You can tap your card when you’re ready—I’ll just grab the cake.” 

You nod at his instructions and watch him disappear from the double doors that lead to the back. Taking your credit card from your wallet, you press it against the device, waiting for the beep before stowing it back.

You’ve never really had the chance to go around the neighborhood when you moved in a week ago. The task to find anything to bring for a potluck party of your co-worker proved to be a struggle, being all too new and different from the town you grew up in, the sullen wasteland you escaped from. 

The bakery has always been one of the places you’ve wanted to go to. Hearing your neighbors rave about the pastries and treats they purchase for their morning coffee when they catch you at the mail room and corner you into an unwanted conversation. Though, you wouldn’t say such an exchange is meaningless, for, without the information they gave, you wouldn’t have known about this place. 

You look up when you hear the swoosh of the doors, the man holding a box in his hand, a transparent container with a lone cupcake inside sitting atop it. He places the box on the counter then slides open the display, taking the last 6 cookies on the tray and sliding them into a transparent bag, before tying a gold and red ribbon around it. 

“Will that be all, cupcake?” He asks and you startle at the name he’s called you. 

“Uhh—yes.” You mumble. “Thank you.” Your eyes then dart to the cupcake atop the cake then look up at him with utter curiosity. “I didn’t buy this.” 

“On the house. Salted Caramel Cupcake—my favorite. You should try it.” He grins then places the bag of cookies over the box of the cake, holding a card out to you after. You take it. “I’m having a soft launch for my new item.” He announces out of the blue. “I’d be happy to have you come by and taste it. I know you’re new around here and it would be a nice welcoming event for you.”

You’re curious as to how he knows that, but you don’t pay it much mind. The neighborhood is small and you don’t doubt he knows almost everyone around, and you’re the new face in town. You swallow thickly at his invitation, the grin on his lips looking overly friendly. “When is it?” You ask if only to be polite. 

“Next week. Sunday.”

“I-I’ll check my schedule.” You smile, although it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Thank you again—” You try to look for his name tag but see none.

“Thor. The owner.” He supplies before gesturing at the box. “You need help taking this to your car?”

“No, thank you. Just walking.” You volunteer. “Party isn’t far from here.” 

“Very well.” He rounds the counter when you grab your purchase, walking with you to the door and opening it, shivering as the winter chill blows inside the shop. “It was nice meeting you, cupcake. I hope to see you again.”

You cringe when he says the pet name again, mumbling your thanks as you walk out of the shop. You scurry to the other side of the street, making your way to the apartment of your co-worker. The calm and measured steps you’d usually take when walking during the winter become brisk and hurried as you sense Thor’s burning gaze at the back of your head.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you look back as you round the corner and see him still standing outside his shop, staring at you from the street.

[misslavenderlady]

The Prince & The Princess 👑👑

Marko/Female!OC

Summary: Marko has held onto the guilt of hurting his bride for months now. She's sad to see him feeling so down, so she decides it's time they properly made up~

Thank you @aairadaebak for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

This is the sequel to the KARMA collab series with @ghoulgeousimmaculate. It features her OCs from Party The Pain Away and Little Red (which I highly recommend you read). This has references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987!

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./18+ Readers Only, References to physical/sexual abuse, References to torture, Pregnancy, Guilt, Panic attack, Fear, Make-up sex, Cunninglingus, Vaginal sex, Sex on a desk, Language Kink, Light Dom/Sub, Romance, Cutting skin, Blood drinking Credit to @losthavenmine and @ofallingstar for gifs

Being a bride of the Lost Boys wasn’t for the faint of heart.  

David and the boys were cruel with their love, showing no mercy until they ensnared the objects of their desire. The four lured vulnerable victims with sweet nothings and gentle caresses before swooping in to seize their mind, body, and soul with sadistic torture and manipulation.  

Only the most resilient women could see their twisted affection for its beauty.  

And Sis was one of those women.  

Out of all the sisters, she sacrificed the most to be their mate. Her mother was deceased, her sanity was fried, and her soul was compromised. But out of all the horrific things the men she loved did to her, she never expected one of them to force themselves on her.  

The boys held her prisoner for over a year before they wed. But every time she opened her legs, she gave herself willingly. 

Marko’s assault was an exceptional betrayal that disgusted the entire pack. The vampires who once feared and revered him now looked down their noses like he was nothing more than a disrespectful cockroach scurrying across the ground. Marko felt out of place in the pack, like he was no longer welcome despite atoning with his flesh. 

Life after the traumatic event was challenging for him and Sis. 

Despite enacting her triumphant revenge and being blessed with another child, Sis had some hurdles to conquer. Her confidence was restored, but she was still uncomfortable in the petite vampire's presence. Being in the same room with him without David or Dwayne for support was difficult, but she didn’t want to spend the rest of eternity distrustful of one of the vampires she loved immensely.  

She wanted nothing more than to restore the bond that was broken all those months ago. 

Marko had never been one to fall into self-loathing or shame. He was a ruthless man in life and in death. When he once walked in the sunlight, he was a noble lord, a powerful man to be feared and respected by all.  

He took great pleasure in torturing others. There was an entire dungeon of horrors named in his honor. Servants whispered theories about what he did in such a dark, terrifying place.  

That sadistic thirst for pain stayed with him as a vampire. In fact, it was dialed up to a greater level. He found sick pleasure in the cries of anguish the brides made in his beloved toy room. It made his cock as hard as stone.  

But this time around, he wasn't in a position of power. David was. Marko was his lackey, always doing as he wished, no matter what. Whether it was running errands or bending over to let his body be used, Marko would follow David's order. 

He wished with all his blackened heart he had done so this time around. 

Marko truly didn't know what came over him. In his moment of weakness, the feral side had completely taken over, wanting nothing but to breed the beautiful vampire bride. Perhaps it was an ancient, animalistic call to grow the coven.  

Whatever it was, he should have controlled himself.  

After every last punishment David put him through, Marko was healed in body, but not mind. He wasn't like himself. Instead of sneaky and confident he was now meek and silent. His impish nature had gone, leaving behind a frightened, cherub-faced boy who would never dare to look anybody in the eye. 

Sis noticed his change in demeanor and ironically, it hurt her so. Marko’s mischievous nature caused her great terror during training, but it was also the very thing that drew her to him when they first met. She first laid eyes on him across the bar roughhousing with Paul—with a cheeky smile upon his lips. She loved the chaotic glint in his eye when he was about to inflict the most exquisite torment.  

The vampire queen was made from the worst parts of the boys. Her sadism in particular was nurtured by Marko. Some of her most cherished date nights were with Marko after her turning. Together they would trap the prettiest women and release them in the woods to be hunted and devoured.  

She loved the mania in the petite vampire’s eyes when he picked her up around the waist and spun her around. She missed that vampire. It was like he didn’t exist anymore.  

And that was something she couldn’t allow as the mother of the pack. So, with shaky legs and an uneasy belly, she sought out her fourth husband. She searched their underground kingdom high and low until she found the littlest vampire hiding in a nook deep in the bowels of the sleeping wing.  

Marko looked up to her doe eyes, her presence startling him from his project. He was surrounded by vivid scraps of fabric, obvious trinkets from recent victims that he had eaten. He was in the process of adding the patches to his jacket, which had gotten quite the upgrade over the years.  

“How’s the sewing going?” Sis whispered as she lingered by the doorway of the alcove. She didn’t enter the room fully, afraid that Marko might flee before she could show him that she meant no harm.  

Marko didn't look at her with hunger like he used to. He instead had the sad expression of a puppy who misbehaved and got a scolding from its master. It didn't look right to Sis. Those deep, hazel eyes were meant to burn with a playful fire.  

They had since fizzled out after that fateful night.  

"H-Hey there," Marko mumbled. He set down his needle and thread and got back up to his feet. When he was alive, his servants greeted him in a similar manner. Frightened, yet on alert for his orders.  

"Oh…this is nothing. Whatever you need, I can do this later." 

If he had been his usual self, Marko would have gleefully told her stories about each patch. They would have snickered devilishly together over each victim and how they screamed.  

It hurt Sis dearly to see her husband act in such a way. With a gentle look in her eyes, she slowly made her way further into the room.  

"Master-"  

"N-No! Please…" Marko winced at the title. He brought his entire body downward, making himself smaller and lower to the ground compared to her. "I don't deserve to be called that…not after….w-what I did…" 

Sis pouted at his display. The night she tortured him with the help of David was something that brought her power and confidence. She had survived the attack and came out stronger than ever. Now she hated the way Marko continued to punish himself.  

"You can't keep doing this to yourself, handsome," she cooed. "It was bad the first few weeks after the toy room, but ever since I got pregnant, you've been so much worse.” 

“It’s what I deserve,” he whispered, skittishly scurrying to the corner.  

Sis could tell he was calculating a way out of the room to escape her. She sighed, using her speed to block his path. She mentally kicked herself when she saw him yelp and cower against the cold stone. The last time she used her speed against him, she feasted on him, leaving the vampire drained and unable to heal while she tortured him nearly to death.  

It was her pound of flesh for all that he’d done to her, but she hated that it had tainted his spirit.  

“I’m sorry,” Sis soothed as she spoke to him in hushed tones. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I just want to talk to you.” 

“I’m not worth to be in your presence…” 

“You are worthy, Marko,” Sis challenged. “I’m your wife.” 

“You’re David’s wife…” 

Sis seeped into her irises, Marko’s words hurting her beyond what she could ever imagine. She and David had a very sacred bond, but she belonged to ALL of the boys. Their blood ran through her veins, not just David’s. On her wedding night, she fed from all of them. 

“Is that what you think?” Sis questioned.  

“That’s what I know,” Marko replied in defeat, his eyes drifting to her baby bump. “You didn’t want my child…” 

Sis let out an exasperated sigh. Even though she was just finishing her first trimester, Marko was still pained to see her growing belly. It was a mark of her bond with David. They were king and queen and would bring another precious heir into the world. One that could have been Marko's.  

"I didn't want your child by force, Marko." 

The blond trembled, immediately regretting his choice of words. Every time he was reminded of how he pinned his wife down to the ground, his stomach churned, and his head felt dizzy. The mere memory sickened him.  

"I'm s-sorry! I…I know I shouldn't have done that…" he stammered. The shaking was getting worse, and it worried Sis terribly.  

"My Marko…love…please.." Sis said to him. She was gentler than ever. It was most certainly foreign to her experience with him, but absolutely necessary. Not wanting to startle him, she slowly and gently reached out to cup his cheek.  

Even if he was scared of hurting her again, she had to show that she held no fear towards him in return.  

"First of all, we raise our babies together. We're all a family. Laddie, Eva, Jasper, Paulina, and the little ones on the way. They're all ours. Second, you have to understand that I'm not upset with you anymore. You paid for your crime, and now you're a free man. How can we grow from this if you keep beating yourself up?"  

Marko's gaze fell to the cave floor. He spoke so softly, yet Sis heard his words loud and clear.  

"Because I don't deserve you…" he muttered somberly. "I don't deserve the boys, I don't deserve Red and Spunky, and I especially don't deserve that baby on the way…the one I didn't appreciate like I should have…." 

“If you didn’t appreciate the child you had, you wouldn’t have compromised everything you believed in to make sure Red was safe when Gem and the sisters protested on my behalf,” Sis pointed out. “You couldn’t bear the thought of Red starving or miscarrying. That sounds like a father who loves and deserves his child to me.” 

“But not a man who loves and his wife…” Marko countered. “I carried you into that room kicking, screaming, and begging for mercy….I tortured you for days…I don’t deserve you.” 

“I was out of line for attacking Spunky. She infuriated me, but I shouldn’t have tried to kill her. My punishment was justified, and your hand wasn’t the only hand I suffered under. David, Dwayne, and Paul punished me too.” 

“It’s still no excuse…” 

Sis’ shoulders slumped. She was getting exhausted with this melancholy banter, but she refused to give up until he was alive again. 

“Marko…Master, I wouldn’t be me if it weren’t for you. You and the boys made me what I am today…” 

“And I’m disgusted by it! By what we did to you,” he spat, springing to his feet. “We destroyed your entire life.” 

“You gave me a second chance. I wasn’t living. My grief crippled me. The way I drank, smoked, and popped pills, I would have been dead by 40. You gave me eternal life. Love. Children—a family I thought I’d never have. You and the boys forced me to sacrifice some things, but I feel more alive than I ever did when I had a soul.” 

Marko opened his mouth again, most likely to continue on with his words or self-degradation. But Sis would not allow such a thing.  

Quick in her actions, she took hold of both sides of Marko's face and pulled him in as close as possible. Her plush lips pressed against his own, silencing any of his negative thoughts with a kiss.  

The blond vampire let out a noise of surprise. He hadn't tasted her love in such a way for months. It was as if he was a teenager again, so inexperienced for a kiss. Getting to feel her again like this was making his knees buckle and his heart swell. 

When she finally released him, they were both panting, practically breathless from such an intense moment.  

"Dio mio, principessa…" Marko sighed, his native tongue coming out from such a surprise.  

“Mio principe, farai l'amore con me?” Sis whispered with hopeful eyes. 

Marko hesitantly glanced at his wife from under his brow. He studied her beautiful face, thinking about how long it had been since he’d seen it contorted in pure ecstasy. Thinking about her dainty coos of pleasure. The warmth of her soft breasts against his chest. How good it felt inside her.  

Marko missed holding his wife in his arms. Missed running his nimble fingers over her tender flesh and kneading her ample curves.  

Oh, how Sis fit so well in his arms! One of his fondest memories as an immortal was holding his tiny future bride in embrace while she wantonly bounced on his lap at the dinner table.  

It was one of the best first dates he EVER had. 

"I…I…." Marko stammered with a shuttered breath. He felt as if an angel and devil were perched on his shoulders, whispering to him. One telling him to ravage the beauty before him and the other ordering him not to hurt her.  

His usual personality was fighting with his punished self. Sis just knew how to turn his world upside down in every way possible.  

Perhaps it was possible to have a little bit of both. Enjoy her touch and savor it for what it was. No chains, no floggers, no toy room. 

Just man and wife.  

"Oh God, come here, beautiful," he sighed, finally giving in to temptation.  

He moaned deeply as he brought her in for another kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist, desperate to keep her close. It all felt so right. Like he found his missing piece of the puzzle. One little taste was already driving him wild with need. 

And Sis was unraveling too. 

The ebony queen slithered her taloned fingers under Marko’s crop top to caress his pale flesh. She giggled when Marko shivered under her ministrations, the curly-haired blond moaning into her mouth as he crushed his lips to hers.  

Pressing her toes forward, Sis ejected herself into the air and wrapped her legs around Marko’s waist. She gyrated her hips, grinding her pelvis against her husband’s burgeoning erection. The large stiff bulge of his manhood pulled a sultry sigh from her full lips.  

“Ooh, Master,” Sis cooed as Marko trailed kisses down her throat. “Ti amo tanto~” 

The blond vampire carried his bride across the room, holding her about the waist with one hand as he swept the other over the desk. Spools of thread and patches of intricate fabric scattered on the ground in a chaotic heap.  

But Marko didn’t care. His jacket was usually his pride and joy. But at this moment, all that mattered was the precious time he was spending with his beautiful wife.  

With her legs still wrapped around his waist, Sis purred in delight underneath her husband. She loved it when Marko tossed her around for some fun. Even if he was being more gentle with her for now, she still loved getting to be with him again.  

She tugged at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off. Marko's body was absolutely flawless. The image of a Greek statue carved to perfection. He shouldn't have to hide it.  

"God, you're so sexy, Master," she sighed, her manicured nails running along his muscular chest. "I want you~" 

It truly felt amazing to hear his wife beg to have him again. Her voice was pure music to him, and he wanted to make her sing out some more.  

"I always want you too, principessa~" Marko whispered to her. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. "Please, beautiful. May I taste you?"  

Sis was certainly never one to deny the chance to get eaten out. With a newfound desire in her eyes, she spread her legs for Marko, granting him access to her body.  

For once in his life, Marko didn't tear off her clothing like a wild animal. He wanted to treat her right. Like a real lady in need of some love. He trailed kisses down her plush thighs as he gently tugged her panties down her legs. 

Seeing her pussy glisten for him again was making the front of his pants sore. He had to have her.  

“Ti leccherò la figa,” Marko purred as his nimble fingers caressed Sis’ smooth chocolate thighs. The blond vampire kneaded the supple flesh, sighing from the sublime sensation of her body beneath the pads of his fingers.  

With tender dominance, Marko seized Sis’ thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table so he could dine. He plopped in his chair, scooting towards his wife’s dripping orifice with a devilish glint in his eye.  

“Sembri così gustoso amore mio,” Marko whispered against his wife’s folds. He lulled his tongue from his mouth, teasingly panting like a greedy puppy against his wife’s dripping loins.  

Sis whined as she felt the soothing heat waft over her needy body. She squealed in delight when Marko rolled his tongue over her slit before delving in face first, vibrating his tongue like a ravenous creature who fed on lust. A sinful shiver tore through her needy body from the ministrations of Marko’s evil little tongue. He was driving her mad, the woolly walls she used to hide her inner beast unfolding. 

Sis percolated with madness; the vixen giggled uncontrollably until her child-like titters turned into wails of passion. ��

A moan fell from Marko's soft lips, muffled by the warmth of his wife's womanhood. She was absolutely delectable, inside, and out. Every time he had a taste, he felt starved for more. He'd give up all the blood in the world just to feed off her.  

"Ooooh M-Master~!" Sis sighed out. Her head fell back as she relaxed more into Marko's hold. In between each girlish giggle was a womanly moan. She flipped back and forth between her states of mind when the boys were pleasuring her so intensely.  

That only fueled the blond's hunger more. He grabbed hold of her soft thighs and threw her legs over his shoulders so he could dive in deeper. He knew every sweet spot within his wife's body, and he rubbed each one nicely with his tongue.  

"Ooh! Ooooh fuck, mi principe vampiro~"  

“Ti piace quella, principessa?” 

“Sì, mio principe...but I need you inside me,” Sis panted. “Please, Master…” 

“I tuoi desideri sono ordini…” 

Marko gave his wife one last teasing lick before standing at his feet to mount her. He unzipped himself, dropping his jeans in a heap around his ankles to free his dick. His manhood sprang free, standing at attention engorged, veined, and weeping. He stroked it as he lined himself up with Sis’ slick hole. He playfully tortured the writhing woman, running his glans up and down her sensitive slit.  

Marko enjoyed watching Sis shiver and coo with anticipation as he denied her desire to be filled, but his game backfired. The petite vampire could barely hold out long enough to get her begging, because feeling her reminded him of how long he hadn’t been inside. Halfway through his torment, he abandoned his teasing and slipped into Sis in one motion. The vampire queen was so slick that he slid in with ease, her juices producing a lewd squelching as he entered her body. 

"Mmmn yessss~" she sighed out, delighted by the feeling of Marko stretching and filling her with ease. She was incredibly grateful to have not one but four different husbands with amazing cocks to fuck for eternity. They never left her unsatisfied.  

She eagerly tightened her legs around Marko's waist. The closer he was, the better. Sis always longer to feel Marko fuck her nice and deep. Make her go positively dumb with lust.  

But this time was different. Marko wasn't his usual self. Rather than roughly fucking into her, he was smooth and slow with his motions. Gentle, in fact. A little too gentle. 

"Master…" Sis cooed, cocking her head to the side, and looking up at the blond with big, beautiful doe eyes. "Is something wrong?"  

He figured she would notice. They had embraced as lovers enough time to recognize the unique ways they made love. Marko smiled sheepishly down at her. It was quite different from the usual sadistic smirk he gave her.  

"Sorry…didn't want to hurt you…or the baby…" he admitted. Marko gently placed a hand on top of her baby bump, softly massaging her skin.  

“Master…” Sis sighed as her breath hitched from the tender kneading of her bump. “I trust you…I know you won’t hurt me.” 

“I appreciate that, principessa,” Marko purred, “but I want to savor you…just this once….” 

Marko rolled his hips, arching his back in a serpentine manner as he pistoned his hips into Sis. His thrusts were confident and powerful, but slow and sensuous. And with purpose. He may not be dominating Sis in the way he usually did, but his sadism still shined through as he massaged her deep inside.  

Each time he pumped into his wife; he could see her eyes widen with ecstasy as the plump ridges of his manhood caressed her sensitive erogenous zones. A playful giggle fell from his lips when her back arched and she whined pitifully. Sis murmured in Italian, little curses falling from her pretty painted mouth. 

“FUCK…signore oscuro! Mio principe, ti amo! SHIT!” 

Hearing his beloved mate say things in his first language drove Marko wild. It made him imagine her with the title of Lady to his Lordship. Though he and his brothers had plenty of money to spare in the modern world, he would have enjoyed spoiling her in his human life as well.  

Still, she had an even greater title to her name; Vampire Queen of Santa Carla.  

"Sei bellissima. Sei la mia vita. Ti amo, cara mia~" 

The words of romance poured out of Marko's mouth like water from a stream. It just came to him so naturally having her like this. Craving even more of Sis, he brought himself down, pressing her body onto the desk with his own. Not too much pressure to hurt her belly, of course, but just enough to enjoy her even more.  

"My beauty. I missed you so fucking much~" he purred into her ear. Marko slipped his hands over here, intertwining their fingers together. "I swear I'll never hurt you again, principessa." 

Sis mewled, her body vibrating as Marko led her to orgasm. She gripped his fingers tightly, holding on for dear life as her walls pulsed around his thick shaft. Marko continued riding her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. He leaned forward, crushing his lips to hers once more before running his tongue along her cheek.  

He sighed into the crook of her shoulder, the taste of her driving him ballistic and sending him over the edge. The salt of her tears. The sweetness of her juices.  

And that GRIP! 

Marko rolled his hips as long as he could. But her vampiric muscles of her core trapped him in place, milking him. He came with a grunt, bathing her insides with his seed—reclaiming her as his own.  

But she wasn’t fully his. Not just yet. They had to complete one more sacred act to make things right. Marko picked Sis up around her waist, carrying her around the desk. He seated himself while he was still attached, holding her tenderly in his arms as she clung to him. Her body still rigid from orgasm. 

“Principessa…look at me…” Marko whispered, untangling Sis’ arms from around his neck.  

Sis sat back, looking at Marko with reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. She watched him in curiosity as his claws extended and slashed a section of his own throat to free his century-old blood.  

“Mi amore…Drink…let’s renew our vows as husband and wife.” 

Sis nodded, overwhelmed with emotion that Marko wished to renew the unholy sacraments they participated in on their wedding day. She wiped a tear from her eye before she wrapped her lips over the weeping cut, drinking deeply from her mate. His blood, thick and rich with wisdom and power flowed down her throat and into her belly. She would digest and metabolize his essence, making herself one with him once again.  

And to return the favor, she wanted him to do the same.  

“Mio principe, prendimi…” She whispered as she ran her index over her breast, her red talon freeing her fledgling blood. She was young, but she was made from greatness. Her blood a fusion of the covens—the boys and the sisters. By Marko drinking from her, their bond would come full circle, and they could finally move on as a family. 

Marko's tongue slowly traced over his lips in hunger. She truly was his. He could see that clear as day with her offering her blood to him in such a way. Months ago, he used his talons on her, accidentally slicing part of her skin. She was so scared and helpless that night.  

Now she was willing and happy. That was all he truly wanted. Even if it would be centuries before he could give her another baby, he'd be more than satisfied to enjoy the marital bliss as it was.  

"Come to me, beautiful," he purred, bringing her bosom to his mouth. He greedily lapped at her blood, thrilled to taste her. Such perfection would only get better with age. Like the world's finest wine.  

"Master~" Sis sighed out for him. She ran her fingers through his silky curls as he drank from her body. It felt right to be like this again. No fights or punishments. Just love. 

By the time Marko took the last drop and cleaned her wound, their connection was fully restored. Both the vampires could feel it. Life would still have plenty of ups and downs, but now they were stronger than ever.  

"I love you, Marko." 

"I love you too, beautiful." 

Once Sis had been properly cleaned and set up in her luxurious bath to be pampered by the other boys, Marko decided to go off on his own. He was more than satisfied with how he and his wife made up, but there was another special lady who needed his attention.  

Slipping through the hall of the cave, he made his way to the nest of a certain little redhead.  

He poked his head in the entryway to see Red in her room. She was deep in a fit of nesting, carefully folding all of the baby clothes she had been gifted so they were all ready for when she gave birth.  

That delivery could happen any day now, as indicated by the great roundness of her belly. It made Marko's heart swell with pure love.  

"There's my beautiful girls," he cooed.  

Red lifted her head to meet his gaze, surprised by him after being so lost in focus.  

"Hi, Marko," she smiled. "You seem like you're in a much better mood. Everything going well?"  

"Going fantastic, actually," he sighed. He stepped into the room, his hands hidden behind his back as he moved. It made Red grow quite curious.  

Marko finally had his smirk back. The one that made it clear he was up to something sneaky. Red would have gotten nervous if she didn't already know his games were on hold while she was heavily pregnant.  

"I have a gift for you, love," Marko said. He pulled his hands out from behind his back. 

Marko revealed a tiny satin box, opening the vessel to reveal a dazzling ring—a ruby, similar to Sis’ mammoth opulent gem, but unique. It was white gold, emerald cut, and flanked by two large diamonds.  

“I know Sis is my wife,” Marko whispered, “but you are just as so special to me, mi amore. You accept me for the beast that I am, and you blessed me with the best gift a man could ever ask for. I may not be king, but I am eternally grateful that you carry my legacy. I wanted to give you this months ago, but with my crime…and my shame. I thought I was unworthy of you…I still am, but…that’s because I know how important you are to me. Principessa, ti amo….” 

Red’s bottom lip quivered, her pregnancy hormones triggering her turbulent emotions. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she laid eyes on the sparkling ring. As a child, Red always dreamed of getting married, being a bride, and living happily ever after. But when Marko handcuffed her to his bed over a year ago, she thought she’d die without ever becoming a bride.  

And yet, he made her one.  

She was born in blood, becoming his mate for eternity, but in comparison to her elder Sis, she felt inferior. Sis was strong, commanding, and exceptionally beautiful, with the wit and charisma worthy of a queen.  

Red loved Big Sis, but she was sometimes jealous. Envious of the looks of adoration that blanketed Marko and the boys’ faces when she walked in the room. How they waited on her hand and foot. How she had the power to make them buckle and bow when she played her cards right. 

And the ring. The beautiful symbol of matrimony that represented a union between two lovers. Red longed for a gem of her own. A sheath for her bare ring finger.  

Now, thanks to her dark prince, she had one of her own.  

“Marko!” Red gasped, springing from her seat and dropping the baby items she had obsessively fussed over for the last hour. “For me?” 

“Sì, mia bellezza! I love you so much! I want you to know you are royalty too…una degna sposa.” 

Red gazed at Marko with a great look of adoration in her eyes. She leaned in to kiss him, her baby bump set in the middle of their bodies as she did so. Marko didn't mind, of course. It felt good being reminded of the newest edition of their happy little family.  

"I may be a monster, but I promise to be good to you forever, Red. To both of you." 

He leaned down in order to press a sweet kiss on her belly, showing his love for his unborn daughter. To think that a wicked, corrupt soul like Marko could have this second chance with love and a family was such a miraculous gift.  

All truly was right again. 

Italian Translations:

Dio mio, principessa - My God, princess

Mio principe, farai l'amore con me? - My prince, will you make love to me?

Ti Amo Tanto - I love you so much

Ti leccherò la figa - I will eat your pussy

Sembri così gustoso, amore mio - You look so tasty, my love

Ti piace quella, principessa? - you like that, princess?

I tuoi desideri sono ordini - Your wish is my command

Signore Oscuro - Dark Lord

Sei bellissima. Sei la mia vita. Ti amo, cara mia - You are very beautiful. You are my life. I love you, my dear

Prendimi - pick me up

Sì, mia bellezza! - yes, my beauty!

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