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All About Sun In Natal Chart

{PS: These are my own interpretations. For entertainment purposes only. Have Fun💚.}

1st House

The presence of the Sun in the 1st house focuses a brilliant beacon on the individual's persona and presence. This characteristically confident and charismatic person usually possesses much presence of self. Often a striking identity, or physical aspect of themselves, propels these people to be in leadership or at the helm of trends. They strongly need to be recognized and respected for themselves and are magnetic. However, this placement can sometimes create a self-centered or over dominant attitude if the energy of the Sun is not balanced. These individuals are those who come into harmony with their lives when humility befits their naturally born leading qualities and uses their light and brilliance to uplift others.

2nd House

If the Sun is in the 2nd house, then one's self-esteem is connected with material possessions, values, and financial security. They are also proud of earning and handling resources, often toiling toward complete financial independence. This house placement strongly connected identity to what one owns or makes and especially appreciates the finer things in life. Natural talent for building wealth with this placement, but personal value may be equated too strongly to material success. They flower once they learn to cultivate self-esteem that isn't hooked on what they accomplish out there in the world.

3rd House

Sun in the 3rd house indicates an individual who is vivacious, inquisitive, and communicative. The pride here pertains to intellectual capability, and they generally excel in learning, writing, teaching, or public speaking. Their identity comes from their siblings, neighbors, and the immediate environment. They seek appreciation, mostly through their ideas and modes of expression. This placement can certainly provide a gift in the realm of storytelling or journalism, but at times, there is a tendency to dominate conversations or need one's knowledge constantly affirmed. They come into their own when they learn to balance an expressive nature with listening. 

4th House

When the Sun is in the 4th house, the core identity of the individual is deeply connected with their home, family, and ancestry. They take great pride in building a safe and caring domestic sphere, many times finding their life's purpose within the circle of family. This placement can indicate a close attachment with one's parents, especially the father, or a deep desire to respect family values and traditions. There can also be tensions between personal identity and the pull of family expectations. They are in their best element when a home life is established that reflects their uniqueness but pays homage to their heritage.

5th House

Sun in the 5th house is very bright because creativity, romance, and self-expression are highly enhanced. Such people find their best way of expression in the most visible activities like performing arts, sports, or other creative areas. They have a big need to be acknowledged, and most of them gain much joy from romantic relationships and contact with children. Their exuberance and passion make them magnetic, but they may sometimes find themselves prone to being too dramatic or in need of constant attention. They find their best expression in creative undertakings and relationships that uplift others.

6th House

The Sun in the 6th House values work, health, and service to others. Meaning is found in routine, discipline, and serving one's community in concrete ways. There is pride taken in work ethic and a potential to do well in jobs requiring organization and putting in an effort. Health and wellness are important themes, and they may take an active interest in keeping fit or in holistic approaches. It only gets problematic if they overwork and force, or become overly critical upon self and others. They get along best once they master a balance of productivity paired with self-care and take time to find the moments to enjoy daily activities.

7th House

Sun in the 7th house expresses relationships through partnerships. Individuals identify themselves through relationships, seek balances of harmony in personal and professional partnerships. They may have a strong urge to be admired by one's partner or to work together on shared objectives. While charming and diplomatic, there can be difficulties with over-identifying with others' expectations or losing their sense of self in relationships. The brilliance is when they balance the need for connection with that of individuality.

8th House

Sun in the 8th House: passionate, profound, trans formative, shared resources-the subjects of self-discovery and intimacy. These natives possess an innately deep and magnetic presence; they're naturally drawn into the mysterious aspects of life through psychology, spirituality, or even the occult. They pride themselves on how no intensity of emotional or financial situations can make them daunted but makes them agents of change to their near and dear ones. While their intensity can be their strength, they either struggle with control or are afraid to be vulnerable. They are at their best when they trust, allowing that trans formative energy into growth and healing.

9th House

In this house, the Sun illuminates a love for adventure, philosophy, and higher learning. People find their meaning in widening their horizons through travels, education, or spiritual quests. They often take pride in their ability to inspire others with their vision and optimism. Their idealistic nature drives them to seek truth and meaning in life. However, there can be challenges with being overly dogmatic or dismissive of differing perspectives. They achieve their greatest potential when they balance their enthusiasm for discovery with humility and openness to new ideas.

10th House

The Sun in the 10th house speaks to an influential career, public image, and milestones of life. These people take professional success very seriously and sometimes aim for leadership. Ambitious and driven, commanding respect and authority flows naturally from their personalities. There may, however, be some imbalance in managing professional and personal life, or even in attaching too much of one's sense of self to external outcomes. They shine brightest once they align their career with personal values and use their influence to inspire and uplift others.

11th House

Placed in the 11th house, the Sun focuses attention on friendships, social networks, and collective goals. These people find meaning in contributing something to their community and not seldom take pride in a talent for bringing people together. They have a visionary outlook and are drawn to humanitarian causes or innovative ideas. While their emphasis is on group dynamics and therefore a real strength, there may be an issue of not being able to stand out in a crowd or even becoming overly idealistic about one's vision. They do well when they balance their individuality with their need to contribute to the world.

12th House

The Sun in the 12th house shines in the hidden realms of the subconscious, spirituality, and solitude. Many are deeply introspective, where the purpose is found within their own inner explorations and self-discovery. They may feel pride in their abilities to understand others or even work behind the scenes in some creative or healing profession. Self-doubt and/or unseen by others is a common struggle. They come into their full potential when they allow their inner light to shine and use their gifts to facilitate healing and inspiration within themselves and others.

Sun in Aries

When the Sun is in Aries, the individual is dynamic, bold, and naturally inclined toward leadership. Aries Suns are trailblazers, unafraid to take risks and forge their own paths. Their energy is vibrant and often contagious, inspiring others with their confidence and enthusiasm. They thrive in competitive environments and are drawn to challenges that test their courage. But the tendency of impulsiveness can also lead to hastened decisions or conflicts if not taking into consideration the feelings of others. Aries Suns are most radiant when their energies have been channeled constructively and independence is well-modulated with teamwork. They thrive in roles that let them be innovative and take charge, thus being natural pioneers in whatever field they enter.

          Sun in Aries (1°,13°,25°) Degrees

The energies of Aries are most daring and pioneering in these degrees. Individuals show natural leadership qualities, fiery ambition, and an uncanny drive to initiate any work. They are emotional, brave, found in constantly changing environments, and seek the inspiration of people around through fearless undertakings.

Sun in Taurus

A Taurus Sun is all about stability, sensuality, and a deep appreciation for the material and natural world. These individuals are so grounded and practical, seeking comfort and security in life. They can be very determined and usually do wonderfully through steady effort. The Taurus Suns love beauty and pleasure, and many of them are quite talented in artistic or culinary skills. While these are great traits of loyalty and stability, they can be stubborn in terms of change or attachment to things, people, or material items. They really thrive when they learn to be flexible and find security in experiences rather than tangible or financial ideas.

           Sun in Taurus (2°,14°,26°) Degrees

These degrees show Taurus as being very practical and steadfast. People with their Sun here are practical, patient, and connected to the material and sensual worlds. Security appeals to them, and they often work towards establishing relationships and creations that will truly last, finding success in art, business, or nature-related fields.

Sun in Gemini

Gemini Sun brings into light a person's quick wit, curiosity, and versatility. Gemini Suns are naturally communicative and do well in the settings where their ability for expression and contact with others is supported. They can become multi-talented, moving with ease from one interest to another. Youthful energy and love for learning keep them flexible and open to new experiences. Energy dispersal can make them superficial, incapable of serious commitment to long-term objectives. When they channel their intellect to focus and zero in their curiosity on some worthy pursuits through writing, teaching, or innovating, is when they really shine.

          Sun in Gemini (3°,15°,27°) Degrees

The Sun in these degrees brings out the Gemini communicative and curious nature. People with the Sun in these degrees are adaptable, intellectually dynamic, and capable of collecting and disseminating information. They are quick-witted in company and always shine in situations that call for speed and versatility.

Sun in Cancer

Cancer Suns are super nurturing, intuitive, and emotionally tuned in. They find purpose in caretaking others and creating a sense of home and family. Their sensitivity allows them to connect with people on a deep level, and thus many times empathetic and supportive friends or family members. They are naturally protective and may have strong attachments to their roots and tradition. But this emotional depth, at times, can also foster mood swings or a tendency to retreat into their shell when hurt. They do best when the need for security is combined with the courage to step out of their comfort zones.

          Sun in Cancer (4°,16°,28°) Degrees

In these degrees, like the Cancer sun, Sun becomes nurturing and intuitive. The individuals born here are sensitive emotionally, protective, and connected to family or home. They are empathetic and may give others a sense of protection; they can be the pillars in their community.

Sun in Leo

The Sun is said to be quite at home in Leo because it expresses warmth, creativity, and self-expression. The Leo Suns possess a magnetic charm and can naturally inspire others. They pride themselves on their individuality and can be preoccupied with their own talents. These individuals find ideal careers as performers, in leadership positions, or in jobs that allow them to express creativity. Their confidence is one of their biggest strengths, but often they risk coming off as self-centered or overly dramatic. They are at their best when using their light to uplift and empower others, thus really embodying a generous and noble leader.

           Sun in Leo (5°,17°,29°) Degrees

Brilliant and charismatic, Leo oozes from every pore in this degree. People with these degrees are confident, creative, with a natural flair for leadership. They look for the recognition that allows them to let their personality come through; they inspire confidence, boldness, and warmth in others

Sun in Virgo

Virgo Sun brings practicality, precision, and a deep sense of service into the fore. The pride is in analysis for details in service of the betterment of systems, and rather predictably, they usually do quite well in any work that entails organization and meticulous effort. They are modest by nature and believe in the economy, hence are always working toward perfection. The tendency towards perfection may sometimes manifest as self-deprecation or over-analyzing. Virgo Suns come alive when they embrace their imperfections and utilize their strong analytical skills for the greater good. Their natural inclination would pull them toward health and education careers or any other line of profession where they could serve others.

          Sun in Virgo (6°,18°) Degrees

The Sun in these degrees brings forth the analysis and service-mindedness of Virgo. People are detailed, practical, and committed to self-improvement. They can organize and polish processes in such a way that they become indispensable in solving problems and providing exactitude to whatever they undertake.

Sun in Libra

Libra Suns are charismatic, diplomatic, and extremely tuned into the art of balance and harmony. Finding purpose in the creation of beauty and in the maintaining of relationships, they tend toward excellence in social or artistic venues. Their innate sense of fairness earns them the reputation as good mediators or counselors. Yet, their need to please people can sometimes get them into indecisiveness or a tendency to please others at the expense of one's own needs. They really come into their own when they learn to stand up for themselves without sacrificing their intrinsic sense of harmony. Libra Suns often shine in collaborative environments where their charm and ability to connect with others are assets.

          Sun in Libra (7°,19°) Degrees

The degrees of Libra accentuate the diplomatic and reconciling nature of sun. People born under sun with these degrees are talented at balancing relationships, securing cooperation, and building something beautiful around them. They always strive for fairness and feel an urge inside themselves to relate to others meaningfully.

Sun in Scorpio

The Sun in Scorpio brings intensity, passion, and a deep connection to transformation. Scorpio Suns are deeply intuitive and often drawn to uncovering life's mysteries, whether through psychology, spirituality, or investigative pursuits. They are magnetic and never back down from a challenge or, for that matter, even the dark side of life. Their intensity can run them into possessiveness or a fear of vulnerability. The trans formative energy is really used in healing and growth when one allows trust and openness. People with this sign are usually good at depth, resilience, and emotional intelligence in their field of work.

          Sun in Scorpio (8°, 20°) Degrees

In these degrees, Sun is intense and trans formative. People are very emotional, determined, and resistant. They have a strong magnetism and find their strength in the discovery of any truth, in overcoming obstacles, and in profound changes.

Sun in Sagittarius

Sagittarius Suns are optimistic, adventurous, and philosophical. The desire to expand their horizons is a driving instinct-whether it's through travel, education, or simply the exploration of ideas and life itself. Freedom-loving, enthusiastic, and natural storytellers, they make great company. The restless nature of this sign may lead to scattered energies, a lack of focus, or commitment. They thrive when they balance their thirst for adventure with grounding and follow-through. Sagittarius Suns often are brilliant in roles where sharing their wisdom and inspiring others is possible, whether this be teaching, writing, or leadership in global and cultural undertakings.

          Sun in Sagittarius (9°,21°) Degrees

The adventurous and philosophical nature of Sagittarius dominates these degrees. Optimistic, freedom-loving individuals, driven by a desire to explore new horizons-physical, intellectual or spiritual. They inspire vivacity in others.

Sun in Capricorn

Capricorn Sun: ambitious, self-disciplined, and possessing a sense of responsibility. This is someone who takes great pride in accomplishing results through much effort and perseverance. They are natural leaders, often thriving in structured environments where their organizational skills can shine. While their determination is admirable, they can sometimes become overly focused on external success, or suppress their feelings. They reach their highest potential when they balance their ambitions with self-care and a connection to their inner world. Capricorn Suns will usually be drawn to the positions of leadership and management, business, or areas where they can create lasting legacies.

         Capricorn Sun (10°,22°) Degrees

The Sun in these degrees reflects the ambition and disciplined nature of Capricorn. They are focused, practical, and determined to gain success over a long period of time. They often rise to great heights and are respected for their dependability and perseverance.

Sun in Aquarius

Aquarius Suns are so innovative, independent, and deeply committed to ideals of progress and equality. They take pride in their ability to think outside the box and often seek to make a positive impact on society. Intellectual curiosity and their visionary nature make them natural problem solvers and innovators. However, an over-emphasis on collective affairs can sometimes make them feel disowned or disconnected from the self or others. They do better in life when they allow humanitarian goals to be balanced with personal connections and self-expression. Aquarius Suns often succeed with technology, social activism, or in other areas where their imagination takes center stage.

          Sun in Aquarius (11°, 23°) Degrees

These degrees bring out the Aquarian's inventive and visioning capacity. People are original thinkers, at times well in advance of their era, and aim at progress, humanity. Freedom of thought appeals to them, and they do especially well in a field where they can innovate.

Sun in Pisces

Pisces Suns are compassionate, intuitive, and deeply connected to the spiritual or artistic realms. They find their purpose in serving others and are often gifted at the creative or healing arts. They are able to connect with people on a soul level with their empathy and sensitivity, making them really inspiring and comforting companions. However, their dreamy nature may at times be given to escapist tendencies or poor boundaries. They really shine when channeling their creativity and compassion into tangible forms of expression. Generally, Pisces Suns do well in professions with fantasy, empathy, or close contact at the core.

          Sun in Pisces (12°, 24°) Degrees

The intuitive and compassionate energy of Pisces is strong in these degrees. People in these degrees are deeply empathetic, imaginative, and tuned into the spiritual or creative realms. They usually succeed in any role that requires emotional intelligence and artistic expression, embodying selfless service.

All Aspects Of Sun

Sun Conjunction with Planets

A conjunction is when two celestial bodies are aligned very close to each other, amplifying and integrating their energies.

Sun-Moon Conjunction: This aspect creates a profound harmony between the ego (Sun) and emotions (Moon), leading to strong self-awareness and emotional integration. These individuals are naturally aligned with their inner needs and external expression, making them intuitive and authentic in their interactions. This alignment also makes them subject to being biased, as keeping emotions and logics apart gets tough for them. Stressed mood swings are something they don't do pretty well, yet they have exceptional return abilities through self-analysis

Sun-Mercury Conjunction:The aspect of the keen intellect is that it's a powerhouse of communication. Individuals with a close Sun-Mercury conjunction possess sharp minds and, at times, could be very effective speakers or writers. They are quite excited by mental stimulations, although at the same time, they are too attached to their ideas and seem quite dogmatic. They're curious, lifetime learners with an intense urge to share.

Sun-Venus Conjunction: Grace, charm, and love of beauty describe people with this aspect. They are as natural at smoothing out relationships and environments as they are at creating an atmosphere of peace and harmony. The appreciation of art, culture, and aesthetics is high, and creative fields are often their calling. On the other hand, the need for approval may make them cling to others for their validation, though their warmth and magnetism rarely go unnoticed.

Sun-Mars Conjunction:This aspect lights up the core identity of the Sun with the energetic dynamism of Mars. Individuals with this conjunction are bold, assertive, and act on impulse. They are natural-born leaders who move with compelling desire to achieve what they want with passion. While this can bring impulsiveness or competitiveness, their determination is unmatched, often inspiring others to follow their lead..

Sun-Jupiter Conjunction: The placement empowers an optimistic feeling, wisdom, and a broad visionary world outlook. People like them spread all positivity around and automatically attract opportunity due to their generous, philosophic nature. They may naturally inspire others but must watch themselves from overindulging in vices or showing haughtiness.

Sun-Saturn Conjunction: Here, the life forces of the Sun are combined with the disciplined structural Saturn. Individuals born from this conjunction are industrious and realistic, and very responsible. Although suffering early in life, yet the experience builds resistance and prepares him for mature success. Suitable positions for them require authority and responsibility.

Sun-Uranus Conjunction: This aspect highlights individuality and innovation. These individuals often defy societal norms, seeking to express their unique identity in unconventional ways. While they may face unpredictability or instability, their originality and vision often lead to breakthroughs in their chosen fields.

Sun-Neptune Conjunction: A conjunction so spiritual, filled with imagination. It hooks together a strong core identity represented by the Sun with Neptune's mystique. Such individuals are compassionate and idealistic and mostly pick careers as artists or have healing professions. They suffer from escapist tendencies, confused aims, though rarely short of brilliance in these areas where they can get in step with higher ideas.

Sun-Pluto Conjunction: This is a transformative and empowering aspect, really filling the individual with intense willpower and a drive for personal growth. These people usually undergo such life changes that mold them into what they are and help them attain deep insight into themselves. They are naturally born leaders and change-makers in society.

Sun Sextile with Planets

The sextile aspect provides ease and opportunities but needs to be acted upon consciously to fully engage in its potential. It usually signifies those areas of life wherein growth and harmony are available when some initiative is taken.

Sun-Moon Sextile:It surely forms a strong interdependence between personal identity and the emotional well-being of every individual. Accordingly, they are very talented people in creative and caretaker professions because the capacity to merge logic and instinct is so great. As a rule, this creates supportive relationships because people can show empathy towards others without losing a clear sense of self. Innately talented mediators bring warmth and balance to tense situations.

Sun-Mars Sextile: This easy flow between drive and identity makes these individuals naturally assertive and goal-directed. They act precisely, using no more aggression than what is called for. Energy is focused for the purpose of attaining objectives with the least possible friction. It's an excellent aspect for athletes, entrepreneurs, and leaders who certainly do well in strategic effort environments.

Sun-Jupiter Sextile: Optimism and generosity flow, and opportunities for growth and success seem to come easily. They have a natural leaning toward learning, teaching, and sharing wisdom. Many people look up to them as mentors or guides in their respective communities, inspiring others with their broad-minded perspective. Their success appears almost effortless, but it is actually the result of their openness to opportunity and expansion.

Sun-Saturn Sextile: This is a harmonious blending of responsibility and self-discipline with the core identity. It makes him practical, reliable, and goal-oriented. They do well in any position that requires long-term planning and management. That person will approach challenges methodically for steady progress to lasting achievements. This aspect encourages respect from peers and authority alike.

Sun-Uranus Sextile: Creativity and innovation define this aspect, allowing individuals to embrace new ideas and unconventional approaches. They are open-minded and adaptable, often thriving in technology, social reform, or artistic fields. Their ability to blend their unique individuality with practical effort makes them influential and forward-thinking.

Sun-Neptune Sextile: The ability to be tender and creative comes naturally. Most of them are attached to spiritual or artistic pursuits, often finding themselves in positions that may inspire or uplift others. They are a soothing company and can make great healers or visionaries. They will put in effort to make dreams come true, blending idealism with realism.

Sun-Pluto Sextile: Personal power, transformation. Those with this aspect meet the challenges with dignity, using their inner resources to break through whatever is in the way. Sometimes seen as agents of change, they may facilitate growth and evolution in others. Their ability to hold power with integrity allows them to become a force for lasting progress in their communities or professions.

Sun Square with Planets

The square is a challenging aspect, creating tension and conflict that requires conscious effort to resolve. These challenges lead to growth, as individuals must confront obstacles and refine their approach to life.

Sun-Moon Square: There can be some emotional conflicts between what the individual wants versus how he feels. This may be internal, playing out as mood swings or indecision, and it pushes the individual to develop emotional resilience and self-awareness. They do learn to balance the inner and outer world over time.

Sun-Mars Square: The dynamic tension between assertiveness and ego may be preoccupied with impulsiveness or anger issues. Ambitious and driven, they can easily be prone to conflicts because of their hot-headed approach. Learning patience and finding constructive outlets for their energies allows them to reach their goals without extra strife.

Sun-Jupiter Square: Overconfidence or too much ambition can bring setbacks. People with this aspect often have high aspirations but must learn to be moderate and to concentrate. They have tremendous potential for success, but it requires discipline and a realistic assessment of their capabilities.

Sun-Saturn Square: The aspect brings challenges in the form of self-esteem, authority, and discipline. Early life struggles create feelings of inadequacy or even fear of failure. But these people have the inner strength to overcome such struggles with persistence and build a sound foundation for success.

Sun-Uranus Square: There could be feelings of restlessness and independence that may create instability. They can feel caught between their need to be free and what society expects. When they can learn to harness this different perspective into something constructive, they often are pioneers in their area.

Sun-Neptune Square: The ideal and the real are often in conflict, causing confusion or disillusionment. They can be subject to self-deception or escapism yet have the potential to manifest their creative vision through disciplining and clarifying it.

Sun-Pluto Square: Power struggles and transformative events are part of this square. While overwhelming, such struggles offer an opportunity for deep personal growth whereby one can emerge stronger and more self-aware.

Sun Trine with Planets

The trine aspect is all about natural talents and effortless harmony. It shows areas where individuals seem to excel in life with very little apparent effort.

Sun-Moon Trine:  Emotional well-being and identity are in natural harmony, thus giving an inner balance. Empathetic, nurturing, and deeply creative, these subjects often do wonderfully in any career caregiving, teaching, or the arts. Inner harmony translates into radiated warmth and confidence.

Sun-Mars Trine: Energy and determination run smoothly, and there they go-most effective. Charismatic, enchanting others by the mere sight of them in action, with a natural ability to take immediate actions without any inner conflicts, which easily makes them a leader.

Sun-Jupiter Trine: This aspect is accompanied by luck and wisdom that help the individual to achieve success without much resistance. They are optimistic, generous, and often hold leading positions or mentorship. The broad perspective and natural charisma attract opportunities and positive relationships.

Sun-Saturn Trine: Discipline and responsibility are innate strengths. These individuals are reliable and efficient, excelling in long-term projects that require focus and determination. Their consistent efforts lead to steady progress and enduring success.

Sun-Uranus Trine: Creativity and originality define this aspect. These individuals embrace innovation and are often ahead of their time in their thinking. They thrive in fields that reward independence and unconventional approaches.

Sun-Neptune Trine: There is a smooth flow of compassion and imagination, which makes these people very attuned to spirituality, art, or humanitarian causes. They have a soothing presence and are mostly inspirers through idealism and creativity. 

Sun-Pluto Trine: Smooth flow of personal power and transformation. Individuals with this influence are commanding and hold powerful positions in leadership, strategy, or in deeply understanding the psyche. They work their way through complex situations with ease, thus proving to be strong agents of change.

Sun Opposition with Planets

Opposition aspects are dynamic tensions that are generally expressed through relationships or challenges that come from the environment to push the individual toward their balancing and growth.

Sun-Moon Opposition: The conflicts between emotions and identity create tension in relationships or an inner storm. Such individuals grow by learning to balance their needs with the expectations of others, fostering emotional maturity and self-awareness.

Sun-Mars Opposition:The struggle between assertiveness and aggression often plays itself out in external conflicts. People with this aspect are driven and passionate but need to learn how to compromise and channel energies constructively to avoid unnecessary confrontations.

Sun-Jupiter Opposition: Overindulgence or unrealistic expectations set them back. Growth will come through learning moderation and focusing on realistic goals to make full expression possible.

Sun-Saturn Opposition: Authority conflicts and self-doubt can hinder progress. These people grow by battling through such challenges and developing confidence in their own abilities to achieve lasting success. 

Sun-Uranus Opposition: Individuality versus conformity often produces tension, which can make life very unstable. The balance required between personal freedom and cooperation allows these people to rise as innovators and pioneers of change.

Sun-Neptune Opposition: A battle between idealism and reality is often confusing and disillusioning. These individuals grow by developing discernment and grounding their spiritual or creative visions in practical reality.

Sun-Pluto Opposition:  Power struggles and intense transformations dominate this aspect. These individuals develop profound inner strength and a positive way of influencing others through navigating conflict and embracing change.

(Note: It took me several days to write this post. There could be writing errors that I did not notice. If you find any, feel free to correct me in the message. Thank You💛 )

[moonieandi]

snapshots pt. 3 | stanley pines x f!reader 

summary: a quick look through concerning the early months of your life “married” to stanley pines, particularly centered around moments on the couch

warnings (TW): mdni, contains mature/suggestive content, swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use

tags: mature/suggestive content (in act iii), fluff, early relationship described, pining, affection

notes: please note that there is heavily implied/suggestive/mature content in act iii of this posting (after the second break)- if you do not wish to interact with this type of content i swear to you you can completely skip it if you like, i attempt to not tie TOO much significance to the written scene- and if you would prefer that the postings stray away from this kind of content i will attempt to better balance it in the future! i am in no shape or form a very “smutty” writer (mainly bc i have never written it), so i hope the scene isnt like… terrible ya know lol (also i don’t consider it much for “smut”- i am def using said word very loosly). annnnyyywayyys hope you enjoy and as always my dms are open for suggestions in the future and general conversation and encouragement! enjoy!

also to note! I believe the story is best read in order- i put certain dependences on certain words and bring descriptions back to really solidify the importance of certain scenes/interactions ! but completely up to you, lol

edit 8/27/24: hello! below i have linked the up to date masterlist for this series- thank you for reading, hope you enjoy!

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| masterlist | part iv |

She had caught him sleeping on the couch in the early heat of June. 

They had a late night on the couch, discussing Ford’s margin notes and rewatching The Price is Wrong. Stan had a certain affinity for price matching, and she was more than a little stunned to learn of it the first couple of months they resided in the shack together. 

She just didn’t expect this 30-year-old man to know the price of most common household appliances. 

After his divulgence last month, in which he had confided a little bit of his background in sales, she began to piece together that although Stan considered himself a conman in every way but words, she considered it pure brilliance. 

So she quickly got used to late-night T.V. shows, as they discussed next steps back and forth, with Stan interrupting conversations to yell out extremely accurate prices at the small box T.V. in front of the couch. It had grown on her, actually, and had turned rather… endearing. 

If not also incredibly hilarious, as he was so passionate about his own accuracy he usually forgot his volume, and sometimes took to ranting at her. 

“Hun! Hun! This is a load of malarkey I tell ya! That vacuum price is way too high! It don’t even come with added nozzle attachments!” 

She would laugh, and he would revel in making her do so. 

They had concluded the night in a similar fashion, and she had stumbled up to her bedroom. The first one on the right from the stairs. But he had lingered in the living room, muttering about tidying up some soda cans and taking the trash out quickly. 

She had shrugged it off, giving her goodnight, and made her way up the stairs. She had fallen asleep so quickly, she hadn’t heard the usual meandering steps of Stan as he made for his own room across the hall from her. 

She almost never woke up before him, another thing that surprised her. She figured he was the type to doze in and out in the early morning, but he seemed to be quick to rise and even quicker to make a pot of coffee, usually stumbling down the stairs thirty minutes before she could manage to roll out of bed. 

So she thought it odd to look down the stairs and not see the usual kitchen light on, and the usual grumble of the shitty coffee machine either. 

She found him snoring on his back, the throw blanket she had brought with her half on half off him. It had grown a little muggy in the shack, due to the distinct lack of central air, but Stan’s solution seemed to be very simple. 

Just wear less clothes. 

Something that wouldn’t disturb her in the slightest, if it were not for, well… Stan. 

She was a scientist, a usual logical thinker, and only slightly prude (due to her upbringing), but she was no idiot, and she knew the man she was cohabitating with was attractive. 

I mean, he was also funny- made her laugh more times than she could count. He was oddly sincere for his age and even more oddly protective. He was flippantly affectionate and even more flippantly kind to her. 

And he was also shirtless. 

Something she takes note of instantly, instinctually. Whipping her head to make for the kitchen, and trying to forget the curve of his broad shoulders and the slight swell of his stomach. The smattering of dark hair on his chest all the way down to the crisp edge of the boxers she had folded two days ago. 

Coffee, coffee coffee! 

She didn’t make as good of a cup as he did, she had never had to before. Something he scoffed at, but quickly took to doing himself. He made it every morning, now. Always up before her, with her mug waiting for her by her worn kitchen chair. 

She turned to the stove instead, moving pans and turning on the burner. She’d make breakfast for them instead of her shitty burnt coffee special. Pulling eggs and bacon out of the small fridge she went to work. 

The smell woke him up, and she noted his groggy fumbling to redress himself. Glancing out the archway from kitchen to living room she watched him pass to the stairs, still shirtless. He takes the stairs two at a time, back up to his room to retrieve new clothes she presumed. 

He returns in minutes, in typical fashion it took him not too long to get ready in the morning. 

He walks in, still stretching, with hair muddled from sleep. A pair of work jeans that had seen a lot of love in the past month, and a shirt that was quickly growing too tight around his arms and shoulders. She decided to ignore that sliver of stomach that peaked out when he raised his arms a little too high, otherwise, the bacon would burn. 

He made his way to the coffee machine, beginning the usual morning routine as it spurred to life. Moving to the sink he began washing their shared mugs. 

Breakfast was always a little quiet like they both couldn’t be bothered to open their mouths beyond sating their appetite. They still moved the same, instinctually and without words. Falling into their unassigned assigned seats, Stan moving to grab her feet and drag them across his lap, while she moved the salt and pepper between them both. She always reached across to his plate, grabbing his toast to butter first and then moving to her own. 

She had decided to interrupt their usual silence this morning, looking across to Stan as he fumbled with the morning paper. He always went straight to the comics in the morning, hoping to pick up on a joke to read to her that day, hoping to make her laugh first before anything else in the morning. 

But she had thrown a wrench in his usual plan (that she still hadn’t picked up on yet). 

“Why were you on the couch?” She asked, biting around her toast. 

“It’s cooler down here hun.” 

“I know heat rises Stan, but the sun rises on my side of the house in the morning. It ain’t that hot upstairs yet. Is there something wrong with your bed?” 

When first rearranging rooms he had resolved to take Stanford's old one. He didn’t want her to have to live in the shell his brother had left behind. His more intimate nick-nacks and sticky notes had been scattered around what is now Stan’s room. Along with his random mismatched socks and sweater vests, and his cologne. And he didn’t want to think about having her live around the last remnants of Stanford, because she got this weird look in her eyes already when she retraced his brother's writings and he couldn’t stand it. He had lived with Stanford for eighteen years, and sometimes entering the room was at least therapeutic. 

Except Stanford always had a weird affinity for sleeping on the ground. 

It’s the main reason Stanley even had the top bunk during their preteen years to begin with, because Stanford would find himself stiff on the floor most mornings. His brother had a tendency to doze away on any hard surface he could rest his head on, starting at his desk most nights, moving to his bed, but usually rolling off it in favor of the floor. Stanford was… not one for restful sleep. And his hard ass mattress showed it. 

“Ya.” Stan muttered behind the newspaper. “‘Ford trying to fuck my back up from another dimension.” 

“You can have my bed?” She offered up her own mattress, one she had splurged on with her own money. He still remembers her playing Goldilocks that day at the flash mattress sale she had circled in the classifieds the week before. 

He shook his head at the memory, them both laying side by side on each bed as she had discussed odds and ends. She had argued that she needed approximately 5 minutes on each mattress to sink into each, and that she couldn’t be intrinsically thinking about her comfort when doing so. So she had him lay beside her and talk to her, as she flipped from her back to her side testing out her comfort and considered the gravelness of his voice. Until she had landed on the right bed, the tenth one, declaring it her perfect match as she looked over at him beside her. 

“Nah, I can’t take your perfect match, hun, your one true love.” He joked, folding up the newspaper with the comics up, setting it aside in favor of looking at her. “Besides my bed is fine for now. I just… sometimes I like being close to the door.” 

She hummed. “I can rearrange the living room today? Do you want to move your bed downstairs?” She hadn’t even questioned it, still searching for something to sate his comfort. 

He laughed at this, he would never let her rearrange things without him and she knew it. He had hovered something harsh those first three months, moving around most things for her as she pointed from object to object. 

“No, no.” He shook his head. “I just, I ain’t used to sleeping in a room without a straight way out of it yet.” He admits, munching on his bacon, shrugging like he was discussing the weather. “So sometimes I just, sleep on the couch. No big deal.” 

She sits back in her seat, shock marring her face. He had spent so long hopping from place to place she had forgotten he hadn’t had a place to call home in a decade- besides his car. Something that may have four walls, but had no heart. 

Hotels, to cars, to floors of shelters, he had slept in questionable places for far too long, and in some cases Stanford’s room sometimes felt like a new prison, or at least reminded him of a certain Colombian one. Except this one contained taunting memories and a stupid amount of sweaters. 

It hurt more, to open his door to find hers closed, for some reason. He didn’t like the thought of her trapped either, nestled in a part of the house he couldn’t get to. But he didn’t know how to voice this to her without sounding mad in a way. Or obsessive maybe. 

She digs her toes into the junction of his ribs, grabbing his attention. She’s smiling across from him, and standing before he can ask why. Grabbing his hand, she pulls him up the stairs to their own parallel doors, not even hesitating to walk through the door Stanford used to call his own. 

She’s muttering under her breath as he stands in the doorway, landlocked by witnessing her in this exact space for some reason. She moves to the window, opening it all the way and fumbling with the screen. She gets it off and makes to climb out the window before he can protest. 

“If you want a way out, you got it right here!” She grunts, footing her way through to the shingled roof, his protests falling on deaf ears. 

“Get the fuck back in here!” He leans out, making to grab her. “Ain’t no way this shack's roof is any good!” 

She prances around, slightly mocking him by moving away from his waving arm. “Stan! It’s fine!” She laughs, the sun shining on her figure. Suddenly serious she stops, hands on her hips. “Seriously, if you need a way out, keep the window open, okay?” 

She crawls back through the window a moment later, using Stan’s hand as a weight as she balances back on the wooden floor. 

Still serious, she continues, “Stan if you need to keep the window open, you can keep the door open also if you feel like it.” 

She smiles like she has a brilliant idea, moving across the hall she opens her own room to display her own mess of things. “I can keep mine open also if it helps.” 

How the fuck had she read his mind? He was continually dumbfounded by her unquantifiable amounts of patience she had for him. Like it was a reserve she tapped into, to specifically deal with all his dumb bullshit. He would let it pile in the back of his head, but she’d reach back in and shake him awake, present him with a solution, and he forgets himself in his need to question “why?”. 

He had taken too long to respond, and she stands in the hall, hands wringing her too large t-shirt and looking surprisingly bashful. “Is this okay?” She asks, is this what you need? Vying for his approval as she continues. “Because really I don’t mind you sleeping on the couch, I really don’t, you can keep doing it if you like! Really! I just… I just…” 

Unspoken between them, he already knew. She meant well, she meant the best actually. She wanted him to be comfortable, here, with her. Wanted him to stop moving from place to place in the house because no where felt right because it all felt like a trap. Wanted him to know the four walls they shared could never be a prison, and that she didn’t want him to hop around anymore searching and clawing his way out of it. To not have to Goldilocks around the house, because across the hall from her had to be just right. 

And it was. Because she had read his mind as usual, and he was almost tired of being absolutely astounded by it. 

He nodded, smiling across from her, his confirmation in the squeeze he gave her hand as he reached for her again, and in the ruffling of her hair he gave her as he slipped from the house later. Making his way outside to his work, somehow lighter than usual.

They ended up on the couch most weekends, or at least most Saturday nights. 

She had insisted, against his better nature, that it was not appropriate to drink yourself into a stupor on a weekday. So he had gotten used to the shared moments on the weekend, routinely looking forward to shitty VHS movies and even shittier boxed wine and beer. 

She laughed at fucking everything when she was drunk. He almost wondered if she had ever been high, or if she even needed to be. He might as well be a stand up comedian most weekends, because if he thought he had a great audience Monday through Friday, well he had an even more endearing one on the weekends. 

It was a hot July night, and she had scoffed at his light beer that resided in the back of the fridge. Tisking at him as she danced around the kitchen, pouring sweet red wine into mugs (their only cups), and shooing him back to the couch. Only wine in the summer, only wine when it was this hot.

And it was hot, and humid, unsurprising for Oregon really. So hot in fact, that she had decided pjs were appropriate attire for the night, luckily for him. So he shed his jeans in favor of loose boxers and a well worn shirt. Unluckily for him, she had decided upon much the same wardrobe, which was odd for her and only uncomfortable for sober him. 

But he wasn’t sober anymore, and he had to admit she was rather enchanting hunched over on the couch, laughing at his shitty jokes with one of his old band t-shirts on, shorts that she made no indication of even owning, bagging up around the tops of her thighs. 

He had been intoxicated on numerous amounts of things, nothing, of course, too hard or addictive per say, but it’d be the first time he was this drunk on wine. 

And it was… different. 

He had scoffed at the movie she chose originally tonight. She always chose the second movie, and he chose the first. They had a habit of in depth discussing during films, especially when more intoxicated. 

But he had never been so incredibly invested in a romantic comedy in his entire life, he blamed his company and the alcohol. 

“I can’t believe that he thinks he stands a chance with the likes of her! She’s sacrificed so much! Her jobs on the line here and he won’t even consider marrying her for a green card!” He yelled, just about jumping at the screen. This man in the movie was ridiculous, demanding things from his assistant and throwing her away the next. 

She ran back into the room, mugs full with their next round. She had become the bartender tonight, waiting on him and grabbing snacks when he’d ask in exchange for rubbing her aching shoulders. 

“What did I miss!” She rushed back, handing him his mug and taking her seat back in front of him on the floor, her throw blanket being used as a cushion. 

He takes a sip, setting the mug aside her own on the floor and moving back to place his hands on her tense shoulders. 

“She’s being kicked out of the country right in front of her boss and he ain’t gonna do anything about it! She basically does everything for this man, why doesn’t he see he needs her?” 

She groans below him, her head rocking back as she takes her own drink. “Are we gonna discuss the intricates of them having a relationship though? I love marriage of convenience, don’t get me wrong, but that’s her boss! Isn’t there a weird power dynamic here?” 

“Oh ya!” He agrees, nodding along as his fingers began to dig into her muscles. “We gotta talk about that because if this gets creepy we gotta pick out a different one. He’s already pissing me off!” 

She looks up at him, eyes glowing with an idea. Enchanted, she moves away from him, crawling to the cabinet beside the T.V., and he really swears that he tries to look away. But he also reasons that it’ll be a while before he gets the chance to see her in shorts again. And fuck. 

She turns back, a new VHS in hand. “This!” She exclaims. “Now this is my favorite rom-com!” 

A shitty picture is well worn on the front of the movie sleeve, a VHS he doesn’t recognize from the donation bin sitting in her hands. She must have brought it with her, and she must have had it for a while. 

She crawls forward, movie in hand and a bright, flushed smile on her face. 

“Please, please, please Stanley! This one!” She all but yelled as she leaned up into him. His legs had already been parted to accommodate her sitting in front of him, but now were warm with her torso between them, as she crawled into his lap, movie still in hand and smile still on her face. She leaned up onto his chest, a fake pout on her lips as she looked up at him. 

He forgot himself for a minute, excusing her silently for calling him Stanley in her drunken plee. His hand finding her waist as he answered. 

“Okay, okay!” He snorted. “Better be a better love interest because this guy sucks.” 

He missed her as soon as she left, but his heart still felt something sick when she yelled victoriously on the ground, hand raised in celebration, movie clutched to her chest. Rolling from her current position to the VHS player and popping out the current horrendous movie. All the while she giggled, and he followed in much the same manner. Laughing while running his hand through his hair, trying to soothe himself to forget her warmth. 

She crawled back to him (fuck) settling back into his knees from her position on the ground. The title screen flashed, but he was much too busy watching it illuminate her face. Heart sick again when she leaned her head all the way back, hair across his knees and thighs, she smiles up at him, a thank you on her lips. Clutching his mug in her hands, bringing it to her lips for a sip before passing it up to him too. 

And when he carried her to bed that night he wondered when the tight sickness would leave him. He never closed either of their doors. 

It didn’t happen like this, that night. 

Not from what he could remember anyway, but he felt too groggy to care about accuracy and too intoxicated by the image of her to care much for what was right. 

Her hands had continued up his thighs from her place knelt in front of him, his back hot against the living room couch. She had climbed up on top of him, creeping up to sit on his knees and thighs like she had been there before. Her smile turned sweet into something twisted as she leaned in close to his face, the closest she had ever gotten to it. Whispering something between the heat between the two of them, something lost on him, as he tried to lean closer, tried to bridge the gap between their chests, aching to feel her against the very front of him. 

He knew it was different because she had never worn this in front of him before, at least willingly. He had caught her in the middle of the night, stumbling from her open bedroom door to the bathroom down the hall, panties striped and endearing on her ass. He had seen them in the washer, had seen her fold them and tuck them away. And she was in them, sitting on his fucking lap. 

His hands made for her, reaching behind her and dragging her close, his fingers edging the back of the band of her striped panties. 

She gasps like she does when she’s happy for him, always jumping from her position on the couch cheering along with him when he gets a stupid fucking The Price is Wrong answer right. 

And it’s how he imagined it, fuck, how he was currently dreaming of her noises. In bits and pieces he could remember, his brain scrambling to paint an image of her wanting him.  

Her hands edge along the back of his head, running through his long hair, and tracing to the front along his jaw. Mouth open, her fingers glide along the bottom of his lip, teasing. 

She whispers again, closer now. Her chest heaving against his own, her ass waits precariously positioned above right where he dreamt of her being. Right along the space he places her feet every morning, right where he thought she may kill him.

He catches it this time, between them. Her voice wavering like it had that day in the car when she had apologized for calling him him. He thought of begging for it, allowing her to say his name, but she had read his mind like she always fucking managed to do. 

“Please, Stanley.” 

He had surged forward like his own tidal wave, meeting her in the hot space between them. But he could only imagine a kiss with her, dream of it here. 

He imagined it slow, and building. Imagined her hesitation and the pout of her lip between his fucking teeth, imagined her moan when he eventually came back for more. 

Her hands pulled at his fucking hair, the only time she had placed them there to harm, and he groaned as she pulled him forward, meeting again in the middle of the heat they shared there on the couch. She moaned, her hips rushing to his own, making a new heat between them. 

The friction between them was the same as the kiss, slow and building. Grinding herself in the curve of his lap, right where they both needed each other. Every pass slightly faster, every groan from her more imagined, more unreal. 

The pressure felt real though, and her fingers in his hair felt even more so. His head thrown back on the couch, he looked down his nose at her, a groan leaving his throat as she makes a home in his shoulder, as her hips cause waves against his fucking lap. 

Her breath is hot on his neck, something real, and her echoing noises move up his shoulder to his ear and it makes him hotter than he could imagine. Her groans come to a precipice, getting higher in octave and volume and she thinks to fucking bite him there, right on his shoulder. 

The image she makes shakes him, his hands remembering where they are on her ass and hips, as he makes to work them harder, to somehow bring her closer and harder to the crook of his boxers. Her teeth nestle into him, and it makes him groan more, her hot breath and aching moans reverb off his skin back to him. 

It sends him reeling forward, his own head rushing off the back of the couch, groaning in heat, moving in blind passion. His head rests against the top of her own, his big hands digging into the fat of her behind, finger creeping in through the top of her panties. 

“Fuck.” He groans between them. “Fuck, honey.” His hips canting up, her moans echoing again, her teeth unlaching, like she can’t ground herself to him anymore, because all the movement is him now. He’s fucking using her, the pressure hot, and she peels back to look at him, a heat in her eyes he can’t have imagined. He must have seen it before, marring her face. He had, he swears, seen her with this heat in her eyes before.

He was using her. 

It stops just as abruptly as it began, and he wakes to his discomfort. His room is cool despite the morning sun, the curtains by his windows billowing out with September wind. His door wide open, and his hand curled around something that no longer needed relief. 

His other hand, clutching his hair in a fist. The back of his head tender from the pressure, and his fingers heavy from sleep. 

He got up quicker than usual, his heart still pounding oddly in his chest as he attempted to catch a breath he didn’t remember losing. On his way out of his room, dresssed for the day, he peaks into her parallel room, her door wide open like it was every day now. 

He groans low, she’s wearing the fucking stripes. 

He tries not to think about it the rest of the day, tries not to be disgusted with himself, but his chest aches something odd and his stride is somehow uneven for the rest of the day. His heart carries something sickly when he sees her that day, and she pretends it doesn’t hurt he’s oddly quiet that day, or that he doesn’t read her the morning comics like usual. 

She thinks it has something to do with how flushed he is, when she catches his staring that evening, as they sit beside each other on the couch, T.V. echoing in the background.

[meazalykov]

oberdorf's daughter

lena oberdorf x reader x daughter!oc

summary: the daughter who carries on the legacy of you and lena

meadow oberdorf stood in the center of the pitch, her heart pounding against her ribcage as the floodlights of the stadium illuminated the field.

the semis of the 2047 world cup—the biggest moment of her life. 

the german crowd roared around her, their cheers deafening, their chants reverberating through the air as if they were singing her name. she wore the number six jersey, the same number lena had worn during her legendary career. 

it was a badge of honor and an unspoken challenge, one she accepted with pride. she was lena’s daughter, after all, but she was also yours. 

you sat in the stands, leaning forward as you gripped lena’s hand tightly. her palm was as clammy as yours. she was nervous; you both were. this was no ordinary match, not for meadow, not for you. it was germany versus the united states. the weight of that alone pressed down on your chest. 

it was the two nations that defined your family—the one you were born into and the one you’d chosen through love and marriage.

your daughter’s dark brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, identical to lena’s signature style during her playing days. when meadow turned her head, her sharp features, the strong jawline, the defined cheekbones.. it reminded you of lena at her peak. 

as much as meadow looked like lena, her fire, her stubborn determination, and her unwavering ability to push through the toughest of situations? that was you. that was all you.

meadow hadn’t slept much the night before the match. her mind was racing as she replayed years of memories. she’d grown up watching clips of you as a 17-year-old prodigy in 2019, scoring the winning goal in the final against the netherlands. 

your fiery passion on the field had always inspired her. she remembered the stories lena told her about the infamous 2027 final—germany versus the united states, where you and lena faced off in what the press had called the “battle of the greatest countries in women’s football.” 

you scored two goals that final, leading the 2-0 u.s. victory, and lena still joked about how it took her weeks to forgive you, despite you going to her doorstep every morning to give her forgiveness flowers.

growing up in a household where both parents were icons of the sport wasn’t easy, but meadow thrived under the weight of expectation. she learned tactics and strength from lena, who taught her how to read the game and control the midfield with calm precision. 

from you, she inherited creativity, speed, and the ability to turn a match on its head with a single moment of brilliance.

still, nothing could have prepared her for this—facing the united states in the world cup semifinals. it wasn’t just any team. it was your team, the one that had shaped you, molded you, and catapulted you into football history. 

“don’t think about that,” you told her the night before the match, sitting beside her on the couch in the team hotel. you visited her specifically when she asked to talk with you, and you alone without her other mama.

meadow leaned into your side, seeking comfort like she always did when the pressure became too much. 

“focus on your game. don’t play for obi or for me. play for yourself. that’s all that matters.”

meadow didn’t say much. she simply nodded, her dark eyes focused on the floor. but you knew her well enough to see the conflict raging inside her. she wanted to make you proud, but how could she when you were american? how could she look you in the eyes if her goal meant eliminating the country you’d once captained?

“listen to me,” you whispered, turning her face to look at you. 

“you don’t owe me or mama lena anything, okay? you’re already everything we could’ve dreamed of. tomorrow, no matter what happens, i’ll be rooting for you. nobody else. you.”

tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. “thanks, mama.”

as the match progressed, you watched meadow closely. her every movement was deliberate and purposeful. she covered the midfield with ease, combining lena’s physicality with your tactical awareness. 

when the united states launched an attack, meadow was there, intercepting a pass with a perfectly timed slide tackle. lena jumped to her feet beside you, clapping and cheering loudly, her pride unmistakable.

the u.s. defense was solid, and germany struggled to break through. the scoreline remained 0-0, and as the minutes ticked by, the tension in the stadium grew thicker. meadow’s face was a mask of focus, but you knew her well enough to see the frustration building.

 

in the 89th minute, the ball found its way to meadow at the edge of the box. her teammate had passed it to her under pressure, and meadow had seconds—maybe less—to make a decision. time seemed to slow as she took a single touch to control the ball, her head lifting to scan the goal. 

the american goalkeeper was positioned well, but meadow didn’t hesitate. 

with a sharp pivot and a quick shift of her body weight, she struck the ball with her right foot. the shot was a rocket, curving through the air like it had a mind of its own. it sailed past the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper and crashed into the top corner of the net.

the stadium erupted.

meadow stood frozen for a moment, as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. then, as the roar of the crowd washed over her, she turned and ran toward the corner flag, her hands outstretched, her face lit up with pure joy. mea’s german teammates swarmed her, piling on top of her in celebration. 

you and lena were on your feet, shouting and cheering. your heart felt like it might burst from your chest as you watched meadow step out of the huddle, pointing at the german badge on her chest. she looked straight at the stands, her eyes searching until they found you.

she mouthed something—"this is for you"—and you felt your throat tighten with emotion.

lena pulled you into a tight hug, her own tears streaming down her face. “that’s our girl,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pride. 

“our daughter.”

after the final whistle, germany’s victory was sealed, and meadow’s goal became the defining

moment of the match. as the players celebrated on the field, meadow broke away and sprinted toward the stands where you and lena were. 

security let her through, and before you knew it, she was in your arms, her jersey damp with sweat, her face flushed with exertion and happiness.

“i did it, mama,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. 

“i did it.”

you cupped her face in your hands, your own tears finally spilling over. 

“you were incredible. absolutely incredible.”

lena joined the embrace, wrapping both of you in her arms. “we’re so proud of you, mein schatz,” she said, kissing the top of meadow’s head. 

meadow pulled back slightly, looking at you with a wide grin. 

“you don’t think i’m a traitor, right? for knocking out the u.s.?”

you laughed, shaking your head. 

“are you kidding me? that was one of the best goals i’ve ever seen. and trust me, i’ve seen a lot.”

“probably better than your second goal against us back in 2027..” 

“hey!” you gasped in fake offensiveness.

“i’m kidding! besides meadow,” lena added with a smirk, “you’ve always been german anyways.”

meadow smiled, her eyes shining with pride and relief. 

“i couldn’t have done it without you guys. without everything you’ve taught me.”

you hugged her again, holding her tightly. 

“you didn’t just make us proud tonight, meadow. you made yourself proud.”

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authors note: this wasn't in wip since I typed this up in the middle of the night (couldn't sleep and thought this was a cute idea that I couldn't forget about). enjoy the two fics in one day :)

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Pisces gain fame through their creativity, sensitivity, and their ability to touch the hearts of others. With Fame in Pisces, this sign excels in the arts, music, and film, as their talent for creating deep emotional worlds and their empathy put them in the spotlight. Fame comes through their ability to inspire and move people, touching their souls with their art and unique sensitivity.

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Skating the Divide

Part 1 - Rivals at First Sight | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Myoui Mina x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 4k

Synopsis: On the ice, every move tells a story. For two skaters with opposing styles, the competition is more than just a test of skill. It’s a clash of worlds.

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The arena lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the crowd as Y/N skated to the center of the rink. She could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on her, judges, competitors, spectators. The sound of her skates cutting against the ice was the only thing grounding her as she took her starting position.

The opening notes of her music. A haunting, melancholic melody echoed through the space, and Y/N moved. Her arms swept gracefully above her head, her movements flowing like water as she melted into the music. This was her escape, her sanctuary.

She launched into her first jump, a double axel, and landed cleanly. Relief bubbled up inside her, but she couldn’t lose focus. Her next move, a triple loop, was far riskier. She gained momentum, her skates slicing through the ice like a blade, and took off.

For a second, she soared, her body suspended in perfect defiance of gravity.

Then she landed. It wasn’t perfect. Her skate wobbled slightly on impact, but she stayed upright. Applause rippled through the crowd.

“Not bad,” Y/N thought, her heart hammering as she transitioned into a set of spins. The rink became a blur of white and color as her arms curved above her head. She poured her emotions into every motion, the fear of failure, the yearning to prove herself, the joy of simply being on the ice.

The choreography flowed naturally, with a wild, untamed energy that set her apart from the pristine routines of her competitors. When she reached the climax of the routine, she went for a final daring move: a combination spin with a dramatic flourish. The crowd gasped as she ended in a graceful crouch, her arms reaching out as though pulling the music to her.

She held her position as the last note faded into silence, the stillness broken only by the sound of her breathing. Then the applause erupted.

Y/N straightened, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she skated to the edge of the rink. Her heart swelled with pride. She’d done it. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers.

In the judges’ booth, pens scribbled furiously on scorecards. Y/N watched the screen, her stomach twisting in knots as the scores were tallied.

“6.8.” “7.2.” “6.5.”

The numbers appeared one by one, and Y/N felt her heart sink. The applause from the crowd had been warm, but the judges weren’t nearly as generous.

“She’s got potential,” one judge muttered, loud enough for her to overhear as she passed. “But she’s rough around the edges.”

“Unpolished,” another added, shaking their head. “She needs refinement.”

Y/N forced a smile as she waved to the audience one last time, skating off the rink and into the waiting area. Her chest ached with frustration. She knew she wasn’t perfect, but she’d hoped her passion would count for something.

Mina Myoui sat among the other skaters, her poise a stark contrast to the animated chatter around her. While others leaned forward to analyze the performances or muttered predictions about scores, Mina remained as composed as ever, her slender frame draped elegantly over her seat. Her dark, expressive eyes tracked Y/N as she exited the rink, noting the wide smile the younger skater gave the audience despite the lukewarm scores flashing on the screen.

Mina’s gaze drifted to the monitor replaying Y/N’s performance. It was chaotic yet captivating. Spins that teetered on the edge of brilliance, jumps with ambitious height but uneven landings. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her fingers tapped lightly against her elbow as she spoke, her voice low but audible enough for the skater beside her.

“She’s flashy,” Mina said, almost to herself. There was no malice in her tone, only an analytical coolness.

“Raw, though,” the fellow skater replied, leaning in slightly. “She could be a wildcard.”

Mina’s lips tightened, and she tilted her head, as if considering the idea before dismissing it outright. “A wildcard won’t make it far here.” Her words were clipped and deliberate, like the way she executed her movements on the ice. “It takes discipline and precision to succeed, not... whatever that was.”

The other skater raised an eyebrow, but Mina didn’t elaborate. Instead, her focus returned to the screen, which now displayed a slow-motion shot of Y/N’s final spin, her arms outstretched in a dramatic pose that drew cheers from the crowd.

Mina couldn’t deny that Y/N had an undeniable presence. The way she skated, it was as if she was pouring her soul into every movement, wearing her emotions like a second costume. It was... arresting. But to Mina, it was also dangerous, reckless even. Emotion without control was a storm waiting to collapse under its own weight.

A flicker of unease stirred in Mina’s chest, a sensation she rarely felt when watching her competitors. It wasn’t fear exactly, but something adjacent to it.

She pushed the thought away.

The announcer’s voice echoed through the arena, signaling Mina Myoui’s turn. As she glided onto the ice, a hush fell over the crowd, their attention instantly riveted. The spotlight caught the subtle shimmer of her costume, a sleek, pale blue design adorned with delicate silver accents that mirrored her skating style. Refined, effortless, and meticulously planned.

Mina took her starting position at center ice, her posture as poised as a statue. Her music began, a hauntingly elegant orchestral piece that matched her every movement with precision. With the first note, Mina sprang to life, her blades slicing through the ice like a whisper. She radiated control, her movements fluid and exacting as though she had calculated every angle and line.

The first element, a triple lutz, was executed flawlessly. She landed with a grace that seemed to defy physics, her arms extended in perfect symmetry. A collective gasp of admiration rippled through the audience, followed by a wave of applause. Mina barely acknowledged it, her focus unbroken as she transitioned into a set of tight spins, her form impeccable.

Her routine continued, each jump, spiral, and turn delivered with the precision of a metronome. Yet, it wasn’t just technical brilliance that captivated the audience. It was her presence. Mina had a way of commanding the ice, her gaze steady, her movements speaking of a confidence honed through years of discipline and dedication.

As the routine neared its climax, she attempted her most daring move, a combination spin that required both power and finesse. Mina’s arms stretched skyward, her body elongating as she gained momentum. The spin was flawless, her movements so synchronized with the music that it seemed as though she were the conductor of the orchestra itself.

The final pose came as the music faded, leaving the arena suspended in a heartbeat of silence before thunderous applause erupted. Mina remained still for a moment, allowing the energy of the crowd to wash over her before she straightened and skated gracefully to the edge of the rink.

In the judges’ booth, pens moved rapidly, and numbers flashed on the screen almost immediately:

“9.8.“ “9.7.“ “9.9.”

The highest scores of the evening.

Later, in the press area, Mina found herself surrounded by a familiar crowd of reporters, their notebooks and cameras at the ready. The questions came rapid-fire, and Mina answered each one with her usual poise, her words polished and measured.

“How do you feel about your chances this year?”

“I’m confident,” Mina replied smoothly, her serene smile giving nothing away. “The competition is always fierce, but I’ve prepared thoroughly.”

“Any thoughts on the younger skaters this season?”

Mina’s expression didn’t falter, though the question gave her pause. “It’s always exciting to see new talent,” she said diplomatically. “They bring fresh energy to the competition.”

The questions shifted, narrowing in on specific competitors. When Y/N’s name was mentioned, Mina’s smile remained, but a flicker of something colder crossed her eyes.

“She’s... spirited,” Mina said after a brief pause. The word hung in the air, and her tone was carefully neutral. “But skating isn’t just about passion. It’s about control, precision, and respect for the craft. Sometimes, raw talent isn’t enough.”

The comment was calculated, polite on the surface but barbed beneath. It wasn’t a direct insult, but it was enough to convey her thoughts without breaking her polished image.

Y/N didn’t miss a word. She had been walking past the press area, her heart still stinging from the judges’ scores, when she caught Mina’s voice.

At first, she thought she’d misheard. Spirited? Passionate? Then the other words followed, each one digging into her like the sharp edge of a skate. Raw talent isn’t enough.

Her fists clenched at her sides as she froze in place, listening to the faint hum of Mina’s voice continue beyond her line of sight.

“Figures,” Y/N muttered, her voice bitter as she quickened her pace toward the locker room. “Robot on ice.”

As she stormed down the corridor, the sting of Mina’s words burned in her chest. She’d always known her skating wasn’t as polished as some of the elites, but to hear Mina, a skater she begrudgingly admired, dismiss her so easily was infuriating. Her mind raced with retorts she wished she’d said aloud.

“She doesn’t know me,” Y/N thought bitterly. “She doesn’t know what I’ve been through or how hard I’ve worked.”

But as much as she wanted to brush it off, Mina’s words stayed with her, striking a nerve she hadn’t even realized was exposed.

One thing was certain. Mina Myoui had just earned herself a permanent spot on Y/N’s list of least favorite people.

Backstage, the cold from the rink seemed to hang in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of freshly sharpened blades. Skaters moved about in small groups, chatting in hushed tones or stretching on benches. The atmosphere was tense, a mix of camaraderie and competition that set everyone’s nerves on edge.

Y/N sat slumped on a bench in a quieter corner, her skates half-untied, the laces tangled in her lap. Her usually bright demeanor was clouded by frustration, and she muttered under her breath as Mina’s voice from the press area replayed in her mind like a broken record.

“Spirited,” she said mockingly, twisting the word into something sharp. “Raw talent isn’t enough. Who even talks like that?”

She tugged at the laces of her skate a little too forcefully, wincing as the leather bit into her hand. “Figures. Perfect little ice queen with her perfect little routines. Bet she’s never even—”

A shadow fell over her, cutting off her muttering. Y/N glanced up, and her breath hitched slightly. There Mina stood, perfectly composed, her slender frame casting an imposing presence despite her smaller stature. Her dark eyes were steady, her hands clasped loosely in front of her.

“Congratulations on your performance,” Mina said, her voice smooth and polite. Her tone, however, was colder than the ice they skated on. “It was... passionate.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. She could hear the condescension tucked neatly into the compliment, like a thorn hidden in a rose.

“Gee, thanks,” Y/N replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She rose to her feet, untied skate laces forgotten, and squared her shoulders. Though shorter than Mina, she refused to be dwarfed by the champion’s intimidating presence. “That’s almost a nice thing to say. Almost.”

Mina blinked, her serene mask unshaken. “I meant it,” she replied, her voice calm but detached. “You have energy. But skating is about more than just energy. Passion without control is like... a spark without a flame. It burns out quickly.”

Y/N’s fists clenched at her sides. “Oh, I get it. You’re all about being perfect, aren’t you?” she snapped, her voice rising just enough to catch the attention of a few nearby skaters. “Everything just so, like a little robot on ice.”

Mina’s lips pressed into a thin line, her composure slipping just enough to reveal the faintest flash of irritation in her eyes. “And you’re a show-off who can’t stick a landing,” she replied, her tone still maddeningly even but the words cutting like a blade.

The tension between them thickened, drawing curious glances from the skaters nearby who pretended to stretch while clearly eavesdropping. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, her jaw tightening as she fought to keep her temper in check.

“Better a show-off than a snooze fest,” Y/N shot back, her tone defiant. “At least people remember my routines. Can’t say the same for you, Miss Perfection.”

Mina tilted her head slightly, as though considering Y/N’s words with mild amusement. “Perhaps,” she said at last. “But memorable doesn’t always mean good.”

Y/N flinched inwardly at the subtle sting, but she refused to let it show. She opened her mouth to fire off another retort, but before she could, a voice cut through the tension.

“Excuse me, ladies,” an official said, stepping between Y/N and Mina with a clipboard in hand. His brisk tone cut through the tension like a blade. “You’re both needed in the meeting room for an important announcement.”

Mina straightened, her cold, composed mask slipping back into place. With a curt nod, she turned on her heel, her skates clicking against the polished floor as she walked away.

Y/N lingered for a moment, glaring at Mina’s retreating figure before muttering under her breath, “Oh, this better be good.” She yanked off the rest of her loosened skate and followed, her footsteps heavier and far less graceful than Mina’s deliberate stride.

The meeting room buzzed with anticipation as skaters filed in, whispering to each other about what the sudden announcement could mean. Y/N leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, still bristling from her earlier confrontation with Mina. She scanned the room, her stomach churning with nerves. She didn’t trust surprises in a competition like this, they usually didn’t work in her favor.

Mina, on the other hand, sat near the front of the room, her posture as impeccable as ever. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap, but her sharp eyes betrayed her own unease. Surprises didn’t sit well with her either. In her world, everything was planned, controlled, and executed with precision. Anything outside of that framework was a distraction at best, a threat at worst.

The head of the competition committee stepped to the front of the room, clearing his throat to silence the murmurs.

“This year,” he began, “we’ve decided to introduce a new category to the national competition, a surprise doubles event.”

The room erupted into noise, a cacophony of gasps, exclamations, and frantic whispers.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her stomach lurching. Doubles? Like pairs skating? She blinked, her mind racing. She’d never skated doubles in her life. The thought of having to coordinate every move with someone else felt like an impossible challenge.

Mina’s reaction was subtler but no less significant. Her fingers tightened slightly on her lap, the only outward sign of her unease. Doubles, she thought with a frown. This changes everything. Her mind immediately began running through possible pairings. A strong, disciplined partner could complement her precision. It wouldn’t be ideal, doubles weren’t her specialty but it was manageable.

The official raised his voice to cut through the noise. “Pairs have been assigned based on skill balance and potential synergy,” he continued, scanning the room with an unreadable expression. “And the first pairing is...” He paused for dramatic effect, glancing at his clipboard.

“Y/N and Mina Myoui.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Y/N’s mouth fell open slightly as she froze, the words echoing in her head. Me and... Mina? Her stomach dropped. Of all the skaters, she had to be paired with the one person who’d just shredded her confidence to pieces in front of the press.

Mina’s head snapped toward the official, her usually serene expression replaced by something bordering on disbelief. Her hands gripped the edge of her chair, the faintest crease forming between her brows.

“There must be a mistake,” Mina said, her voice controlled but tense.

“There’s no mistake,” the official replied, his tone firm. “We believe you two will bring something unique to this category.”

Y/N felt heat rise to her face, part indignation, part frustration. She glanced at Mina, who looked as though she were calculating the precise words to end this absurd pairing. A bitter laugh bubbled up in Y/N’s throat.

“Guess you’re stuck with a show-off who can’t stick a landing,” she said, unable to stop herself.

Mina turned her head sharply toward Y/N, her lips pressing into a thin line. “And I suppose I’ll have to teach a robot how to improvise,” she replied, her voice dropping to an icy whisper.

Mina clenched her jaw, her mind reeling. She couldn’t imagine a worse pairing. Y/N was impulsive, undisciplined, and utterly unpredictable. The idea of having to rely on someone like her made Mina’s stomach churn. How am I supposed to work with someone who doesn’t even respect the fundamentals? she thought bitterly.

Still, beneath her frustration, there was a flicker of something more troubling. A nagging thought that refused to go away. Despite her lack of refinement, Y/N had something Mina couldn’t quite name, an energy that drew people in. As much as Mina wanted to deny it, that same energy had unsettled her during Y/N’s performance earlier.

She shoved the thought aside. Focus. Control. You can manage this. You have to.

Y/N crossed her arms, doing her best to mask the surge of nerves rising in her chest. Her confidence had already taken a hit from Mina’s earlier comments, and now she’d have to share the rink with her? It felt like a cruel joke.

But as much as Y/N hated the idea of working with Mina, there was a stubborn part of her that refused to back down. Let’s see how she handles working with someone who doesn’t bow to her every rule.

Still, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered doubts. Mina’s perfection was intimidating, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be able to keep up. Her thoughts spiraled briefly, visions of stumbles and glares from Mina flashing through her mind.

But then, she straightened her shoulders and clenched her fists. No way am I letting her get to me.

The next morning came too soon. As Y/N laced up her skates in the locker room, the reality of their first practice as partners began to set in. Across the room, Mina sat, her posture flawless even as she tied her skates with quiet precision.

They didn’t speak, but the tension between them was palpable. It hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and unyielding.

“Ready?” Mina finally said, her voice calm but devoid of warmth.

“As I’ll ever be,” Y/N muttered, standing and grabbing her jacket. She refused to let Mina see the flicker of anxiety in her eyes.

Together, they stepped onto the ice.

The rink was eerily quiet as Mina and Y/N glided out for their first practice as partners. The arena’s bright lights reflected off the smooth surface, casting a cold, sterile glow. The usual hum of spectators and teammates was absent, leaving only the sound of their skates slicing into the ice to fill the silence.

Y/N exhaled sharply, glancing at Mina, who was already gliding to the center of the rink with her usual precision. Mina moved as though she owned the ice. Every step deliberate, every motion exuding control. Y/N, on the other hand, was still grappling with the absurdity of their pairing.

What am I even doing here? Y/N thought, the knot of irritation in her chest tightening. She forced a grin, determined not to let Mina see her hesitation.

Mina, meanwhile, was assessing the rink as if planning a military strategy. She didn’t look at Y/N directly, but her calm, practiced demeanor spoke volumes. If I can just get her to listen, Mina thought, this won’t be as painful as it has to be.

But she wasn’t optimistic.

“Let’s start with basic holds,” Mina said as Y/N skated up to her. Her tone was clipped and businesslike, as though they weren’t equals but a student and teacher. “We need to establish balance before we move on to lifts.”

“Fine,” Y/N replied with a shrug, masking the flicker of annoyance that passed through her. She let Mina guide her into a simple handhold, their fingers locking briefly. Mina’s grip was firm, steady, and impersonal, like holding a machine rather than a person.

“Straighten your arm,” Mina said, her gaze critical.

“It is straight,” Y/N shot back, shifting her posture defensively.

Mina sighed, the sound soft but laden with exasperation. “If you don’t maintain the correct posture, we won’t be able to execute clean movements. Just follow my lead.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue. For now, she thought grimly.

They began to skate, their movements stiff and disconnected. Mina glided effortlessly, her strokes measured and fluid, but Y/N struggled to match her rhythm. She wanted to skate the way she always did, with freedom, with flair but Mina’s rigid structure left no room for creativity.

By their third attempt at a basic lift, Y/N’s frustration boiled over.

“Stop trying to micromanage every second!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation after Mina stiffened mid-lift. “Not everything has to be so... calculated.”

Mina pinched the bridge of her nose, her expression calm but betraying a hint of tension. “If it’s not calculated, it’s chaos,” she replied, her voice cool but sharp. “Your improvisation has no structure, no plan. It’s why you keep stumbling.”

“It’s called creativity!” Y/N snapped, skating backward to put some distance between them. Her chest heaved with the effort of keeping her temper in check. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Mina’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Creativity doesn’t mean flailing around and hoping for the best,” she said evenly. “It means discipline. Control. Something you seem to lack entirely.”

As the words left her mouth, Mina felt a flicker of regret. She wasn’t one to lose her temper, not usually. But working with Y/N was testing her limits in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

This isn’t personal, she reminded herself, taking a calming breath. This is about the competition.

But there was a part of her, buried deep beneath the polished exterior, that couldn’t ignore Y/N’s energy. It was wild and chaotic, yes, but there was something about it that tugged at Mina’s carefully constructed world.

And she hated it.

Y/N’s hands balled into fists at her sides as she stared Mina down. Her chest burned with indignation, but beneath the anger was something more vulnerable. Something that stung.

She thinks I’m a joke, Y/N thought bitterly, her gaze flicking to Mina’s pristine posture and calm expression. She thinks she’s better than me. But she doesn’t know anything about how I skate, how I feel when I’m out there.

Her heart pounded as she straightened her shoulders. She wasn’t going to let Mina’s condescending attitude get to her.

“Fine,” Y/N said, skating back toward Mina with a forced smile. “Let’s do it your way. Lead on, oh fearless leader.”

Mina raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. Together, they attempted the lift again, Mina shifting into position as Y/N braced herself to lift. Y/N’s arms locked around Mina’s waist, her muscles tensing as she hoisted Mina off the ice.

But Y/N’s natural instinct to embellish, rising a little higher, adding a slight flourish, threw them off balance. They teetered dangerously before Mina yelped, and Y/N stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding a fall.

“See? This is what happens when you don’t follow a plan,” Mina said, skating a small circle around Y/N, her frustration evident in her clipped tone.

“And this is what happens when you’re too stiff to adapt,” Y/N retorted, brushing herself off.

Hours passed, each attempt ending in failure. Every interaction felt like a battle, a clash of two worlds too different to coexist. By the end of the session, both were drenched in sweat and utterly drained.

Y/N leaned against the rink’s edge, her legs trembling with exhaustion. “This is going to be a nightmare,” she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with equal parts frustration and dread. Mina, overhearing her, didn’t respond. But the slight clench of her jaw spoke volumes. Skating off the ice, she thought grimly, I’ve dealt with difficult partners before. But this... this is something else.

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Leo in Houses : What makes you proud?

1st House (Self-Image): Radiant Confidence

Leo in the 1st house illuminates your self-image with an irresistible charisma and a resolute sense of pride. You possess a magnetic aura that commands attention and admiration, effortlessly drawing others to your captivating presence. Your unique identity radiates with an unyielding confidence that captivates those around you, leaving an indelible mark of distinction and self-assurance. You take great pride in your natural leadership qualities and your innate ability to shine in any situation, fostering an environment where your individuality becomes an inspiration for others to follow.

2nd House (Material Wealth): Regal Abundance

With Leo gracing your 2nd house, you derive pride from your luxurious lifestyle and financial security. You take great joy in the opulence you've meticulously cultivated, displaying your prosperity to the world with a regal flair. Your indulgent tastes and penchant for the finer things in life reflect your inherent desire for comfort and extravagance, and you feel a deep sense of satisfaction in surrounding yourself with tangible symbols of your success. Your unwavering confidence in your ability to create and maintain wealth projects an image of abundance and prosperity that is not only tangible but also serves as a source of inspiration for those around you.

3rd House (Communication): Expressive Brilliance

With Leo gracing your 3rd house, you possess a unique and vibrant communication style that fills you with a sense of pride. Your eloquence and expressive nature captivate those around you, making you a compelling storyteller and an engaging conversationalist. You take immense delight in articulating your ideas with flair, infusing your words with passion and confidence, leaving a lasting impression on your listeners. Your intellectual prowess and persuasive charm allow you to effortlessly convey complex concepts in a way that is both enlightening and entertaining, establishing you as a magnetic force of expressive brilliance that effortlessly commands attention and respect.

4th House (Home and Family): Majestic Roots

Leo gracing your 4th house signifies your profound pride in your nurturing role within your family and the sense of warmth you instill in your home. You derive immense joy from creating a secure and loving environment, one that serves as the cornerstone of familial unity and love. Your regal demeanor and natural leadership qualities make you the pillar of strength, fostering closeness and admiration among your loved ones. Your dedication to providing a stable and affectionate space allows your family to thrive, with you at the helm, radiating a majestic aura of protection, love, and unwavering support that forms the very roots of your familial harmony and pride.

5th House (Creativity): Theatrical Inspiration

With Leo illuminating your 5th house, your creative passion ignites like a radiant stage spotlight. You find an immense sense of pride in your artistic talents, reveling in the opportunity to express yourself in grand and dramatic ways. Your creative pursuits take center stage, captivating your audience with a unique flair that demands attention and admiration. Your vibrant and expressive nature infuses your artistic endeavors with a theatrical inspiration that sets you apart, drawing the spotlight toward your dynamic and compelling expressions of creativity. You bask in the glow of your own artistic ingenuity, finding validation and fulfillment in the profound impact your creativity has on those who have the privilege of witnessing your imaginative brilliance.

6th House (Work Ethic): Mighty Efficiency

With Leo gracing your 6th house, you take immense pride in your strong work ethic and unwavering dedication to your responsibilities. Your reliability and competence shine brightly, earning you well-deserved recognition and admiration. You approach your tasks with a sense of majesty, infusing every duty with a regal touch that sets you apart as a paragon of efficiency and capability. You find deep satisfaction in the praise you receive for your diligence, reveling in the acknowledgment of your unyielding commitment to excellence. Your mighty presence in the realm of work and responsibility serves as a powerful inspiration for those around you, fostering an atmosphere of productivity and professionalism that reflects your stellar work ethic and steadfast determination.

7th House (Partnerships): Royal Allegiance

Leo gracing your 7th house infuses your partnerships with a sense of regal pride and unwavering commitment. You find immense joy in providing steadfast loyalty and unwavering support to your partner, valuing the sense of commitment and dedication that underpins your relationship. Your affectionate nature and generous spirit create an environment of mutual adoration and respect, fostering a connection that is built on a foundation of admiration and devotion. You expect your noble and affectionate gestures to be met with admiration and validation, seeking acknowledgment for your unwavering allegiance and the regal presence you bring to the sacred bond of partnership.

8th House (Challenges): Courageous Resilience

With Leo gracing your 8th house, you find pride in your unwavering ability to face and overcome life's challenges with a dignified and courageous spirit. Your unwavering emotional fortitude serves as a source of strength, enabling you to confront even the most daunting of adversities with grace and resilience. You take profound satisfaction in the admiration earned from your ability to navigate difficult situations, inspiring those around you with your unwavering resolve and regal composure. Your courageous approach to life's trials and tribulations serves as a powerful testament to your inner strength and fortitude, setting you apart as a beacon of hope and inspiration for those who witness your dignified journey through the darkest of storms.

9th House (Philosophy): Noble Wisdom

With Leo gracing your 9th house, you derive immense pride from your vast knowledge and profound philosophical insights. Your intellectual pursuits and expansive understanding of the world fill you with a sense of noble wisdom that is both enlightening and inspiring. You take great pleasure in sharing your wealth of knowledge with others, reveling in the profound impact your teachings have on those seeking guidance and enlightenment. Your regal approach to imparting wisdom and motivation serves as a beacon of hope and inspiration, uplifting those around you with your profound insights and your unwavering commitment to the pursuit of truth and enlightenment.

10th House (Career): Glorious Achievement

With Leo gracing your 10th house, you channel your ambitious drive for professional success and recognition with a regal grace. You take immense pride in your leadership qualities and your unwavering dedication to achieving greatness in your chosen field. Your unyielding pursuit of excellence and your authoritative presence demand acknowledgment and admiration from your peers and superiors. You approach your career with a resolute determination to leave a lasting impact, establishing yourself as a beacon of inspiration and influence. Your professional achievements stand as a testament to your regal stature, symbolizing the heights of success and recognition that are the hallmark of your illustrious career journey.

11th House (Friendships): Influential Magnetism

With Leo gracing your 11th house, you bask in the influential role you hold within your social circle. You take immense pride in your ability to lead and inspire others toward shared goals and aspirations, radiating a magnetic charisma that captivates and motivates those around you. Your unwavering confidence and regal presence make you a natural guiding force, and you derive deep satisfaction from the admiration earned through your charismatic guidance. You revel in the harmonious camaraderie and shared vision that flourishes within your friendships, symbolizing the profound impact and lasting legacy you create through your influential magnetism within your social network.

12th House (Spirituality): Majestic Resilience

With Leo gracing your 12th house, you find pride in your inner strength and profound resilience, which serve as your guiding light through personal struggles. You derive joy from conquering life's challenges with grace and courage, drawing upon your majestic resilience to overcome even the most daunting of obstacles. You seek validation and fulfillment in your profound emotional endurance and spiritual nobility, viewing each hardship as an opportunity for personal growth and spiritual enlightenment. Your regal approach to navigating the depths of your subconscious mind and spiritual journey serves as a testament to your unwavering strength and the noble grace with which you face the trials and tribulations that come your way.

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Hey! I REALLY LOVE your work ❤️

Could you do a part 3 of "A Flower Among Stone" please?

Where the reader finaly agrees to go to Eregion with Elrond. They're invited to have diner with Celebrimbor. Some other elfs make fun of the reader because of her dwarvish maners and Elrond stand up for her?

Absolutely!! I love these two. They are so sweet together

Among Friends and Enemies

The sun was high, casting its golden light over the vast expanse of Eregion, bathing the city in warmth and brilliance. The towers and spires gleamed, their elegant curves catching the light, while the air smelled faintly of fresh blossoms and crisp mountain air. It was a far cry from the cool depths of Khazad-dûm, and though you felt the ache of homesickness, there was something undeniably captivating about this elven city.

It had been months since you last saw Elrond, and his invitation—once politely refused so many times—had finally worn you down. You weren’t sure what had changed. Perhaps it was Disa’s teasing, or Durin’s knowing looks, or maybe it was your own curiosity. Whatever the reason, here you were, standing at the gates of Eregion, dwarfed by its beauty and majesty.

A familiar figure approached, graceful and composed, yet with a warmth in his expression that softened the sharp edges of his features. Elrond.

“You came,” he said, his voice rich with surprise and something more tender that he didn’t try to hide.

You smiled, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. “I suppose I got tired of saying no.”

Elrond chuckled, a soft sound that seemed to ease the tension in the air. “It is no small journey, and yet you made it.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world seemed quieter, the bustling city beyond the gates fading into the background. “I’m glad you did.”

You felt the weight of those words, the sincerity in them, and you lowered your gaze, feeling suddenly shy. “I wanted to see what was so important about Mithril,” you said lightly, trying to break the intensity of the moment. “And perhaps to prove Disa wrong.”

Elrond’s lips curved into a smile. “Disa is rarely wrong.”

“That’s what makes it all the more infuriating,” you replied, your tone teasing.

He stepped closer, offering his arm in a gesture both formal and familiar. “Shall I show you, then? What we’ve been working on?”

You hesitated for only a moment before slipping your hand through his arm. “Lead the way.”

As you walked through the city, Elrond pointed out the marvels of Eregion—the intricate stonework, the lush gardens, the graceful arches that seemed to reach for the sky. Yet it was not the city’s beauty that held your attention, but the way Elrond spoke, his voice filled with pride and reverence, his passion for his people and their craft shining through with every word.

At last, you arrived at a large, open hall where elves worked with quiet precision. The scent of molten metal and polished stone filled the air, and in the center of the room, resting on a pedestal, was a small ingot of Mithril, its surface shimmering with a light of its own.

Elrond released your arm and stepped toward it, his expression softening. “This,” he said, gesturing to the Mithril, “is more than just a metal. It is hope, strength, and resilience.”

You stepped closer, the light from the Mithril casting a faint glow on your face. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, reaching out but stopping just short of touching it.

He watched you, his gaze thoughtful. “And it is dangerous,” he said quietly. “A blessing and a burden.”

You looked up at him, something in his tone tugging at your heart. “Is that why you asked me here? To see the weight of it?”

Elrond met your gaze, the softness in his eyes returning. “I asked you here because I wanted to share this with you. You understand the cost of resilience more than most.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you thick with unspoken words. And in that stillness, you realized that perhaps Disa had been right all along.

The dining hall of Eregion was grand and elegant, the long table laden with silver platters and crystal goblets, the scent of freshly baked bread and rich stew filling the air. Elven lords and ladies sat in graceful repose, their robes shimmering in the candlelight. At the head of the table sat Celebrimbor, his keen eyes watchful as he welcomed his guests with a warm, if reserved, smile.

You sat beside Elrond, your posture stiff as you tried to blend into the surroundings. The grandeur of the room made you feel conspicuous, the polished refinement of the elves highlighting your more humble appearance, the edges of your sleeves worn from years spent in the mountain halls.

Dinner began smoothly, with polite conversation and soft laughter. But it wasn’t long before the subtle barbs began.

One of the lords, tall and lean with a haughty tilt to his chin, regarded you with a faint smile. “How curious it is,” he said, his tone smooth as silk, “to see an elf so enamored with dwarven culture. I imagine it must be quite... different from the comforts of our own lands.”

Another lord, seated further down, added with a chuckle, “Indeed. One wonders if the air in the mountain halls hasn’t dulled her finer senses. The dwarves, after all, are hardly known for refinement.”

You felt your cheeks heat, the warmth of shame and irritation spreading through you. You looked down at your plate, wishing for the stone walls of Khazad-dûm to surround you once more, where no one would care how you dressed or carried yourself.

Elrond’s voice cut through the laughter like a blade, cool and measured. “It is a rare thing,” he said, “to find someone who can thrive in two very different worlds. Adaptability is a strength we should all aspire to.”

The room grew quieter as all eyes turned to him, his expression calm but firm. “Few among us could endure what she has and emerge with such grace.”

His words were spoken gently, but there was steel beneath them. He turned his gaze to you, his eyes softening. “She has shown resilience that many of us can only admire and a kindness that transcends borders. To belittle that is to misunderstand the true nature of strength.”

Celebrimbor, who had been watching silently, raised his goblet in a subtle gesture of approval. “Well said, Elrond. Kindness and resilience are indeed worthy of respect.”

The room stilled for a heartbeat before conversation resumed, quieter now, the air less biting. The lords who had spoken earlier exchanged uncomfortable glances but said nothing more.

You glanced at Elrond, a quiet, grateful smile touching your lips. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the clink of goblets and silverware.

He turned to you, his expression warm. “You need not thank me,” he said softly. “It is simply the truth.”

For the rest of the meal, the weight on your chest lightened. The room felt less oppressive, and the warmth of Elrond’s words lingered, steady and sure, like the steady pulse of the mountain’s heart.

[luckshmi]

Saturn vs. Sun

A Cosmic Tug of War Between Light and Shadow

In Hindu mythology, the relationship between the Sun (Surya) and Saturn (Shani) is rooted in complex dynamics of conflict, duty, and karmic lessons. According to Vedic lore, Saturn is the son of the Sun and his wife Chhaya, the shadow-form of Sanjana. Sanjana, unable to bear Surya's intense heat, created her shadow form, Chhaya, to take her place. However, when the Sun realized this, a great distance grew between the two. Shani was born from Chhaya’s womb, and from birth, he had a strained relationship with his father, the Sun.

Legend has it that when Saturn opened his eyes as a newborn, his father, the Sun, was eclipsed, symbolizing Saturn’s natural tendency to dim or challenge the Sun’s light. This myth perfectly encapsulates their astrological relationship—where the Sun represents illumination, vitality, and authority, Saturn embodies limitations, restrictions, and the cold hand of time.

The tension between them is symbolic of the eternal battle between light and shadow, freedom and responsibility, individuality and structure. The Sun, representing ego and self-expression, often finds its brilliance dampened by Saturn’s demand for discipline, humility, and the karmic weight of responsibility.

From an astronomical standpoint, the Sun and Saturn couldn’t be more different. The Sun is a massive ball of nuclear fusion, emitting light and heat that sustains life on Earth. It represents the life-giving force, constantly radiating energy. Saturn, on the other hand, is a cold, distant planet. Though it’s the second-largest planet in the solar system, its slow orbit around the Sun and its icy composition emphasize its association with time, patience, and endurance. Saturn is encircled by a set of iconic rings, which can be seen as symbolic boundaries or limitations that the planet imposes.

The physical warmth of the Sun contrasts sharply with Saturn’s coldness. The Sun symbolizes vitality, passion, and drive, while Saturn’s icy rings represent restriction, delay, and the long journey toward mastery.

The Sun rules the sign of Leo, while Saturn governs Capricorn and Aquarius. These rulerships reflect their inherent characteristics:

Leo (Sun’s rulership): Leo, a fire sign, is associated with creativity, leadership, self-expression, and authority. Like the Sun, which sits at the center of the solar system, Leo energy craves attention and recognition. The Sun’s influence makes Leo individuals naturally radiant, generous, and sometimes domineering, seeking to shine in whatever they do.

Capricorn (Saturn’s rulership): Saturn’s association with Capricorn, an earth sign, emphasizes hard work, discipline, ambition, and long-term goals. Capricorn individuals, influenced by Saturn, are known for their perseverance and their ability to navigate challenges with patience and determination. Saturn rewards those who endure hardships and stay committed to their path.

Aquarius (Saturn’s co-rulership): Aquarius has traditional ties to Saturn. Saturn’s influence on Aquarius is more intellectual, representing the structuring of ideas and social systems. Aquarius, an air sign, embodies progressive thinking, humanitarianism, and innovation, but Saturn’s co-rulership adds a layer of responsibility and commitment to collective goals.

The Sun is exalted in Aries, where its fiery energy is fully unleashed, and it’s debilitated in Libra, where it struggles to maintain its autonomy in the realm of balance and relationships.

Saturn is exalted in Libra, where its sense of fairness and justice shines, and it’s debilitated in Aries, where impulsive action and Saturn’s slow, methodical nature clash.

At a symbolic level, the Sun and Saturn embody opposing forces in esoteric teachings. The Sun represents the ego, the conscious self, and our core essence. It is the source of light, radiance, and outward expression of identity. It tells us who we are at our core and how we project that identity into the world. The Sun is about presence, boldness, and self-confidence. It is masculine energy, action-oriented, and outward-facing.

Saturn, on the other hand, is the planet of karma, time, and discipline. Additionally, Saturn governs the lessons we must learn through effort, endurance, and often suffering. It is the planet of boundaries, restrictions, and responsibilities. While the Sun shines light on who we are, Saturn shows us where we must grow, through challenges, limitations, and the passage of time. Saturn is often referred to as the taskmaster or judge, ensuring we fulfill our karmic duties.

Saturn asks us to transcend ego by imposing limitations, while the Sun encourages us to embrace our individuality and creative expression. In this sense, they represent the dual aspects of life: freedom and responsibility, joy and sorrow, and self-expression and self-discipline.

Sun vs. Saturn in a Horoscope

When the Sun and Saturn aspect or are conjunct in a birth chart, it can indicate a life marked by tension between personal desires and external obligations. Those with prominent Sun-Saturn aspects may experience challenges with self-confidence, authority figures, or restrictions in expressing their creativity and individuality. Saturn’s influence can dim the Sun’s natural brightness, creating self-doubt or a sense of being burdened by responsibilities.

However, this combination also offers tremendous potential for growth. Saturn’s disciplined approach can refine the Sun’s creative energy, leading to mastery in one’s chosen field. Individuals with this placement may learn to overcome their ego-based desires in favor of more meaningful, long-term accomplishments.

The Sun in astrology is often associated with the father or authority figures, while Saturn represents the disciplinarian or strict, karmic parent. In a psychological sense, the Sun relates to how we perceive ourselves, our sense of identity, and the way we seek recognition. Saturn, by contrast, often relates to how we experience authority, restriction, and the limitations imposed upon us by external structures, such as society, family, or karma.

Someone with a strong Sun in their chart may have a healthy sense of self-worth and a positive relationship with father figures, while those with a strong Saturn influence may experience their fathers as stern, distant, or overly demanding.

Saturn’s transits over the natal Sun (or vice versa) are often significant periods of growth, maturity, and responsibility. During such transits, individuals may feel the weight of obligations or restrictions that force them to confront their ego and re-evaluate their goals. While challenging, these transits can lead to profound personal growth, as Saturn teaches the importance of structure, patience, and long-term planning.

In the cosmic play of Vedic astrology, the Sun and Saturn represent two essential yet opposing forces. The Sun’s radiant light signifies individuality, creativity, and self-expression, while Saturn’s cold restraint symbolizes discipline, karma, and endurance. Together, they create a balanced dynamic where the light of the ego is tempered by the lessons of responsibility and humility. Their interplay teaches us to honor both the joy of self-expression and the wisdom gained through life's trials.

[angelofthenight]

What Doesn’t Kill Me Pt.1

(Yandere!Alex Delarge x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You were finally free from your abusive and obsessive “boyfriend” when he was arrested with a long sentence. But when he comes back to you on his knees in tears after the Ludovico's Technique, you can’t help but welcome him back into your arms once learning that he is literally incapable of harming you ever again. Yet you begin to question your own morals.

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Ladstat, Swearing/Language, Unhealthy/Abusive relationship, Sexual context/themes, Non-Con (off screen rape), Gangs, Obsessiveness, Home invasion, Sexual sadism, Physical abuse/Violence, Knife threat, Blood, Spitting, Brief pussy slapping, Alex is his own warning, You are responsible for your own content consumption

Word Count: 4.2k

( Fun Fact: I fucking hate Alex so much but I wrote a very long essay about A Clockwork Orange’s moral of redemption for my senior year of film studies class and I got an interesting idea for a yandere fic. Like how would the darling react if the yandere was “cured into being a good person”? )

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You hated Alex Delarge. You hated him. You loathed him. You despised him. But most of all, you were terrified of him.

On the contrary, Alex was head over heels in love with you. He was absolutely smitten with you and you were the center of his world.

You were practically forced to be his girlfriend. He just one day walked up to you and declared that you were his girlfriend now. And every day since that day was hell for you, the torturous part of hell that you are chained to.

Your soon to be nightmare all started when you two were just standing next to each other at the record store flipping through rows of records that were next to each other. He pulled out a record that caught your eye, it was one of your favorites, you thought you were the only one in town who listened to that band. Your passion for that specific artist made you smile and say aloud, “I love that record.”

He looked up at you with surprise in his eyes. He didn’t think anyone in town knew the record.

His silence made you awkwardly rant. “I honestly thought I was the only one in town who liked them. No one knew who the hell I was talking about when I would bring it up.” You gave a lighthearted laugh. “I love how the order of the songs makes a story and how each melody can, like, control what you feel. It’s a work of art. Gives me chills every time I listen to it.” You said all of this with your grin growing bigger, so happy you could talk to someone with taste.

The corner of Alex’s lips lifted up and his eyes gleamed with genuine joy, thrilled to meet someone who understands the brilliance of his favorite record. The two of you had a very long conversation about the record which extended to talking about other kinds of music. You both would drag each other around the shop to show the other some of your other favorite records.

You two instantly clicked and got along. Alex felt so comfortable with you, his mind felt at ease, and he enjoyed just simply talking with you. He’s never felt that way about anyone before. He actually enjoyed listening to you. You were so understanding, so open minded, so fascinating.

You two met in the record shop about three more times after that and would hang out for the rest of the day. You liked being around Alex. He was very funny and always put you in a good mood with his positivity. He was a very easygoing and eccentric guy; a rarity in this town full of people with sticks up their asses.

You thought nothing but good things about Alex. You really enjoyed having him as a friend. That is, until he fell for you.

In his own defense, how could he possibly not?

You were so kind and gentle with him, treating him as if he were your priority. You could get so feisty, like a house cat. As much as he loved his women defenseless and frail, your straightforward approach and no-nonsense attitude in situations that called for it really riled him up. You made him laugh and always had knowledgeable opinions. You were so smart and had an ability to be unashamedly open. And you had some real horrorshow groodies.

It was as if you were specifically and meticulously and personally made for just him. You had the same music interests as him, your exact physique was his dream girl body, your jokes always landed perfectly with him, your eyes were coincidentally his favorite color, and your breasts were the perfect size for his hands.

Alex didn’t believe in love, nor believe in wasting time seeking it. But you… you had just infected him with a fever no ice pack could soothe. Your ivy vines laced and intertwined around the wrinkles of his brain making you his constant thought. And those leaves left behind a poison ivy rash he couldn’t scratch away.

You were everything he had ever wanted. Everything he would never be… but still wanted to own.

After a night of exhilarating ultraviolence, terrorization, and vandalism with the gang, he felt such a rush. And because of that rush it was that moment where he realized he had to tell you the truth. He must have you. So he left his pals a little early to make his way straight to your apartment. He knew where you hid your spare key so it was easy storming into your living room and finding you cleaning up after yourself of your dinner.

Alex was too caught up in his adrenaline to take notice that he only took off his mask and hadn’t changed out of his gang-related wardrobe, far too focused on getting to you. But you had noticed. It was the very first thing you noticed as he stood in front of you with a breathless grin. And it was all you could focus on even as Alex declared with a cane in his hand that the reason as to why he’s been acting so strange lately was because he was in love with you.

Your iris’ were shaking and your breath was heavy within your chest as you took in the clothing from his bowler hat down to the visible codpiece. What he was wearing looked exactly like what one specific violent gang wore in the papers next to the article explaining the increase in gang terrorism due to the reduction in policing effectiveness. Juvenile delinquent gangs populated the streets because of how understaffed the police force was, most people barely even went out these days. But, for a reason you now understood, you always felt safe yourself when you went out into public, especially with Alex. But now you understood why you were safe when seen with him.

“Alex… what are you wearing? Is this a joke?” You shakingly spoke out, not responding to his confession which appeared to irk him. He took a step toward you which prompted you to take one back. Alex glanced down at his clothes and in honesty… he didn’t really care if you knew. He was creative with ways he could keep you quiet. He honestly kind of liked it if you knew.

"These here are just my nochy on the town duds with my droogs.” He announced with a sharp grin, gesturing towards his white clothes. “You won't dob me in, won't you, devotchka?” He said with a joking tone despite the threatening look in his eyes.

Your frown sunk down, your lungs feeling as if they were closing in on your heart making it harder to breathe steadily. Your hands wrung together in a nervous fashion as you seemed to cower away from someone you considered a friend. “Alex, you’re scaring me. I… I think you should leave.” You said with the delusional hope that he would respect your wish and exit the way he came.

But Alex wasn’t having it. “Leave without your answer?” He exclaimed as he held out his cane then slammed it down against your floor with one hand on his hip, tilting his head up with a sense of pride. “I think not.”

He wasn’t going to leave until he got your answer to his confession. You felt sick to the pit of your stomach. Your lips parted but no words were released. You didn’t know what to say, too caught up in the chilling realization of Alex’s secret life.

You’d be lying if you said you never really thought of him in that way, because you have once in a blue moon. How could you not with your handsome and funny male friend who always made time for you? You always teased the idea of dating him in your mind, experimented with the thought of being in a relationship with him. But it was never more than that though. More of curiosity and craving a partner rather than a crush.

You struggled to find the right words. “I… I… I feel… I-” You were torn between not wanting to encourage or provoke him yet also fearing your safety. “Spit it out, devotchka. Koshka got your tongue?” He giggled with a devilish smirk.

“I just…” You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, as if trying to swallow your fear, before it got too big that it would render you mute. “I really like you as a friend.” You fully expected him to lash out, scream at you, anything of the sort. But he simply cackled like a child.

“Nonsense, dearie!” He said in between the chuckles. “You’re just taken by surprise, is all! You’ll surely change your mind after some lubbilubbing.”

Your eyes widened in shock and horror and offense. You thrashed your arm up to point at your front door with a face full of upset anger. “Get out, Alex! I mean it!” You demanded, not believing this was all coming from someone you used to respect and think kindly of.

He, however, wasn’t phased by your raised voice and demand as he began to take swinging steps toward you, his cane lifting up to rest over his shoulder. “You’re not just gonna send me off without any sweet treat, are ya, love?” He said with a sick smile, his eyes going hooded with a predatorial shadow over his blue orbs that began to travel your body.

Your blood went cold, stinging your bones like frostbite, as you took notice of your nighttime wear. You didn’t plan for company and due to living alone you had the habit of dressing a little more indecently, as well as because you planned to go to bed right after finishing cleaning your dinner dishes. Your goosebumped skin hardly had the safety of coverage from your silk one-piece pajamas that consisted of thin tank top straps and shorts.

Your bottom lip grew so unbearably heavy that it began to shake, you taking a slow step back despite how close he’s gotten already. Your frighteningly alarmed eyes kept themselves trained on Alex’s as he stalked forward like a lion cornering an antelope, that shit-eating grin still intact.

“Y’know,” he started while he slowly began to close in on you as you walked backwards, “I think, deep down, you’re a bit of a bad girl.” He said, a tone a tad darker than before which only made your heartbeat pump painfully in your pulse. Your terror was slowly swallowing you whole like a drain.

“I think you might get a kick of it if I come on strong, just a bit rough.” He said, and before you could react in fearful panic to what he was implying, he held both ends of his cane in his hands and swung it over your head to land on your lower back. He used the position of his horizontal cane to roughly pull you closer to close the gap, sending you straight into his chest.

You gasped at the action and instantly began to struggle, throwing your hands up in an attempt to push him away by his shoulders or to at least grant some distance between the two of you. But he kept you tightly against him. “Excited now are we, eh?” He chuckled down at you, your resistance getting him all hot and bothered.

Before he confessed how he felt about you, Alex had already assumed that you felt the same way. He had an intense belief in his own perception of reality and didn’t really consider the possibility that you may not share the same feelings. His view of love was distorted and interpreted any signs of kindness or attention as your reciprocation.

But Alex was a self-aware guy. He wasn’t blind and deaf to how you clearly did not want him by how you panicked and struggled within his hold. But now that he thought about it… he didn’t really care about how you felt. Your rejection surprisingly affected him a lot less than he would’ve guessed, it actually didn’t really hurt that much.

He was naturally driven by his own twisted desires and impulses. He just wanted to exert control and power over you, rather than to seek your genuine love and affection, even though he had to admit that those would be nice to have. It was like he was in his own world, detached from the reality of reciprocal love.

He loved you. And that was all that mattered. He could still do whatever he wanted to you. And with the right tactics, he could make you do whatever he wanted. So what exact difference would your feelings make?

Alex’s cane dug into your lumbar spine, springing a pained wince past your teeth. Your attention was so focused on the pain on your skin that you gasped in unpleasant surprise at one specific tug on your body that made your pelvis grind right into the bulge of the codpiece. You stifled your whimper behind your teeth, the hard pad rubbing a sensitive part of your clit as Alex continued this action with a malicious grin.

When he got you distracted enough he took the opportunity to quickly pivot around you, rotating his cane around your body from your lower back to against your neck. The sudden harsh pressure on your throat instantly made you wheeze, your hands flying up to grasp onto the stick to try to grant you some air but to no avail due to the imbalance of strength between you and Alex.

You felt his chin rest in the crook of your neck and shoulder, his cheek also pressed against the side of your neck. You felt his smile and heard his pleasurable inhale through his nose. He was enjoying your struggle. He lifted his head so that his lips touched the shell of your ear, prompting you to make an effort to squirm away from his touch. But the grip he had on the cane across your frail throat made it easy to keep you as close as possible.

“Very well tomorrow’s your laundry day,” he practically purred into your eardrum which only created nausea that spread throughout your gut, “because those sheets of yours are about to get very merzky.”

If his innuendo hadn’t paralyzed you to absolute terror, you would’ve paid more fearful mind to the question on how he knew when you did your laundry.

You whimpered in powerless fear when he jerked you with the cane to force you to walk backwards. Well it was mostly him walking and your feet practically being dragged; your hands still remained on the cane to try to loosen its pressure on your cartilage. He led the two of you into your bedroom, jabbing his foot back to kick your door open in a wider frame. Once you were in he had tossed you onto the mattress with little care.

Tears began to prickle your eyes once you had collided into your bed, coughs following from the stinging pain on your throat as you gently touched where it hurt. You weren’t allowed much relief of personal space when Alex threw his hat to the side before crawling onto the mattress to reach you. He tightly grasped your biceps to flip you onto your back, him taking a comfortable seat on your waist.

He angled his torso above you and rocked his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your pelvis just once before he placed one hand next to your head. His other hand slowly wrapped itself around your face to force your shaking, watering eyes onto his carnivorous ones. He stared at you for a moment, a moment too long for your comfort. He stared at you and you could practically see the feverish twisted and covetous thoughts stream behind those bright blue eyes. And then a Cheshire Cat grin spread his lips after realizations awoke in his mind.

“Thou art such a beauty when you platch.” He said. The feeling of sadistic fervor and his far-too-long repressed lustful temptations were morphed together into bedroom eyes.

You went owl-eyed around your petrified pupils. Finally, you couldn’t hold the weight any longer as the situation became much too real to you and the heavy tears spilled out of your eyes. Alex’s smile widened before he pushed himself back up to straight posture, both of his hands reaching behind his back to unsheathe a dagger from his cane.

The sight of the long and sharp blade made your deep frowning lips part, a faint yelp weak in your throat. It was as if your horror stole all the words from you and left you far too terrified and weak to say anything. And your ears felt nearly deaf from the violent beating of your heart that rang in your eardrums. The only sounds you could hear were your scared sobbing wails and the sound of your pajamas ripping as he dragged the dagger down the clothing like a zipper.

Once sliced open enough, Alex placed the knife in his mouth to hold it with his teeth as he used his hands to tear it open the rest of the way. You were left in nothing but your panties, no bra due to the fact you had planned for independent slumber. But now you wished your sleeping customs were different as you laid exposed and helplessly vulnerable underneath the wicked monster you once felt joyful to call your dear friend.

And that monster’s eyes took in your vulnerability with a deranged infatuation; eyes that ravished the sight so hungrily. With the dagger still clenched between his white teeth, Alex’s hands were free to reach down and grope your breasts like dough. You whimpered with a feeble tremble, your leaking eyes squeezed shut in severe discomfort as you tightly gripped the sheets with white knuckles.

He grasped the side cups of your chest to push your bust together, giving him a better view of both of them at the same time. The action made you sharply inhale from the sensitivity, but it was as if that woke you up because you then felt the protective courage to snatch his wrists in an attempt to claw his unwanted touch off you; furious and disgusted by his animalistic audacity.

Your attempt of defense was rendered as nothing but a detriment to yourself as it was simple for Alex to free himself from your hold. One hand slammed onto your elbow to cage it to the mattress and his other hand retracted the dagger from his mouth to push it horizontally against your still hurt throat. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make you cower away from him and attempt to push yourself deeper into the mattress to escape the touch of the blade.

“Now, now, now, my dear darling.” He spoke with a sharp smile and pupils dilated in insanity. “Don’t do anything you will regret. Best to just lay back, relax, and enjoy the show. Maybe a couple of tears here and there for sweetness. But be the noble girl you always are and behave while I ravage your cunt.”

He turned the dagger diagonally to rest the tip atop the center of your collarbone. His grip on the handle was tight and you knew one wrong move on either of your ends would end with your blood gushing down your naked body. “I’d hate to carve up such elegant plott. It’d be a sin!” He tapped and glided the blade against your neck teasingly.

He leaned down to position his lips next to your ear. “But it’s a good thing I’m not a gloopy malenky dobby church boy.” He breathed out, causing your limbs to shiver in sickened fear. “I’m not afraid to get a little sinful.” He husked before he opened his mouth to drag his wet, warm tongue from your jawline up to your ear. Your joyless frown involuntary trembled.

Alex angled his face above yours, taking in your visibly terrified features and your salty rivers of tears and nearly salivating at the sight. “Now… Do you promise to behave?” He asked you with a cruel, mocking tone. The breathy, agonized sob you were holding occupied your throat so all you could do was reply with a twitchy yet compliant nod.

His smile practically lit up. “That’s my devotchka!” He exclaimed proudly before parting the dagger from your chest and instead moving it to rest against your jawline, allowing his thumb to caress your tearfully wet cheekbone. He dipped his head down to capture your lips within his for a sweet and simple kiss. He separated himself after he was satisfied with the taste to look up into your immensely glossy eyes with unfiltered fondness.

Your intoxicating lips tempted him to return for another, but quicker, deep kiss before his hands slid down your waist to hook his long fingers around the hem of your panties. He kept them there as he moved himself to come face to face with your sheltered cunt. Your frowning lips quivered as you bit them to ease your pounding heart. But not even your mind that tried to make you recite an entire work day in your head to distance yourself from your reality could distract you from Alex lifting your hips high up into the air so that he could straighten his back.

He smiled devilishly down at your forbidden flower with unhinged admiration laced within his features and eyes, your legs dangling over his shoulders. And without a hint he had shoved his nose straight into your clothed clit and took a deep, dirty inhale. You whined at the contact. He removed his nose to look down at you. “My, oh my. Your sladky von of strack is quite to die for, my dear.” He chuckled sardonically in his throat to himself before jokingly pecking a kiss to your clothed folds, creating a ‘mwah’ sound, and chuckling again at your second whine. He truly found your meek fear amusing.

He released the hold he had on your hips, letting your lower body plop back onto the bed with a bounce. Then he jumped the gun, his hands back onto the band of your panties and tugging them off down your shivering legs. Clasping his hands tightly onto your inner thighs, he pushed them apart to spread your legs wide open to put your cunt on full display for his ravishing eyes.

Breathy sobs began to invade your voice despite your desperate resistance to such. You just couldn’t believe this was happening. Your body shook as if you were freezing yet you felt your humid sweat as if you were boiling, it was a sickening feeling as your once sanguine world crumbled around you.

Alex retched inward to spit onto your clitoris, gave it a second to let his thick saliva ooze down your folds before using his fingers to rub in the slimy substance. He used an up and down then circular motion before giving it a slap, creating a wet, lewd sound.

You barely even registered Alex removing his codpiece then pants and boxers until he positioned his erection near your now wet hole and climbed on top of you, leaning his face awfully close to yours with his hands pinning your wrists. He relished the sight of your bloodshot eyes coated with hot tears and the sound of your distressed sobbing begs. A sense of sick euphoria swelled up within him.

Oh god how he adored you; his severe psychopathic obsession. Truthfully, Alex would’ve done whatever it took to have you.

He held a predatory gaze. “You’re my world, darling.” He purred to you before thrusting himself into you with a possessive claim and lustful selfishness fueling him.

Alex was right about your sheets. After a very long night of the old in-out-in-out, multiple rounds and positions and orgasms later, he finally left you on your bed and made his exit. Not without promising that he'd be back and proclaiming that you were now his and his alone though. And threatening you as well about tattling.

He was right, your sheets became filthy. They were vandalized with both of your climax’s and your blood, as well as your tears and a few rips that had been made with your gripping nails and his dagger. Your body was as vandalized as your sheets. The elegant skin of yours he seemed so fond of was now littered with bruises, hickey’s, bite marks, nail scratches, and small blade wounds (you just couldn’t stop yourself from resisting and fighting back so many times). But it seemed like he loved the sight and color of your blood as he had lapped it up every time his dagger and his teeth punctured into you.

You laid in the mess and weeped. Your mind was vandalized worse than both your sheets and body. Vandalized with betrayal, trauma, violation, dread, and a mortified horror. All of what Alex was deep down this entire time.

That was when your life became the torturous hell you had to live with.

[rubberizer92]

The city skyline glitters in the distance, but nothing compares to the brilliance of what unfolds in this penthouse temple of lust and latex. Beneath the grandeur of a crystal chandelier, every man in the room stands as a living sculpture, his body wrapped in crimson latex that gleams like molten fire.

At the center of the room, two submissive figures kneel on a luxurious white fur rug, their gazes locked in silent understanding. Their bodies, encased in skintight rubber, move closer until their lips meet in a kiss that sends waves of electricity through the air. But the ritual has only just begun.

The alphas surrounding them move with purpose, their powerful forms gliding forward to seize the submissive pair. Glossy red arms extend, gripping tightly as the submissives are lifted from their knees into the air. Their kiss deepens, suspended in the hands of their dominators, a living tableau of strength and desire. Latex creaks with every motion, the faint sound amplified by the quiet hum of the city outside.

The alphas hold them steady, watching as passion consumes the two men they’ve raised. Around them, the others look on, their eyes filled with hunger, admiration, and longing. This isn’t just a display—it’s a celebration of rubber, a world where dominance and submission blend seamlessly, and where every kiss, every touch, is amplified by the glossy perfection of latex.

Would you kneel, or would you lift? In this world, the choice is yours, but the addiction to rubber is inevitable. Will you join their ranks? 🔥✨

Step into the allure of AI fantasies: 👉 https://bit.ly/3YrnPEe

[jules-writes-stories]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

Thank you to everyone who tagged me! I'm sorry this is late. I've been working on it for days. It's really long.

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

366,893

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

9!

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

I have 1 WIP: A Love That Bleeds and a Koschei x Eris fic that's not posted yet (but close to drafted).

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

I love all my babes equally, but I am most proud of Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows, which was my first fan fic, and a true labor of love.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

Monster feels different from a lot that I've written. It's pre-cannon and examines Lucien and Eris's relationship, and is not ship-centered.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

My Azris modern AU The Night Court Lounge really took me by the throat. It was supposed to be a slutty little spite fic and then it just took off. The boys caught feelings and I caught feelings. But I have @pippsmcgee to thank for hyping that story up. She was the brain child behind a big plot point, the pet names, and just talked me through positions and timing and what ifs... truly a gift.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

Hmmm... not sure? Maybe my Amarantha x OC fic? It's hard to write pre-canon stories, especially for a villain! A Love That Bleeds is pretty dark and touches upon themes of slavery, love and autonomy, and is different from much that I write. But I am so proud of it.

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are too many talented artists to list. Here are a few: @nus4y who makes Azriel's skin literally glow and everything just screams passion. LOOK AT HIS BRILLIANCE on A03 (NSFW)

@queercontrarian never fails to surprise me. Their take on the Court fashions, hair styles, jewelry. So much diversity and representation. THIS is one of my all time favorites. THEEESAN.

@palomita-de-la-sangre whose style is so unique and gorgeous and raw. This is what I mean.

@seihdacalling is immensely talented! Her Eris and pups and JEL Eris? AND LOOK AT MITHRAS (my beloved OC).

@bloodyplunder whose work is so passionate and full of color and movement. LOOK at this! AND (NSFW) LOOK AT JEL CHAPTER 25 on AO3!

@fourteentrout is inspired and talented. And all around incredibly kind and supportive. Just brilliant. LOOK AT FIRE SPRITE ERIS

@laxibbeb creates characters' faces in a way that hold so much emotion. NESTA is a favorite, omg... and AZRIEL IN STIRRUPS.

@elleybug @chunkypossum @lucychanart (who made me a Tamsand believer. God, this one?) so many more...

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

There are SO many. First and foremost, @chunkypossum who welcomes new creators with so much warmth and support. Every single story. Every word is magical. @iftheshoef1tz is another legend who is so kind and warm and wickedly talented. Every single story is perfection. Will they adopt me as my Azris parents? Maybe. Congrats! It's a shoe-possum!

@the-darkestminds is truly someone I could write a book about. The emotions she brings out with her characters and words will leave you breathless. If you want to feel, read her stories. You will walk away so full of every emotion, but also with a newfound appreciation for each character. And @mistandmemories whose Eris is the funniest, most clever, most lovable in the biz. Her Azriel makes me laugh constantly. How you ask? Shenanigans. Windows, pants, awkward moments of self doubt and a precious inability to communicate. Go read it. The plots, the politics. The WIT. The decades of delicious edging. (It was several chapters but gods it felt like a lifetime).

These two have been writing their own multi-chapter fics beside me this year, and without their friendship and support, I probably wouldn't have finished. ILY!

@pippsmcgee will never be rid of me and my neurotic little paws. This one just looks at a story, a character, a scene, and says "you know what will make it even more (painful, sexy, exciting)?" And you better listen. But she also wrote a beautiful story about young Azriel that inspired me so much this year.

@shadowsandlint is full of talent-- Her prose is layered with meaning and flows so naturally. I can't put her stories down.

@zenkindoflove For her OC Alexius, who is my baby forever and ever. Creating an OC is gutsy and brave and takes so much talent. She's got it all. Also stunning world building and dialogues! And don't get me started on Elucien...

@talibunny30 For her depictions of young Nesta and her OC Boudica. She shows so much of Nesta's trauma in a thoughtful and honest way. I love it!

@neciebee whose writing is like poetry. Every time I read it I'm like, wait! Come back. Tell me more. I want... more? Gimme!

@witch-and-her-witcher whose fics are so magical. Her Nessian is my all time favorite. Nesta, Cassian, the Illyrian culture that she built for us. Just stunning.

@born-to-riot for VAMREN. But also sexy plots, hilarious shadows, and fluffy Azris moments we need.

@acourtofladydeath for writing pieces that challenge readers to sit with uncertainty-- gray characters and grief that lingers but also carry lessons and hope.

@secret-third-thing for such perfect storytelling-- every word matters and every image counts. The descriptions and details are exact, the settings are lush and imaginative. Also, Artaban.

I could keep going... If you are not on this list, but I've commented or left kudos or bookmarked your fic, you've left a mark. If not, I'm coming for you in 2025!

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

@g00seg1rl who writes smut like a witch. A very sexy witch. @nus4y who is another sexy witch? Watch out for these two. @jolenes-library is so talented! Motorcycle Azris AU. Enough said. @buffy-vanserra whose prose is beautiful. Every word matters. @clockwork-ashes has so many lovely pieces I couldn't choose just one. @unanswered-stars for those damn letters. You know the ones. I'm still crying. @yanny-77 : Best Elain in the biz. And the Lip Ring.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

@brunetterebel010 @mistandmemories and I wrote A Solstice Carol. It started as a lot of joking about Rhys being Scrooge. And it became a true passion project! @talibunny30 helped with brainstorming ideas and beta reading, and @fieldofdaisiies and @pippsmcgee beta read.

Also my partner in crime in all Azris fics: @pippsmcgee who talks me through plotting the political animal, asks the important questions, and twists the knife of angst. She keeps my eyeball obsession in check.

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

I'm most proud of Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows. It really is silly, but finishing it, right at the end of 2024, and looking back at all the new friends I've made along the way, and how it has touched other people just makes this year feel special.

Thank you so much to @pippsmcgee for helping me land that plane. And for being my very first comment, ever. When I saw you and @talibunny30 and @neciebee were reading, I felt legit. And to @mistandmemories and @the-darkestminds who were on this journey with me. It was so important to walk beside you during it all!

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

Write was brings you joy. Comparison is the thief of that joy. You can only write your own story, and it's ok if it's not for everyone. Because a story that is everyone's is probably no one's, you know? It will reach the people it needs to.

Outlines are important (for my process). They saved my ass so many times. And beta readers. And friends. And reader-readers. They all saved me too.

14. What is your advice?

Surround yourself with people who cheer you on. Be sure to support other creators. The community aspect of fandom is important. We're all just out here putting our hearts onto the screen and hitting Post.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Finish A Love That Bleeds, Finish my Koschei x Eris fic, and start plotting out a longer Azris multi-chapter fic. It's a little seed right now, but one day soon...

[lullabyes22-blog]

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Ch: 30 - Have Some Madeira, M'Dear

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"Have you considered," you dared, as you both resumed your seats, now side-by-side, "finding a companion to share the burden with?"

"Companion? I trust you don't mean a spouse?"

Your cheeks flamed. "Are there so few suitable candidates in Zaun?"

"Suitable? Oh, plenty."

You found yourself leaning in. "But no one special?"

"Special..." He rolled the word on his tongue: languorously, as if savoring a peculiar delicacy. "In a manner of speaking."

He eyed the decanter, and seemed to debate whether or not to pour a second shot. He settled for a single finger. Yours, too, was devotedly filled. The atmosphere was beginning to warm: a clandestine coziness of blue-and-gold. You'd not realized how much heat the Chancellor radiated, until he was a bare distance away. The shared settee felt like a private sauna.

"Who, then?" Your voice, coming from somewhere deep, had grown husky. "What sort of person could entice you?"

"Oh, a rarity. But Zaun has no shortage of those. We're a spirited folk, Mx. Goode. Our passions, our ambitions... they are not bound by convention." A hand lifted; sherry swirled in the glass. "They are not, in fact, bound at all."

You took a shaky sip from your own. "You seek, then, an equal match."

"A balance, not a scale." His chuckle rasped up your spine like a lit matchstick. "I'll admit I'm no catch. My faults are many. A temper to shame Shurima's blistering sands, and a stubbornness to rival their stone colossi. I'm prone to jealousy, and far too accustomed to getting my way. Then there's my taste for strong liquor and late hours." He tipped his head back, and downed the shot. You watched the tendons in his throat flex sinuously. "But, whatever else, I keep my vices within legal bounds." Wry: "Even if those bounds are elastic."

Your own glass was nearly empty. Your head spun: from the sherry, or the man, you couldn't say. "I have heard... rumors."

"The world's full of them."

"Your, ah, tastes. Are said to be eclectic. And your carte du monde..."

"Broad, as they say, beyond the pale." That low laugh. "You're curious?"

Breathless, you answered, "Very."

"I'm afraid I must disappoint. Some secrets are best kept secret." A sidelong smile. His front teeth were finely serrated, and chipped at the center. Why did that strike you as attractive? It was mystifying. "I will say this. A wide platter is no promise of a full belly. Especially—" A pair of canines bared their twinkling points. "If one’s palate is discriminating."

The temperature had jumped several degrees. You felt, in a trance, your glass being taken from your hand. Heard the clink of the two, set aside.

When his attention returned, he was closer than before. You noticed the creases at the corners of his eyes, and the scar notching his left temple in its trajectory down to the jaggedly seamed flesh of his cheekbone. His mouth, too, had a scar: a tiny white nick near the upper lip. It was not unattractive. In fact, the violence in the topography of his flesh seemed only to enhance his appeal.

The imperfections were signs of a life lived fully. With passion. With vigor.

A Zaunite life.

"Surely," you licked your lips, and tasted the sherry, "you've sampled everything the city has to offer."

"I've sampled." He tipped a shoulder. "And been satisfied."

"But not fulfilled?"

Again, that equivocal shrug. "I'll be blunt. The city has a surplus of beauty, and no shortage of brilliance. But it is the rare find whose value cannot be gauged. The Noxian boys, not to stereotype, are always greedy to prove themselves. Too greedy, in my estimation. Bilgewater's wenches are bold as brass, but insufferably spiteful. Ionians, I've a soft spot for. A study of elegance, in their way. But tender hearts can be fickle. And Demacians..." He gusted a sigh. "A pretty passel, but heads as empty as eggshells. If I crack one, its contents will likely ooze." A grin. "Unless it's a good fuck, in which case, I won't complain."

It was the first time he'd uttered a profanity in your presence. And his delivery—the way his lips lingered on the f and cut like a knife through the k—was undeniably filthy.

The heat spiked into a flare. You skin felt slick, your pulse wild. His stare, that lazy-lidded blue eye, took in the effects.

There was the faintest of smiles, and no tell. His poker face was perfect.

"Have you considered," you fumbled, "searching closer to home?"

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[boundinparchment]

The Center Will Hold

Written before the release of 3.0.

The night before Anaxa leaves to fulfill his duty as an Heir, you seek his company one final time.

(Reader is implied to be female/afab.)

Read on AO3 here. Minors DNI. Rating: Mature

The Home of Sages looked vastly different at this hour. Midday painted the columns and thick trees around the edge in a golden light, painting it to be the very image used in every poem about the Titans and their glory. A haven for scholars who sought knowledge without the stigma of heresy and doubt. At this hour, the moon bathed the Grove of Epiphany in a silver light that only enhanced the glowing stars and swirling clouds above, and laid bare the vastness of the universe. The very opposite of Castrem Kremnos, where a battlefield and ruins marred the land and reminded all of the war that never seemed to end.

This was your last chance. Come dawn, he would be gone, and fulfill his role as the Chrysos Heir.

Or so many hoped. Many considered him foolish for supporting Erudition, for spouting blasphemy against the Titans. His ideas went against every norm but no one had managed to prove Anaxagoras wrong.

And thus the faith in the Heirs still held.

You wove your way through familiar paths, mindful of your footfalls. At this hour, he was not likely to have shut himself away, even if he were desperate for sleep. The stars were too bright and destiny burned too hot for rest to take him. Instead, you headed towards the one place you knew by heart, tucked away in the depths of the Grove where you once recited poetry and bared your soul.

Cutting between a series of bushes, you arrived at your destination. Little room for more than a marble bench, the tall plants climbing towards the sky as if to kiss the stars but never obscuring their glistening glory.

You looked around. The Heart of the Grove…empty.

Before your stomach had time to sink, you felt hot breath against your neck. Hands, warm and familiar with your form, held you fast: one on your hip and the other cradling your jaw, thumb hovering over your lip.

“You should not be here.”

Anaxa stared down at you, his uncovered eye watching you closely. Despite his stern expression, you caught a flicker of mirth.

“We both know that I’m right where I need to be,” you whispered, leaning into the hand holding your cheek.

He let go of you only long enough to embrace you properly. For a man of logic and reason, he spent an exorbitant amount of time burying his nose in your hair and running his fingers over the column of your spine, as if you were a book he had not yet read and longed to. His kiss was sweet but focused, tempered like steel as his tongue met yours with as much passion as he gave during a lecture about the falsehood of the Titans.

You could do little more than tug at one another, loosen fastenings until you found searing bare skin. The grass beneath was cool, beginning to dampen with dew. Your coupling was unceremonious, familiar sensations that told you home was here, with him, and that was all that mattered.

Framed by stars, the man above you looked every bit as human as he always was. But when his hair moved just so and the light caught his dual-colored eye, whatever doubt you held for the prophecy fell away.

And in the light of the dawn, after your love-making, as you gave him one final kiss, you were certain of one thing.

No human had such raw power and brilliance, held so much love for their land, not like he did.

And no one would love you like he did.

[nartml]

Should Oikawa have gone to Shiratorizawa?

It's a well known fact that Oikawa, soon after graduation, left off to join the Argentinian Volleyball League.

Now, Oikawa was never able to beat Ushijima, which probably played a bigger role in his decision to immigrate to the other side of the world than you might think.

He was never able to go to Nationals and leave Miyagi, therefore never made his brilliance as a player known, and consequently was overshadowed by the other two 'genius' setters, Kageyama and Atsumu.

Something that would've been a huge hindrance to his career if he were to stay in Japan.

His reputation, or lack thereof, might have actually held him down for years, especially when there were two other setters who were arguably even better than him and already established their presence in the big leagues.

Ushijima knew this, and was certain that Seijoh was dragging Oikawa down, which is why he was so confident that Oikawa shot himself in the foot when he refused to go to Shiratorizawa.

Had he chosen otherwise, he would've gone to Nationals, where he'd also have his debut in the big leagues.

Scouts would undoubtedly take notice of this other brilliant setter who played everyone on both sides of the net like a fiddle—

Wait. What?

Would they have taken notice? Would there be something to take notice of?

Since when did Shiratorizawa rely on gimmicks, tricky strategies, and versatile attacks? Since when was there room for mind games?

Since when did coach Washijo allow anyone other than Ushijima to take the lead?

Didn't Semi get benched because he didn't prioritize Ushijima? Didn't he take the boot for not sucking up to him?

Oikawa shines, but that's only when he's actually allowed to do his thing.

His playing style is the exact opposite of what Shiratorizawa wants.

It was kind of stated by coach Ukai too.

"If Aoba Johsai is the most complete team in the prefecture, then Shiratorizawa is the most incomplete."

Shiratorizawa's playing style centers around individual strengths, raw power, and Ushijima.

Oikawa prefers a united front, plays connecting with one another, making room for proper adjustments and adaptation. He's down for the occasional mind game too.

But most of all, he prefers to take the damn lead.

Yes, cohesion is imperative for his playing style, but that's also the case for many of the strong teams we see in the show.

The difference is, Oikawa is clearly the one in the driving seat. We see it most of all in their team huddles.

Oikawa flawlessly communicates with his team, knows where, who, when, and how much to push, and while everyone participates in the discussions, he's clearly the leader.

He does the thinking, the planning, the strategizing. He keeps track of everyone on both teams.

He reminds me a bit of Kenma in that regard.

But apart from being the brain, he also has the athletic prowess, the technical skills, the passion, the people skills, and it's safe to assume, countless more hours of practice too.

Seijoh's coaches know that, and have let him cultivate all those skills through the years.

By contrast, we see coach Washijo usually butt in during the time-outs, and insist that his players just hold proper form to put in even more power, to be more dynamic on account of their physical stature.

Imagine how little of a say Oikawa would have, especially if he attended Shiratorizawa from the get-go.

The only first year we actually know is Goshiki. The rest are near entirely unknown.

I highly doubt he'd be half as devious a player as he is, had he had Washijo for a coach.

The chances that old guy would let him do even a fraction of his thing are next to zero.

At the end of the day, Oikawa is tricky, and Shiratorizawa just isn't.

So then, did Seijoh hold him back? I'm not sure.

We're not gonna talk about year-long friendships, bonds, and good chemistry, which were undoubtedly huge factors, both in his decision to attend Seijoh, and in everyone trusting him to do his stuff.

Let's just take a quick look at their capabilities as a bunch.

Objectively, they're strong. Skilled. But not strong enough, and not skilled enough either.

I mean, look at that first practice match. They didn't have Oikawa, and Karasuno, which kinda sucked at the time, beat them in straight sets.

Yes, it was a practice match. Yes, they got stronger later on.

But that loss highlighted, more than anything, just how much of an effect Oikawa had as the leader, and how much he elevated his teammates.

Without him, they would've been a lot weaker.

And that might just be exactly why Oikawa shone the way he did.

His judgement was trusted, and he learned how to take advantage of everyone's abilities and maximize them.

No, I'm not sure if Seijoh actually held him back, or if he partially owes his polished brilliance to them. Could be a bit of both.

I am sure, however, that Shiratorizawa would've actually done a hell of a lot more damage than Seijoh ever did.

[shukraastro]

Hello Shukraastro, 

Based on how you analysed JK'S chart for FS physical features. I analysed it too, so tell me if my prediction is correct. I have only been practicing astrology for a year or two. This is just for her 1st house. 

So, through derivate astrology JK'S 7th becomes her 1st which is gemini.

1ST HOUSE (rules head/brain and general physical appearance) 

For a Gemini Ascendant with the Lagna in Ardra Nakshatra and its ruler Mercury placed in Uttara Phalguni in the Third House, the physical appearance gives youthful, intensive, and striking features. Gemini, ruled by Mercury, imparts a lean, wiry, or moderately built physique, with sharp facial features such as high cheekbones, a small or short nose, and expressive, often curious eyes. The influence of Ardra Nakshatra, ruled by Rahu, adds a piercing or stormy quality to their gaze, making their eyes one of their most memorable features. This nakshatra brings an enigmatic and intense aura, reflecting both intellectual sharpness and emotional depth. Uttara Phalguni, ruled by the Sun, refines these traits, lending the individual a regal or composed demeanor. Their features are well-proportioned, with a glowing or magnetic presence that draws attention effortlessly. With Mercury in the Third House, enhances their grace in movement, well-defined arms and shoulders, and a poised manner of communication. Their voice might carry an authoritative yet approachable tone, and their appearance overall balances a sharp, intelligent vibe with a touch of elegance and confidence. I do not know why but reminds me so much of Emma Watson for facial features and as for the her graceful body movement she might be like Charles Leclerc's Gf Alexandra Saint Mleux. (not shipping!)

Further Nakshatra Insights-

With Ardra nakshatra, her resting face might be more on the serious or angrier looking. And she might also not get recognized for her efforts allot. Her hand movement can be very unique. She is extremely intelligent (strong emphasis). She can be an outcast or unconventional and a black sheep in her family, intense conflict with parents. Also a combined influence of Rahu and  Mercury (Communication and Thinking,on and Thinking, intelligent & multi-faceted but rash, haughty and intelligent & multi-faceted but rash, haughty and ungrateful). Their resolve is hard like the "Diamond" symbol of Ardra and reflects its  multi-faceted qualities ands and brilliance. 

With Purva phalguni Nakshatra, she can be carefree, she will make a great parent, would love children, also gives her writing ability, good fortune and luck. Very sexual and passionate, purva phalguni rules sex organs. Her fashion style can be very regal, very elegant (she gives aristocratic or royalty vibes) can be a bit self centered and very wealthy too. 

Thank you for reading!

Yesss yes yes Anon you got it. Wow. Well in some parts I would stay a little bit neutral with the "vibe descriptions" cuz we can't truly know her vibes/behavior. But I like the comparison with Charles Leclerc's gf, cuz she has a warm and reddish complexion, which would resonate more with the Purva Phalguni traits. Although the 1st lord Mercury going into the 3rd house and sharing it's placement with Sun, Moon and Rahu will also influence her facial appearance. So Moon first of all will give her a round face, rounder eyes and nose (softer and rounder facial features) and a lighter (fair) complexion, Moon is also in Magha which is ruled by Ketu, Ketu can give some dull shade and Magha can give some redness (from burning/tanning). Then next Sun and Rahu in Purva Phalguni will again give redness and bronzness from tanning. Also Sun represents the eyes and Rahu puts a shadow over the eyes so here she can have some darker undereyes. But with both Sun and Moon sharing the same house with Rahu, she could end up covering the dullness of her complexion and the dark undereyes with lots of blush and highlighter. Dr. Arjun Pai once mentioned in one of his videos, that women with Rahu influence put lots of red on their cheeks. And this is really true I have also observed that. With Moon they apply lots of highlighter and with Sun-Rahu they apply lots of blush. Next Purva Phalguni also gives horizontally long, very thick, untamable bushy eyebrows with an arch and babyhairs along the hairline and very long and thick lashes. Rahu will basically give her this exoticness (foreigness) in her face and a hypnotic look in her eyes. Mercury's influence will be the youthfulness, she will look way too much younger than her actual age and it also gives another layer into her skin complexion with a slight yellowish tone. So therefore her skin tone will be in general around a medium-fair range, maybe like sandy-warm on the fairer side which turns quickly red when exposed to the Sun for too long before a sun-kissed tan sets in. And of course not to forget the Purva Phalguni freckles. Her hair could be very dark but turning lighter in the Sun with a warmer (reddish-brownish) undertone. As for her 3rd house since we discussed the planets here. Her shoulders, arms, hands and fingers will also be influenced by all these planets. Moon gives the softer/plumper/rounder features and Mercury more young/childish features, also she could communicate a lot with hand gestures. Sun can give some broader build especially in the shoulder section and also freckles on the shoulders or upper back area. Rahu could give some exotic traits, maybe like some tattoos on the shoulders/arms/hands/fingers. Magha Moon, she could very likely have that Magha mole near her shoulder. But since it's Moon it could be related to her Mother (maybe inherited) or the mole could be positioned near her breast, because Moon represents the breasts. So the shoulder mole could be leaning more near her breast or it could also have some volume (not a flat mole).

You see how it can go very deep down the rabbit hole. Every single detail needs to be analyzed.

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YoU know I just realized there is one set of colors that appear a lot in character color coding, and those colors are red, yellow, green, blue, and pink. What do you think of this color combination and why do you think it appears so often in media?

My guess would be that, primarily for children, those are the most iconic colors and the easiest way to given a sense of what the team is like.

Red is often the leader because they're driven and passionate and maybe a bit hothead. Often always involved in fights so they get to be the center stage.

Yellow is a color of positivity and warmth and being happy, which it shares with orange, so this is someone you can rely on to be vibrant and energetic and silly. Yellow is also a color of intellect and brilliance, so they can be the brains of the team, but usually they're more known to be bright and take on the silly role.

Green is a color tied to being grounded, and because they are stable, they're usually the most logical and reasonable one, often defaulting to being the brains/tech person.

Alternatively, green can also extend to someone being a powerhouse and be the strong man of the group because they are so rooted and it's not easy to push them around. It may even play a part into the Smart and Strong characters often paired together, given the duality of green and the role it can play on a team.

Blue is a color tied to confidence, loyalty, and friendship. Often, they're the cool contrast to red, pushing back against them when they want to charge in. Typically the most ride or die of the group and could rival pink in being the heart of the group.

Blue is also a color tied to sadness and being cold, and that can work off the loner trope, that one character who is reluctant to join the group but ultimately will.

And in recent years, working off confidence, blue has also been tied to being the joker, the wisecrack, and team troublemaker. Blue also, in recent years, has been on the rise for leader role, now rivaling red a bit for it.

And lastly pink, which often defaults to the "girl" character, cause apparently it's the only color to be tied with a gender (and in present day, yeah there are people out there who do frown upon the idea of pink not being girl exclusive). By default, pink is meant to be the "heart", the glue that holds the team together as it works off it's the woman who keeps the household running, and typically they're the default love interest and are regarded as the "softest" character of the team. And thankfully, there is more push back to spice it up, where pink doesn't mean soft/weak and, if anything, the pink can be a surprise powerhouse.

So, that would be my guess. For children's media, those 5 colors easily define and shape a team, but there's a lot of flexibility they can do for those colors. A lot of these themes tied to these colors actually pop up so much that they make up the 5 Man Band very easily.

And the two excluded colors, orange and purple, well what they can do theme wise can go elsewhere.

Orange is often warm and spontaneous, well, that can go to yellow and red.

Purple is often tied to leadership, which goes to red and blue, and it's a color of mystery, which also applies to blue.

So that's my guess on why these specific colors pop up most in media.