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voyter · 2 months ago

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DEVOTION — jeon jungkook.

genre. a song of ice and fire au. 103 AC. smut. knight!jungkook. queen!reader.

your knight is completely devoted to you, and while it’s his duty, you can’t help but wonder if there’s something more behind his unwavering loyalty.

word count. 17.1k words (FUCK i am so sorry) warnings. this fic might be a bit confusing if you havent watched game of thrones or house of the dragon !!! misogyny. gender dynamics. seokjin and namjoon cameo hehe. forced / arranged marriage. over protective jungkook <3. cute convo between oc and her husband. violence. mentions of blood and murder. SO MUCH FUCKING TENSION. smut. two sex scenes !! dry humping. oral (male!receiving). unprotected sex (this universe takes place thousands of years ago and condoms didnt exist yet give me a break). bath sex. they almost get caught OOP. cheating (but both parties are consenting and they both openly do it to each other but they dont love each other romantically so its okay i guess) ???? jungkook literally worships her oh im sick i need him.

ana's notes. this fic ended up being much longer than i anticipated but oh my gosh i literally could NOT STOP WRITING !!! this is the longest fic ive ever written hello. this is inspired by alicent and coles relationship in season 2. sorry i hate them but this trope ??? OUUU TOO GOOD. so you know i got inspired. anyways, i love this one so much, so please let me know your thoughts <3. as always, keep your comments positive or say nothing at all xx

listening to. blue jeans by lana del rey / middle of the night by elley duhé / flawless by the neighbourhood

part of the based off film series. this one shot is based off house of the dragon.

You had always hated the idea of marrying someone you didn’t love, but you knew that marriage was not a choice — it was an obligation woven into the fabric of your destiny. Though reluctance filled you at first, you gradually came to terms with your duty, accepting the role thrust upon you with a measure of peace.

House Emberwyn ruled the Seven Kingdoms, making them the most powerful house of all. Your father had forged a deep bond with King Aelyx, the two men connected by the shared grief of losing their wives. Beyond their friendship, your father was adamant that uniting your houses through marriage was crucial. He envisioned a future where the intertwining of two powerful, wealthy legacies would forge an unbreakable realm.

Atticus, the son of King Aelyx, was only a year older than you — making him a suitable match. Like you, he was reluctant to marry, but he, too, understood the importance of duty. He wanted nothing more than to make his father proud, even if it meant sacrificing personal desire.

As the sole heirs of your respective houses, the pressure to produce children was immediate. The act of intimacy with Atticus was never one of passion or love; it was merely another duty. The first time was uncomfortable, almost unbearable, but over time, you learned to tolerate it. This was your life now, dictated by duty rather than desire.

Since your marriage, you have been blessed with three children. Ares, your eldest and only son, was conceived during your bedding ceremony. Now a boy of one and ten, he is wise beyond his years, his sharp mind driven by a deep love for books and knowledge. Celeste, your first daughter, is nine years old — a whirlwind of wild, unrestrained energy that seems impossible to contain. Already, she’s been eagerly awaiting the day she can take to the skies on dragonback, her spirit far older than her years. Then there is Luna, your youngest and newest addition to the family, a radiant little soul who brings warmth and light into every corner of your life. She is the calm of the storm, a small but powerful source of joy that never fails to lift your spirits, no matter how heavy the burdens of the day.

Atticus is a good father, never neglecting his children. He is present in their lives, providing for them with steadfast love and care. As a husband, he is kind and dutiful. Yet, despite all his virtues, he is not the love of your life.

The two of you had come to an agreement early in your marriage: you were free to seek pleasure where you wished, as long as heirs were made with each other. It was a compromise, one that allowed you both to navigate the confines of your duty while maintaining some semblance of personal freedom.

Tragedy struck shortly after Celeste’s birth when King Aelyx succumbed to an unknown illness. The crown passed to Atticus, and with it came the immense burden of ruling the Seven Kingdoms.

With Atticus as king, you became Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, unlike your husband, you did not feel the same pressure. Your days were mostly spent within the confines of your chambers, where the laughter and antics of your children filled your life with light and purpose. Despite never having known your own mother — she had died giving birth to you — you felt as though motherhood had always been your calling.

While you wouldn’t trade your life for anything in the world, motherhood came with its challenges. Ares and Celeste were at the age where they bickered endlessly over the smallest of things — whether it was toys, attention, or simply to see who could get on your nerves first. Their constant squabbles were a source of frustration, and yet you knew it was a phase they would eventually outgrow. Luna, on the other hand, still so small and newly born, could not seem to stop crying. Her wails often filled the castle, and while the maids were always close by, ready to assist, you never allowed them to. You wanted your daughter to find comfort in your arms, not anyone else’s.

There were days when calming her down felt like a losing battle, the hours stretching into what felt like an eternity. But when you finally succeeded, when her cries quieted and her tiny form melted into sleep, it filled you with a sense of accomplishment. It was a small victory in a life full of larger, weightier battles.

Fortunately, today was one of the easier days. Luna wasn’t feeling particularly fussy, and after a few gentle rocks and soft pats on her back, she fell asleep in your arms without much protest. Relief washed over you as you gazed down at her peaceful face, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The soft warmth of her against you, the quiet of the room, made you feel like, for a moment, everything was right.

“Your Grace?”

A voice interrupted your quiet reverie, but you didn’t turn. Your eyes remained fixed on Luna, unwilling to break the fragile serenity of the moment. You hummed in response, acknowledging the speaker but unable to tear your gaze from your sleeping daughter.

“Your presence is wanted, though not required, Your Grace.”

The words draw you from your thoughts, and with a soft sigh, you finally turn to face the speaker. It’s the Lord Commander, standing tall and imposing, his armor catching the dim light filtering through the windows.

“What for?” you ask, your voice calm but laced with curiosity.

“The Kingsguard posting,” he replies, his tone formal, as always. “It’s been suggested that you select who will guard the Red Keep.”

You consider his words, your gaze drifting back to Luna, still fast asleep in your arms. The thought of placing your trust in someone else, of relying on others to protect what matters most, brings a weight to your chest. As a mother, your first instinct is always to shield your children. You would want nothing more than for them to roam the castle freely, knowing they were surrounded by those you trusted — those you handpicked.

“I suppose,” you murmur.

After carefully setting Luna in her crib, you linger for a moment, brushing a tender hand over her soft cheek. Ensuring the maids were nearby to watch over her, you quietly slip from the nursery and follow the Lord Commander through the castle's stone corridors. Your thoughts remain on Luna for a heartbeat longer before shifting to the matter at hand — choosing the knights who would guard your family, your children.

You arrive at the balcony overlooking the courtyard, where a line of knights stands at attention, their armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. The air is crisp, the tension palpable as each knight awaits his turn to be presented.

The Lord Commander steps forward, his voice ringing with authority. "Step forward, Ser Kim Namjoon."

The knight moves with a quiet confidence, offering you a small, almost shy smile. Dimples crease his cheeks, and despite the serious nature of the proceedings, you find yourself smiling back, charmed by the warmth in his expression.

"Ser Namjoon has proved strong and steady in both the tourney lists and in service beyond," the Lord Commander begins. "While traveling through the Kingswood on the way to King’s Landing, Ser Namjoon recently brought a would-be poacher to justice."

You listen carefully, considering the man before you. His loyalty and steadiness are clear, and his recent actions speak of a knight who serves with honor. Still, your mind drifts to a darker, more urgent thought — combat. The Red Keep, and more importantly, your children, needed knights who were not only honorable but battle hardened. In these uncertain times, loyalty alone would not be enough.

"Ser Namjoon," you say, your voice polite yet measured. "We thank you for your loyal service to the Crown."

He bows deeply before stepping back into line, and you offer him a nod in return, though your thoughts continue to circle around the same question — how many of these knights had seen true combat?

The next knight steps forward, and your gaze narrows as you take him in.

"Ser Kim Seokjin," the Lord Commander announces.

This knight is taller, leaner than Namjoon. He holds himself with a quiet grace, his expression serious, but there's a spark of something beneath the surface — determination perhaps, or ambition.

"Winner of the melee at Cider Hall," the Lord Commander continues. "He was the last mounted of three and twenty knights. Ser Seokjin was knighted at eight and ten."

You raise an eyebrow, impressed by his accomplishments. Yet, your thoughts linger on something more pressing, more crucial to the protection of your family.

"Do any of these knights have combat experience?" you ask, your tone sharper now. "Beyond capturing poachers and winning tourneys?"

The Lord Commander nods solemnly, signaling the next candidate.

“Ser Jeon Jungkook.”

As the name is called, a young knight steps forward, noticeably younger than the others who had come before him. Yet, despite his youth, he carries himself with an air of quiet confidence, his steps measured and purposeful. Strands of raven hair fall loosely across his forehead, framing a face that, while youthful, is sharp with focus. His dark eyes meet yours with a steady gaze, neither too bold nor deferent — he stands unshaken by the weight of the moment.

He looks about your age, perhaps even younger, and though he lacks the grizzled scars of a seasoned warrior, something about him immediately draws your attention. There's a natural grace in the way he moves, his armor fitting him perfectly as if he was born to wear it. He’s quite handsome, a fact you can’t help but notice as he stands before you, the light of the setting sun casting a faint glow over his features.

"Tell me, Ser Jungkook," you say, breaking the silence, "have you seen real combat?"

He doesn’t falter, his voice steady as he speaks. "I have, Your Grace. I fought for a year as a foot soldier against the Dornish incursions. I was knighted after we razed two of the watchtowers along the Boneway.”

There is no hesitation in his tone, no embellishment. The quiet intensity of his words, the weight of lived experience behind them, strikes you deeply. His demeanor isn't that of a man seeking glory but of one who has already faced the fire and come out stronger for it. In that moment, your decision feels clear.

“It’s settled.” Your lips curve into a smile, one of certainty and satisfaction. “I choose Ser Jungkook.”

The Lord Commander stiffens slightly, his jaw tensing as though weighing whether to speak. Before you can take a step back toward your chambers, his voice interrupts, filled with respectful hesitation. "Perhaps we shouldn’t be too hasty, Your Grace. There is no doubt Ser Jungkook is a fine warrior, but Ser Namjoon and Ser Seokjin are from houses that are important allies of the Crown."

You turn slowly, your expression cool but firm. The politicking of the court — alliances, the endless exchange of favors and titles — was something you understood all too well. Yet, this was not a matter of alliances. This was the safety of your family, the future of your children. And no amount of courtly maneuvering could change that.

“Those men are tourney knights,” you say, your voice laced with a sharp edge. “My children should be defended by a man who’s known real combat. Should they not?”

The Lord Commander pauses, his gaze flickering between the knights and your unwavering stance. He gives a short bow, conceding. “Of course, Your Grace.”

You nod once, satisfied. “Very well, then,” you say, a smile returning to your face, though this time with a sense of finality. “I expect you to plan Ser Jungkook’s investiture.”

There’s a flicker of something in the Lord Commander’s eyes — perhaps begrudging respect or recognition of your authority in this matter. He bows once more before stepping aside. “As you wish, Your Grace. I will see to it.”

As the days passed, it became clear that your decision to appoint Ser Jungkook was more than justified.

Jungkook proved himself an unwavering presence in the lives of your children. He guarded Ares and Celeste like a loyal hound, always at their side, his dark eyes constantly scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. Wherever they went — whether it was the training yard where Ares spent hours practicing swordplay or the garden where Celeste attempted to name every flower — Jungkook followed, his sight never leaving them.

In the corridors of the Red Keep, you would often catch glimpses of him, stationed at the door to whatever chamber Ares and Celeste had wandered into, standing with that same quiet intensity that first caught your attention. He never intruded upon their activities, never interfered with their games, but his presence was felt all the same. He was a silent sentinel, ensuring that no one entered or exited a room without his knowledge.

Even the servants and court members began to take note, offering respectful nods as they passed him. There was a certain respect that began to build around Jungkook, not just as a knight, but as a protector of the royal family — of your family.

Before Ser Jungkook’s arrival, the Red Keep had always felt secure. Its towering walls and seasoned guards provided a fortress of safety, a place where danger rarely crossed your mind. Yet, somehow, with Jungkook’s arrival, there was a new, tangible sense of protection. His presence, quiet yet vigilant, added an extra layer of assurance, as if the very air had shifted, growing thicker with safety, steadier with his watchful eye. He didn’t need to speak or make grand gestures; just knowing he was there, standing mere feet away from you, made the castle feel more fortified than it ever had before.

In many ways, he made you feel like that too — protected, even in the smallest, unspoken ways.

The Small Council was always the most grueling part of your day. Despite your title as Queen, you found yourself constantly sidelined, your voice often drowned out by the men who dominated the discussions. You had grown accustomed to their subtle condescension — the way they’d nod and pretend to listen, only to carry on as if your words had never been spoken. You’d learned to expect it, but the sting of dismissal never faded entirely.

And today was no different.

As you took your seat, Jungkook stood nearby, ever the silent sentinel. He’d grown adept at reading you, his dark eyes keenly observing the smallest shift in your demeanor. He noticed how, at first, you entered the room with a composed grace, ready to engage in the matters at hand. But as the meeting dragged on, frustration began to creep in, visible in the slight tightening of your jaw each time a man at the table spoke over you or dismissed your suggestions with a polite but infuriating nod.

Jungkook’s eyes followed the subtle changes — the way your posture stiffened, the soft sigh you tried to suppress, and then, finally, the way boredom started to settle in as you reached for the small stone ball on the table, rolling it between your fingers absentmindedly. He knew you were doing your best to remain patient, but the disrespect weighed heavily in the room.

His hand instinctively twitched at his side, a protective instinct rising within him as he stood there watching. He was ready to intervene if the moment called for it, though he knew better than to step in unless absolutely necessary. Still, his silent support was palpable, a reassuring presence amidst the clamor of men who failed to see the strength in the woman before them.

“Perhaps we should discuss Driftmark, Your Grace,” the Maester began, his voice too casual for the gravity of the subject. He directed his attention toward your husband, but the mention of Driftmark instantly drew you in, pulling you from your growing boredom. You straightened in your seat, the defensiveness in your posture clear.

“What of it?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, the raw emotion behind it hard to suppress. Driftmark wasn’t just a topic for idle conversation — it was family. Personal. The loss of the Lord of the Tides, your cousin’s husband, had been a blow that still lingered, and the aftermath of it weighed heavily on your heart.

He had been more than just family; he had adored your children as if they were his own, even naming your daughter, Celeste, as his heir. It was an honor, though one with its own set of complications. With Ares set to inherit the Iron Throne, Celeste was to inherit Driftmark. Your cousin, devastated by the loss of her husband and without heirs of her own, was to hold the seat in her stead until Celeste came of age.

The Maester’s eyes flickered between you and your husband, clearly aware of the tension in the room but too entrenched in his own position to approach the subject delicately. He cleared his throat, then spoke with a tone that bordered on patronizing. “It’s... a delicate matter, Your Grace. There are those who believe the succession should be reconsidered, given your daughter’s age. Furthermore, some question the wisdom of naming a girl as heir to such a powerful seat.”

Your stomach tightened, fury simmering beneath the surface. A girl. As if Celeste’s age or gender diminished her worth, her potential. You could feel the disdain, not just for your daughter, but for the very idea of a woman wielding such power.

You held the Maester’s gaze, your voice sharp with barely concealed fury. “And do you agree with them?”

The chamber seemed to freeze in that moment, the weight of your words pressing down on everyone in the room. All eyes flickered nervously between you and the Maester, the tension palpable as if even the air had thickened, making it harder to breathe. Everyone braced themselves for the confrontation that was surely coming.

The Maester, sensing the chance to finally reveal his true thoughts, straightened in his seat, his chest puffing out as arrogance replaced caution. He no longer glanced toward your husband for approval; instead, his focus was solely on you, his eyes glinting with condescension.

“A woman on the Driftwood Throne, Your Grace?” he repeated, his voice dripping with condescension. “Forgive my candor, but Driftmark is not some soft and delicate estate. It is a seat of warriors, sailors, men of the sea and battle. Its history is steeped in strength and tradition. To put a mere girl — no matter her bloodline — on that chair is folly, plain and simple. A woman’s place is in the home, tending to hearth and children, not commanding fleets or sitting in council chambers. The late Lord has a brother who would make a fine new Lord, more befitting the legacy.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your hands tightening into fists. “His brother has no desire for rule!” you shot back, your temper dangerously close to boiling over. “Celeste is his rightful heir. It was his wish, and it will not be questioned!”

The Maester, unfazed, continues. “Your Grace… with all due respect, your daughter is but a child. A girl of her age should be concerned with dolls and dresses, not the governance of a seat as vital as Driftmark. There are many in the realm who would argue that Driftmark deserves a stronger hand. A male heir, one capable of steering the course of the future, as tradition demands. Perhaps it is time to reconsider your decision, before it’s too late. Before the realm begins to question not only Driftmark’s future, but the Queen’s judgment as well.”

The insult hung in the air like a storm cloud, casting a heavy, suffocating tension over the room. The audacity — the sheer gall of the Maester to question not only your daughter’s right but your authority as Queen. Fury simmered beneath your composed exterior, your hand twitching as though you might lash out.

But before you could muster a response, Jungkook was already moving.

“You will watch your tongue when speaking to the Queen, Maester,” Jungkook’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble, carrying the unmistakable weight of a threat. His usually calm demeanor was gone, replaced by something far more menacing. “Or it shall be taken from you.”

The room seemed to shrink around the Maester, all eyes now on him as the color drained from his face. His earlier arrogance dissolved in an instant, replaced with wide-eyed panic. The man who had dared to question your daughter’s birthright now looked as though he might faint from fear.

“I- I meant no offense, Ser Jungkook,” the Maester stammered, his words tumbling over themselves in a desperate attempt to backpedal. His gaze flickered nervously from you to Jungkook, searching for some kind of escape.

“You did,” Jungkook cut him off sharply, his tone like the edge of a blade. His gaze bore into the Maester, unyielding, unwavering. “And I will remind you once more: mind your tongue.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the threat hanging in the air like a blade, and no one doubted that Jungkook would make good on his promise if pushed further.

You turned your gaze to Jungkook, barely concealing your silent shock. The man who stood just feet away, usually so quiet and composed, always speaking only when spoken to, had stepped in to defend you — boldly, without hesitation. The gesture was unexpected, and for a moment, you were struck by the kindness and protectiveness it held.

It was not just the words he had spoken, but the intensity behind them, the clear signal that he would tolerate no disrespect toward you. In a room full of lords and courtiers who often dismissed your voice, Jungkook’s sudden defense felt like a rare and precious show of loyalty. Uncommon as it was, it left a warmth spreading in your chest, a silent but deeply felt appreciation.

Jungkook still hadn’t met your eyes, his intense gaze fixed on the Maester, the disapproval and disgust etched in his expression radiating an aura so fierce, it was almost frightening. He stood there like a wall of steel, silently daring anyone to challenge him again.

You turned your attention back to the Maester, who now squirmed under the weight of the moment. His once confident, condescending exterior had crumbled, now sitting timidly in his seat.

“Celeste is the rightful heir,” you stated, your voice even and composed, though laced with quiet authority. “She will rule Driftmark, and she will do so just as well as any man ever could. Anyone who questions that,” you paused, allowing the weight of your words to settle over the room, “will regret it.”

The Maester lowered his head, unable to meet your gaze, his earlier arrogance completely shattered. “Of course, Your Grace. Please, forgive my words.”

Jungkook didn’t move an inch, his focus still locked onto the Maester like a hawk waiting for the slightest wrong move. The room felt smaller, the tension almost suffocating as the Maester’s earlier confidence reduced to a pitiful murmur.

“See that you don’t forget that again,” you said, your tone final and cold, leaving no room for further argument.

With that, you stood up from your seat, the weight of the moment still hanging heavy in the air. Without another word, you turned on your heel and made your way out of the courtroom, every step deliberate, your posture unyielding. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as you moved, a quiet power radiating from you that demanded respect.

Jungkook, as ever, was by your side in an instant, but he kept a respectful distance, just enough to remain a silent protector, his presence still like a shield around you. His footsteps were measured, the sound of his boots echoing softly in the corridors, and yet there was an undeniable sense of security in the space between you two. No words were exchanged as you made your way to your chamber — there was no need for them. His silent solidarity was all you required.

Jungkook’s presence was reassuring, like the calm after a storm, and it made the weight of leadership — of being Queen — just a little easier to bear.

After the heat of earlier’s events, the last thing you wanted was to step foot back into the chaos of the court. The weight of the Maester’s words still lingered in the air, and you felt the need to retreat, to recharge in the only place that felt truly like yours. So, you didn’t leave your chambers for the rest of the day. You took the rare opportunity to unwind, the need for solitude outweighing any further obligations for the day.

Without a second thought, you changed into your nightgown well before the moon rose, the soft fabric a welcome contrast to the tense weight of your court attire. You moved with practiced ease, the familiar ritual of shedding the day’s responsibilities easing the knots in your shoulders.

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting a warm glow that danced across the room. You sank into the couch, the cushions molding to your body as you settled in front of the flames. With a book in hand, you opened the pages, the words inviting you into another world — a world where you could forget, if only for a moment, the burdens of being Queen.

You lost yourself in the story, the flicker of the fire keeping time with the rhythm of your reading. Outside your window, the castle was quiet, the usual noise of the corridors muted by the sanctuary of your chamber. For the first time that day, you felt a sense of peace. The world outside could wait. Here, in the comfort of your own space, you could simply be.

But just as the fire’s soft, flickering glow began to lull you deeper into peace, a knock at the door broke the fragile silence, its sound sharp and intrusive. A flicker of annoyance stirred within you — someone daring to interrupt the quiet sanctuary of your evening. But then, a familiar voice, calm and steady, followed.

“Your Grace?”

It’s him.

You took a slow breath, the irritation melting away at the sound of his voice, and called softly, “Come in, Ser Jungkook.”

The door creaked open, but Jungkook didn’t immediately step inside. He stood just beyond the threshold, his tall frame framed by the dim light spilling from the hall, casting long shadows across the stone floor. There was something endearing in the way he paused there, as though uncertain, hesitating to cross the boundary of your private space without your explicit permission. His respect for the sanctity of your chambers was something rare, a simple act that made him stand out even more.

“My apologies, Your Grace,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, like the evening air itself. “I’ve just come to alert you that the children are abed.”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

What you didn’t know was that the children had been in bed for some time. Jungkook had only alerted you now because he was standing just outside your door, hesitating. He wasn’t sure if he should disturb your peace with the news. Still new to this role, he was uncertain of how to balance his duties with the delicate art of discretion.

“Thank you, Ser Jungkook,” you said, your tone warm with gratitude. “I would appreciate it if you informed me every night from now on.”

“Of course, Your Grace. Sleep well.” Jungkook gave a respectful nod, his voice as steady and sincere as ever, and he turned to leave.

“Ser Jungkook,” you called again, before he could close the door behind him.

He paused, hand resting lightly on the doorframe, his dark eyes meeting yours in the soft, flickering firelight. For a brief moment, the noise of the castle seemed to fall away, the crackling fire the only sound that filled the space between you. It was rare, these moments of true stillness, where it was just the two of you, no interruptions, no duties weighing on either of your shoulders. The warmth from the fire cast a soft glow over him, accentuating the quiet strength in his features.

For the first time, you found yourself truly looking at him — not just the protector of your children, not just the present knight, but Jungkook.

“I’ve yet to thank you for earlier — in the Small Council chamber,” you said softly, your voice quiet but earnest. “I appreciate your defense. Thank you.”

The words hung between you for a moment, carrying a weight that felt heavier than it should. It wasn’t just the defense itself, though that was significant; it was the quiet way he had stood up for you. Jungkook had always been the silent one, always just there, standing in the background. But today, he had been more. He had spoken when no one else had. His simple act of defending you meant more than you could say.

Jungkook’s posture softened at your words, though his expression remained composed, his usual stoic demeanor intact. Yet, as he held your gaze, his dark eyes seemed to linger a moment longer than usual, a subtle warmth settling in his look that wasn’t often there. It was as though the space between you both had shifted, the heavy tension of the day dissolving into something quieter, almost comforting.

“It was nothing, Your Grace. You need not thank me,” he replied, his voice low and measured, though there was something beneath it — something genuine, almost vulnerable, that made the words feel different from his usual calm, detached responses. His eyes remained steady on yours, and for a moment, the usual distance between you seemed to shrink, as though he was offering something unspoken, something more than just a knight’s duty. “You shouldn’t have to endure that kind of disrespect. It’s my duty to protect you, in all ways.”

You gave a soft nod, absorbing the weight of his words. Jungkook was a constant in your life — a silent guardian who stood watch over both your children and yourself. But hearing him speak of protecting you in such a way, so plainly and honestly, stirred something within you. It wasn’t just your children that mattered to him; it was you, as well.

“You do more than protect,” you said, your voice softer now, the weariness of the day gradually easing. “Your actions today… they meant more than you know.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched at the corners, acknowledging your words, but he didn’t respond right away. There was a brief silence between you both, the fire’s crackling embers filling the stillness as he shifted his weight, his stance still as rigid as ever, but now, a slight tension in his shoulders had eased.

“If there’s ever anything you need, Your Grace,” he said finally, his tone softer than it had been moments before, but with an underlying firmness that conveyed his commitment, “I am here.”

The sincerity in his voice wrapped around you like a quiet promise, steady and unwavering. The light of the fire caught on his features, casting soft shadows over his face, making his usually guarded expression seem less distant, more human. You felt a sense of peace settling into the space between you both, a momentary connection that felt more genuine than anything that had passed between you in the public eye.

“Thank you,” you replied softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, finding comfort in the rare, honest exchange.

Jungkook inclined his head once more, his expression softening in a way that was unusual for him — a small, but genuine smile curling his lips, the warmth of it making him seem more approachable, more... real.

“Goodnight, Your Grace,” he said quietly, voice full of respect, but also something else — something deeper.

“Goodnight, Ser Jungkook,” you murmured in return.

With that, he turned and moved to close the door behind him, the soft click of the latch signaling his departure. But as the door clicked shut, you realized that this time, you didn’t feel the usual solitude. There was something different. Something comforting. Something exciting that made the pit of your stomach feel funny, in knowing he was standing just outside your door.

Just the barrier of wood between you two.

The next day unfolded much more peacefully than the last.

You sat on the floor of your chamber, the luxurious fabric of your gown pooling around you like a soft sea of silk. The quiet of the room was comforting as you focused on the delicate task in front of you — embroidering a blanket for Luna. Each stitch was a calming motion, your mind momentarily free of the weight of royal duties.

You hadn’t seen Jungkook yet, but his presence lingered in your thoughts, like an unspoken promise. The anticipation of his arrival stirred a quiet excitement within you, though you had no idea when he might appear.

The silence was broken by your husband's voice, cutting through the peaceful air as he entered without knocking, his tone casual. “How are you feeling today?”

You glanced up briefly, meeting his eyes before returning to your work. “Better,” you answered, the edges of your lips curving into a faint smile.

“Good,” Atticus replied, smirking as he made his way over to the table and poured himself a goblet of wine. “Do you think you’ll be attending the Small Council today?”

You hesitated, the thought of sitting through another long, tedious session filling you with a quiet reluctance. “No… if that’s alright?” you replied, your tone tentative, not wanting to seem too dismissive of his suggestion.

“Of course,” Atticus said, lifting the goblet to his lips. His eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he added, “But I’ll have you know, I’ve hired a new Maester.”

The words hit you like a spark, and without thinking, you put your needle down. The sudden shift in the conversation caught your attention fully. Your eyes locked onto him, eyebrows raised in surprise. The idea of a new Maester was unexpected — and it immediately piqued your curiosity.

"Are you upset about that?" you asked, your voice soft and laced with a hint of apology, eyes searching his face for any sign of how he truly felt.

Atticus paused, his gaze meeting yours with a quiet intensity. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, and he set the goblet down gently on the table. "I could never be upset with you for only standing up for yourself," he said, his voice steady, though there was an underlying heat to his words. "And someone as disrespectful as that will not continue to walk around in this castle."

His declaration was resolute, filled with a quiet determination. The confidence in his voice was not just from his position, but from a place of deep respect for you. It was as if he had taken the full weight of your frustration upon himself, and the fire behind his words showed that he would do whatever it took to ensure you never had to endure such treatment again.

You smile warmly at his words. "Thank you, Atticus."

He pauses, a small smile tugging at his lips, his fingers tapping idly on the edge of the table. "You know, as much as I’m not in love with you," he says slowly, his tone more thoughtful than usual, "I still love you."

The admission hangs in the air between you, the raw honesty in his voice bringing a quiet comfort. It wasn't the passionate declaration of romance you might have hoped for, but it was the kind of love that ran deep — steady, consistent, unshakable.

You meet his gaze, and your heart softens with understanding. "As do I," you reply, your voice gentle but genuine.

It wasn’t the kind of love that others might expect, filled with grand gestures and whispered sweet nothings. But in its own way, it was a love that had stood the test of time. It isn’t passionate, but there’s a respect and understanding between the two of you that runs deep.

“Now,” Atticus says, his voice low, teasing. “Can we talk about your knight in shining armor?”

You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Oh Gods,” you say, the edge of amusement clear in your voice as you go back to your needlework.

“Oh, come on,” he whines, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “I let you pick, now you have to tell me all about him!”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing up at him. “It was you who suggested I pick?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “I thought you’d feel more content choosing someone yourself.”

“I do,” you reply with a small smile, returning to your embroidery. “It was a wise suggestion.”

“Oh, don’t change the subject now!” He motions with a dramatic hand. “What was that about yesterday?”

“He was just defending me,” you say, hoping to dismiss the conversation, though you’re well aware it won’t be that easy.

Atticus lets out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes in dramatic fashion. “No knight is that devoted to duty, my dear wife.”

His words make you pause, but you try not to let it show. Still, a smile begins to creep onto your lips, unbidden. You hadn’t really allowed yourself to think about it that way. Jungkook had always been quiet, loyal, reliable — but devoted in the way Atticus is hinting? It’s a thought that stirs something unexpected in you.

“Well, believe it or not,” you say, unable to stop the small grin now, “we’ve spoken to each other only a few times.”

Atticus raises an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, clearly entertained. “Is that so? And yet, with little words between you, he’s ready to challenge a room full of lords for your honor. Fascinating.”

You roll your eyes, returning to your needlework in an attempt to focus, but your mind can’t help but drift back to Jungkook. The memory of his voice, steady and unyielding as he defended you, lingers. Maybe Atticus has a point, but admitting that would only fuel his relentless teasing.

“He’s just dutiful,” you insist, though even you can hear the uncertainty creeping into your voice.

Atticus catches it too, and his smirk widens as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his goblet. “Dutiful because he loves his duty? Or because of you?”

Your cheeks flush instantly, the warmth creeping up your neck as you try to brush off the insinuation. “You’re reading into this too much,” you mumble, focusing on the embroidery in your lap, though your needlework suddenly seems less interesting.

“Am I?” Atticus drawls, stepping closer, his tone playful but probing. “Did you solely choose him because of his skills?”

You glance up at him briefly, trying to suppress a smile. “Are you implying something?”

He shrugs, the smirk on his lips widening. “Well, did you?”

“I did!” you exclaim, the words tumbling out a little too quickly, as if you’re trying to convince yourself as much as him. You glance up at Atticus, catching the amused gleam in his eyes. “He’s excellent with the children, and he strikes the perfect balance around here — intimidating enough to make it clear no one should challenge him, but not so much that the children are frightened. I trust him completely, and I’ve only known him a short while.”

Atticus hums, swirling the wine in his goblet with deliberate slowness before taking a sip, his skepticism apparent in the slight arch of his brow.

You shake your head, sighing lightly. “He’s proven his worth,” you say, trying to sound firm, though the soft smile that sneaks onto your lips betrays you. “It’s his abilities that matter.”

Atticus grins, thoroughly enjoying this exchange. “Of course, his abilities. And it’s just a coincidence that the knight you trust with our children’s safety also happens to be rather… easy on the eyes?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, though the warmth spreading through your chest betrays your amusement. “His appearance has nothing to do with why I chose him,” you insist, though your tone has lost its edge, becoming playful and light. “He’s capable, loyal, and vigilant. His looks are irrelevant.”

Atticus raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening into a knowing grin. “Irrelevant, but not unnoticed?”

You shoot him a mock glare, though the smile tugging at your lips makes it hard to maintain any seriousness. “You’re impossible,” you say with a shake of your head. “I care about his skills and nothing more.”

Atticus chuckles softly, clearly entertained. “We shall see,” he teases, his voice lingering in the air as he begins to make his exit. His steps are slow, unhurried, as though he’s savoring the moment.

He walks out with a lightness in his stride, and the faint echo of his laughter trails behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts — and the quiet, unsettling realization that maybe, just maybe, his words weren’t entirely off the mark.

Returning to the Small Council felt different this time. The atmosphere had shifted. The men were more considerate, actually taking your opinions into account — a stark contrast to their usual dismissiveness. It seemed Atticus’ harsh punishment of the last Maester had sent a clear message: disrespect would no longer be tolerated. They were treading carefully now, not wanting to find themselves in a similar predicament.

You exhaled a long breath as you walked into your chamber, ready to unwind after the tense day. Removing your jewelry, you placed each piece delicately on the table, the soft clink of metal filling the otherwise quiet room. You went to bend down to slip off your shoes, eager for the relief of the cool floor beneath your feet.

But before you could, a sharp point suddenly pressed against your neck.

You froze.

Panic surged through you as the cold blade pressed harder against your skin, the world around you narrowing to the sound of your racing heartbeat.

“Don’t scream,” a low voice hissed in your ear, breath hot against your skin, “or you will die.”

Your breath hitched, the threat sinking in, terror flooding your veins. Tears welled in your eyes as helplessness gripped you. You had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly at the mercy of another.

The man spun you around with a jerk, and your gaze landed on another figure lurking in the shadows — both were dressed in the rough, dirt stained garb of rat catchers, but their eyes gleamed with intent far darker than pest control.

“We were paid to kill the little girl,” the man growled, his eyes boring into yours with malicious purpose. “The one who is set to inherit Driftmark. Where is she?”

Your heart stopped. They wanted Celeste. Your daughter.

Desperation clawed at your insides, but you forced yourself to remain calm, though your voice trembled as you spoke. “I have many things in here of great value,” you said, your mind racing to stall, to buy any time you could. “You can take whatever you want. Jewelry, gold…”

The man sneered, pressing the blade just a fraction closer, enough to make your skin prickle with fear. “We’re not here for trinkets,” he spat. “We’re here for the girl.”

The suffocating pressure eased as the man shoved you away, though he kept his dagger trained on you, its sharp point a constant threat.

“Lead us to her,” he snarled, “and you will live.”

Your pulse quickened, panic rising. But amid the terror, you clung to one thought: Jungkook was just outside, standing guard by the children’s room. He would protect Celeste.

Heart pounding, you forced your legs to move, stepping cautiously toward the door of your chamber. The rat catchers followed closely, one of them pressing the dagger against your back, a constant reminder of the danger lurking just inches away.

By the time you reached the door, your eyes caught a glimpse of movement. Jungkook — his back against the wood, waiting, ready. His gaze met yours, and in that brief moment, you felt a surge of relief, but it was fleeting.

Before you could react, Jungkook sprang into action. In a heartbeat, he grabbed your arm and yanked you behind him, shielding you with his body. You stumbled backward, watching in awe as he unsheathed his sword with deadly precision.

Jungkook wasted no time. His blade sank deep into the stomach of the first rat catcher, a sickening thud echoing in the hallway. The man gasped, blood spurting from the wound, and crumpled to the floor.

The second assailant, wild with desperation, swung his dagger wildly at Jungkook. But Jungkook moved with lethal grace, dodging each strike effortlessly. His movements were swift, controlled, each step calculated. In one fluid motion, he caught the man's wrist mid swing, twisting it with a force that made the man cry out in pain. Jungkook’s grip tightened, and with a brutal efficiency, he forced the attacker to plunge the dagger into his own abdomen.

The man’s eyes widened in shock, the weapon lodged deep within him, his strength faltering. Jungkook released him, and the second rat catcher staggered before collapsing to the ground beside his companion, both of them now lying in pools of their own blood.

In shock, you stood frozen, tears welling in your eyes as the reality of the moment crashed over you. Only a minute ago, you had feared for your life, for your family’s lives. And now, Jungkook had effortlessly put an end to the rat catchers, his blade on the ground still stained with their blood. It all felt too surreal, too close.

Before you could fully process what had happened, Jungkook rushed to you, his expression softening with concern. He cupped your face gently in his hands, his touch grounding you. “Your Grace? Are you hurt?” His voice was low but urgent, his eyes scanning you for any sign of injury.

You shook your head, still unable to find your voice, too overwhelmed by everything. Your heart pounded, your throat tight as you struggled to keep yourself together.

“You’re alright now,” Jungkook whispered, his thumbs brushing tenderly across your cheeks. “Everything’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. The fear, the relief, the gratitude — they all hit you at once, overwhelming your senses. And before you knew it, your emotions spilled over. You erupted into sobs, throwing your arms around Jungkook’s neck, seeking the warmth and safety of his presence. You buried your face into his skin, your tears dripping onto his armor as you cried.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close to him, his strength and warmth offering the comfort you so desperately needed. One of his hands rubbed soothingly up and down your back while the other cradled your head, pressing you gently against his chest. His heartbeat, steady and strong, was the only thing keeping you grounded amidst the chaos of your emotions.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he murmured into your hair, his voice soft and calming. “You’re safe now.”

And in that moment, in his arms, you believed him.

After Atticus learned about the rat catchers’ attack, his fury was swift and intense, shaking the very walls of the Red Keep. His voice thundered from the Small Council chamber, echoing through the halls as he took command of the situation. His anger wasn’t just justified — it was terrifying. No one dared stand in his way as he set out to make sure something like this could never happen again.

You sat in your children’s room, seeking comfort in their innocent presence. Even as you tried to calm your racing heart, the distant roar of Atticus’s orders only heightened the gravity of what had nearly occurred. He wasted no time doubling the guard, placing knights at every vulnerable corner of the Keep. The added protection was meant to reassure, but for you, it only underscored the severity of the danger that had almost taken your daughter.

Atticus was relentless in his pursuit of justice. He immediately dispatched his men to find out who had hired the rat catchers. It wasn’t long before the truth came out — your former Maester hadn’t been acting alone. There were more, many more, who shared his poisonous view that Celeste, your little girl, had no right to inherit Driftmark. These men, clinging to their outdated belief that only a man should rule, had conspired to end her life before she could ever sit upon the Driftwood Throne.

Those who were caught speaking against Celeste’s claim were dealt with harshly. Atticus showed no mercy. He threw them in the dungeons without a second thought, ensuring that any who dared oppose your daughter’s future would be silenced. In this, he was steadfast, and you were grateful for his fierce protection of your family.

But even with the threat supposedly contained, the fear hadn’t left you. That night still clung to you like a dark shadow, creeping into your thoughts when you least expected it. The memory of those men — of their knives and their cruel threats — replayed in your mind every night, a loop you couldn’t break free from.

Sleep was becoming harder to find. You would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the attack pressing down on your chest. Even with Jungkook stationed just outside your door, standing as your silent guardian, the sense of unease never fully faded. You trusted him more than anyone now, knowing he had saved you without hesitation, but your mind couldn’t silence the what ifs. What if something happened to him? What if the guards missed something? What if they came back?

Tonight was no different. The room was quiet, your children safe in their beds, but your thoughts raced. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind outside felt like a reminder of how close you had come to losing everything. You sat up in bed, pulling your knees to your chest, trying to calm the storm within.

Jungkook was right outside the door — so close, and yet, the fear lingered. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, but that night had changed everything. The vulnerability, the terror, had been too real, and you couldn’t just forget it. Even though the Red Keep was locked down, even though Atticus had done everything in his power to keep you safe, you were haunted by the thought that danger still lurked just out of sight.

You couldn’t sleep. The quiet room, the stillness, your own thoughts circling endlessly — it was too much. You knew that tonight, like so many others, you’d be awake until the sun rose. So, with a sigh, you slipped out of bed, crossed the room, and quietly opened the door.

And there he was.

Jungkook stood just outside, his back to you, ever vigilant. When the door creaked softly, he turned, eyes meeting yours. In the faint light of the moon, his features were softened, yet his gaze was alert, concerned. The gleam in his eyes caught the moonlight, and for just a moment, the comfort of his presence made the world feel a little less daunting.

“Your Grace?” he asked, his voice low but steady. “I thought you’d be abed by now.”

“I can’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice quiet but laden with the weight of sleepless nights and endless worry.

“You’re safe now,” he said gently, his tone firm yet soothing, as if trying to will your mind to find peace. “Allow yourself to rest.”

You managed a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “You said you’d be here if I ever needed anything.”

His brows furrowed slightly as he nodded, understanding your unspoken request. “I did.”

You hesitated only briefly before speaking again, your voice softer now. “Can you come in?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he straightened. “Your Grace, I hardly think that is appropriate,” he replied, though his tone was more uncertain than firm. His sense of duty and propriety clashed visibly with his desire to help you.

“It will comfort me,” you said, the vulnerability in your voice enough to make him falter.

He hesitated, clearly torn. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword as if it could ground him in the face of your request. His loyalty to you was absolute, but the boundaries of it were something he grappled with now.

Seeing his hesitation, you added, teasing softly, “Your Queen demands you.”

That earned you a small smile, one that softened the tension in the air. Jungkook shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he conceded. “Well, who am I to deny my Queen?” he said, stepping past the threshold.

As Jungkook entered the room, his mere presence brought with it a sense of security you hadn’t even realized you’d been yearning for. His eyes never left yours, filled with a mix of concern and quiet understanding, as you led him over to the couch by the fireplace.

You settled yourself on one side, pulling a blanket over your legs as you crossed them beneath its warmth. When you glanced up, you noticed he hadn’t joined you yet. Instead, he stood a little distance away, unsure, his posture stiff as if still on duty.

“Sit,” you gestured to the empty space beside you.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to the door as if he still wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do. But your gentle command was enough to sway him. With a slight nod, he moved closer, his heavy footsteps softening as he reached the couch. Just as he was about to sit, you spoke again, your voice quiet but firm.

“Take off your armor.”

He froze, eyes wide as if caught off guard by your request. “Your Grace,” he said slowly, his tone almost a warning, a reminder of the boundary he believed needed to remain in place.

But you shook your head, your expression soft but insistent. “I don’t want you here as Ser Jungkook,” you explained, your voice carrying a vulnerability you hadn’t meant to reveal. “I want you here just as Jungkook.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, clearly torn between his sense of duty and the comfort you were asking for. But then, with a slow exhale, he began to unfasten the clasps of his armor, the metallic clinks filling the otherwise quiet room. Piece by piece, the weight of it fell away, and he set it aside, each movement careful and deliberate.

Jungkook looked at you, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips as he gestured to his cloak. "If you would," he said softly, his eyes warm but with a hint of playful mischief.

You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a bit lighter as you stood from the couch, the blanket slipping from your lap and pooling onto the floor. Your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the clasp of his cloak, feeling the cool metal as you carefully undid it. The fabric was thick and heavy, and as you pulled it off his shoulders, it seemed to take with it some of the invisible barrier he kept between you both.

The air between you felt different now, more intimate, as you set his cloak aside with the rest of his armor. When you turned back to face him, he was watching you closely, his expression softer than before, as if seeing you in a new light.

For a second, you just stood there, gazing at each other in the soft glow of the fire.

Now, without the weight of his armor, Jungkook looked more relaxed, his shoulders less tense, though there was still a quiet alertness in his posture. When you invited him to sit, he did so without hesitation this time, his expression softening as he settled next to you on the couch.

As the fire crackled gently beside you, casting a warm glow over the room, you found yourself seeing him differently. Here, sitting in your chambers, with the walls of duty momentarily lowered, Jungkook wasn’t just your knight anymore. He was a man — kind, steady, and unexpectedly gentle in his presence.

“I’ve not been able to sleep as of late,” you admitted, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than you intended. “But with you here... I feel safe.”

Jungkook’s smile was soft, a flicker of warmth that reached his eyes. “I’m happy to hear that,” he said, though his voice was still laced with the respectful formality he always carried. “Your Grace.”

You hesitated for a moment, then spoke your name, more firmly this time. “Use my name. The formalities can stay with your armor… Jungkook.”

The moment hung between you, quiet but significant. When he repeated your name, his voice was different, softer, almost intimate. It felt personal, as if you were the only thing that mattered in this room, in this moment.

Your heart fluttered hearing your name on his lips. The way he said it felt more intimate than you’d expected, and as the quiet settled around you both, you realized the walls between you were coming down even more.

“My mother died when I was four and ten,” Jungkook begins, his voice steady but carrying the weight of years of grief. “She was murdered right in front of me. I was weak, untrained... I couldn’t help her. I just stood there, frozen, and I couldn’t save her.” He pauses, his gaze distant, lost in the painful memory. “When I left the children’s chamber to go guard yours and I saw those rat catchers in there… I knew I couldn’t let you down like I did my mother. I couldn’t let that happen again.”

Your heart clenches and your brows knit in sorrow, completely torn by his story. His words hang heavy in the air, the realization of his past weighing on your chest. You feel both gratitude and guilt — glad that Jungkook trusts you enough to open up, yet heartbroken by the trauma he’s lived through.

It suddenly makes sense — why he’s always so guarded, so precise, so fiercely loyal. You understand now why he was trained in combat at such a young age, why he’s so vigilant, and why he holds himself to such a high standard. His devotion to you, his protection of your family, it all stems from a promise he made to himself long ago, a promise born from tragedy.

You reach out, placing a gentle hand on his arm resting on the back of the couch, your touch warm and comforting. Jungkook’s gaze flickers to where your hand rests on his arm, and then back to your face, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“You’ve done well to uphold that promise,” you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. As your eyes meet his, you offer him a genuine smile, hoping it conveys the compassion you feel. “Your mother would love the man you’ve grown to be, Jungkook.”

For a brief moment, Jungkook’s eyes soften, his usual stoic expression breaking. He looks almost vulnerable, as if the weight he carries is shared, if only for a second.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice low and sincere. “I find myself very… protective over you.”

You tilt your head slightly, a teasing smile curling at the corners of your lips. The soft glow of the fire casts a warm light over your face, and your eyes seem to shimmer with curiosity. “Why is that?” you ask, a playful lilt to your tone as you watch him.

Jungkook hesitates for a beat, his dark eyes holding yours. He slowly pulls his arm away, the loss of contact leaving your skin colder than you expected. But before you can fully miss the warmth, you feel the feather light touch of his fingertips brushing down your arm. His touch is slow, deliberate, sending a tingling sensation across your skin, awakening something inside you.

Your breath catches as his fingers trail lower, the gentle path they take igniting a flutter in your chest. When his hand finally finds yours, his touch is warm and firm, his fingers lacing with yours like it was meant to be all along.

Jungkook looks down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing tenderly over the back of your hand as if testing the waters. “It’s more than duty now,” he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with something deeper. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and you can see the vulnerability there, something raw and unguarded. “I can’t explain it fully, but… it’s like you’ve become more than just someone I’m sworn to protect.”

His gaze lingers on your face, searching for a reaction, and you feel a mix of emotions swirling within you — curiosity, anticipation, and something that feels dangerously close to longing.

Your lips part slightly, your heart hammering in your chest as the room feels smaller, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. “More than duty?” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s fingers tighten just a little around yours, grounding you in the moment. His eyes soften, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yes… much more than duty,” he says, his voice tender yet filled with a quiet intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but all you can focus on is him — on the warmth of his hand, the depth in his gaze, and the way the space between you seems to shrink with each passing second.

With his fingers still interlaced with yours, Jungkook gently pulls you closer. The sudden shift brings you nearer to him, and you let out a soft giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up as you blush under his gaze. The warmth of his body, the way his eyes are fixed on you — it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.

As the distance between you vanishes, your breath catches when you realize his gaze is locked on your lips. It’s intense, and it makes your heart race. You watch, spellbound, as he lifts his other hand slowly. His thumb brushes tenderly across your bottom lip, the pad of his finger soft against your skin. The simple, teasing touch sends a wave of warmth washing over you.

He lingers there for a moment, rubbing your lip, and then his thumb presses just a little more insistently, grazing the slit of your mouth as though silently asking for permission. The unspoken question in his eyes makes your pulse quicken, and you instinctively part your lips in response. His thumb slips inside, and you close your mouth gently around it, letting him in.

Your eyes remain on him as his thumb rests against your tongue, the sensation both intimate and electrifying. The fire crackles in the background, but the world feels muted, like it’s just you and him in this moment. Your heart pounds, and the connection between you grows stronger as you suck lightly on his digit.

Jungkook’s breathing becomes slightly uneven as he watches you, his eyes darkening with something deeper, more primal. He gently withdraws his thumb, his fingers now tracing the curve of your jaw, his touch both firm and tender. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

The air between you is thick with anticipation, the moment heavy with the promise of what’s to come. His forehead rests against yours, and for a heartbeat, time seems to stop.

“We should stop before things go further,” Jungkook whispers, his voice low and husky, the warmth of his breath tickling your lips as he gives you the chance to pull away.

You pause, your heart racing in your chest. “We should,” you whisper back, the words lingering in the air between you both.

But neither of you move.

Instead, your gaze remains locked on his, and you can feel the heat radiating between you, the unspoken desire that lingers in the small space that still separates you.

And just like that, his lips are on yours.

The kiss is electric, his lips soft yet insistent as they press against yours. It’s slow at first, a tentative exploration, but the moment your mouths meet, everything else fades into the background.

As your lips remain locked with his, you straddle his lap, the movement seamless and natural, as if you’ve both been leading up to this moment for far too long. Your hands slide behind his head, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, tugging lightly as the kiss grows more heated, more desperate.

Jungkook’s hands find your waist, gripping you firmly, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. You feel his muscles tense beneath your fingertips as you press yourself against him, your hips moving instinctively. A soft gasp escapes your lips when you feel the hardness beneath you, his cock straining against the fabric of his breeches, the friction making you yearn for more.

Your hips begin to buck slowly, grinding against him as you search for more contact, more release. The heat between you two is palpable now, your breath mingling with his as the kiss deepens, tongues tangling in a rhythm that matches the slow, steady roll of your hips. Every shift of your body sends a wave of pleasure through you, and you can feel his grip tighten on your waist, his breathing growing heavier.

Jungkook lets out a low groan against your lips, the sound vibrating through you, igniting something primal. You can feel the restraint he’s holding onto, the tension in his body as he struggles to keep control, but the way his hands grip your waist tells you he’s just as lost in the moment as you are.

The friction between you both builds, the heat intensifying, but the layers of fabric between you only heighten the desire, making you ache for more.

“Perhaps I should thank you,” you whisper against his lips, your breath hot and teasing as your hips roll against him, causing a deep groan to escape from Jungkook’s throat. You can feel him hardening beneath you, his body responding despite his attempts to maintain composure. “For your service…”

His grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your sides just enough to make you feel how much he’s holding back. “It is only my mere duty,” he says, voice strained, each word laced with barely controlled desire.

You smile at his restraint, your lips moving to brush against the sharp line of his jaw. “You’ve done so much,” you murmur, your lips trailing lower, leaving a warm path down his neck, just beneath his jaw. His skin is soft and warm, and his pulse races beneath your touch. You hear his breath catch as you kiss along his collarbone, each word punctuated by a slow, deliberate press of your lips. “For me…” You move lower, your kisses more intentional, feeling his chest rise and fall more rapidly under your touch. “For my children…”

His hands twitch on your hips, torn between pulling you closer and letting you continue your slow, torturous descent. When you glance up at him, you see the way his dark eyes watch your every movement, clouded with need, a silent plea for more even as he struggles to keep himself grounded.

"I think you deserve a reward," you whisper, your voice sultry, teasing as your lips hover just above the edge of his tunic. Your fingers slowly, deliberately trace the hem, brushing against his heated skin as you make him wait, drawing out the anticipation.

Jungkook's head falls back, his lips parted as he releases a shaky breath, his control slipping with every passing second. His voice is a low growl, thick with longing. “You owe me nothing,”

You shake your head softly, your lips grazing the exposed skin of his chest. “I owe you everything,” you whisper back, your voice filled with sincerity and seduction, the intensity of the moment building as your hand moves lower, testing the boundaries of his restraint.

His body tenses beneath your touch, but his hands stay firm on your hips, holding you against him as if he’s afraid to let go. His eyes meet yours again, dark and full of raw emotion, his voice hushed, almost reverent. “I am yours,” he breathes, and in that moment, you know that he means every word.

With a soft smile playing on your lips, you slowly lift yourself off his lap, feeling the tension in the air as you lower yourself to the ground, kneeling between his legs. Jungkook watches you closely, his breathing uneven, eyes darkened with a mix of anticipation and restraint.

You place your hands gently on his thighs, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of his breeches, his muscles tense beneath your touch. You start slow, allowing the moment to settle between you, your fingers tracing soft, deliberate circles along his thighs, teasing without rushing. Jungkook’s breath hitches slightly, his gaze locked on your every movement, as if entranced by the sight of you at his feet.

With a deliberate slowness, you begin to untie the laces of his breeches, savoring the quiet rustling of fabric as you pull them off completely, your fingertips brushing against his skin, making him shiver. You take your time, your eyes never leaving his, a playful gleam in your gaze as you watch his resolve crumble little by little.

His cock springs free, finally released from its tight confines. Jungkook lets out a low groan, the sudden release of tension sending a wave of relief through him. The sight of him, hard and ready, makes your breath catch, but you don’t rush. Instead, you rest your hands on his thighs again, grounding yourself in the warmth of his skin, feeling the subtle flex of his muscles beneath your palms.

You glance up at him, and the intensity in his gaze sends a thrill down your spine. His lips are parted, his breath heavy, and you can see the restraint in the way he grips the couch, knuckles white, fighting the urge to take control.

You spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock, feeling its warmth and weight resting in your palm. You start slow, allowing him to adjust to the sensation, your fingers curling around him with a firm but careful grip. As your hand begins to move, sliding up and down in deliberate, teasing strokes, Jungkook's head falls back against the couch. A low, breathy moan escapes his parted lips, his chest rising and falling more heavily with each breath, betraying his struggle to hold onto his composure under your touch. His muscles tense, eyes fluttering shut, as the pleasure builds with each movement.

His reaction fuels you, and you keep your pace slow and sensual, your hand gliding smoothly along his length. Each movement draws another sound from him — whether it’s a quiet sigh, a deep groan, or the way his breathing catches for a split second. The power you hold in this moment, the way his body responds to your touch, makes the air between you feel electric, alive with tension.

Jungkook’s fingers dig into the cushions beside him, as if holding on for control, but you can see the way his restraint is unraveling, bit by bit. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, his lips parted in silent bliss, eyes closed as he surrenders to the sensation.

With a mischievous smile, you tighten your grip just a little, adding the slightest bit more pressure as you continue to stroke him, and his moan deepens, sending a shiver through you.

You lean in, teasingly slow, letting the anticipation build. Jungkook’s breath hitches as he watches you, his chest rising and falling faster, his hands tightening into fists. The moment your tongue makes contact with the tip of his cock, his body tenses. You start with soft, delicate kitten licks, testing his sensitivity, letting him feel every light flick of your tongue as you work.

A bead of precum gathers at the tip, and you lap it up, the salty taste lingering on your tongue. Jungkook’s groan is deep, almost guttural, his head tipping back against the couch once more as you tease him with your soft licks, never giving him more than just a taste of what’s to come.

The way he reacts, the way his body trembles under your touch, only spurs you on. You take your time, savoring the control you have over him, feeling the way his thighs tense beneath your hands.

You glance up at him through your lashes, enjoying the sight of Jungkook completely lost in the moment, his lips parted, breath heavy. His reaction fuels your desire to tease him more. Your tongue moves slowly, deliberately, swirling around his sensitive tip, while your hand continues its steady rhythm, pumping him with just enough pressure to keep him on edge.

He moans again, low and deep, his hips instinctively bucking up, searching for more of that friction you’re so teasingly withholding. You hum softly, the vibrations making his cock twitch against your tongue. You take him a little deeper, wrapping your lips around the head, sucking gently as you let your hand pump the base, building the tension.

Jungkook’s hands grip the couch tightly, fighting to stay still, his body betraying him with every small thrust of his hips. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, your tongue working against the underside of his shaft as you slide him further into your mouth. His response is immediate — his body jerks, a strangled groan escapes him, and you feel his hands twitch as if he’s fighting the urge to reach out and grab you.

You reach up and intertwine your fingers with his, and in that simple gesture, a new layer of intimacy blooms between you. His grip is firm, almost desperate, as if holding your hand is the one thing grounding him in the intensity of the moment. It's no longer just about desire; it's something deeper, more vulnerable, a connection that transcends the physical. His thumb gently brushes over your knuckles, a soft, tender contrast to the raw passion swirling around you. That small touch, full of unspoken emotion, speaks louder than words ever could, reminding you both that this is more than just a fleeting moment — it’s a quiet, shared promise.

Jungkook’s breathing becomes even more ragged as you continue to take him deeper, your lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to push him closer to the edge. You can feel his restraint, the way he’s holding back, trying to stay in control despite the pleasure coursing through him.

He groans, your name slipping from his lips in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. You hum softly in response, the vibrations causing another moan to escape his lips. The combination of his hand in yours, his soft gasps, and the warmth of his skin beneath your touch creates an almost overwhelming sense of connection.

You pull off him with a soft, wet pop, leaving his cock glistening in the firelight. Your lips curve into a teasing smile as you drag your tongue slowly along the length of his shaft, watching his reaction. Jungkook’s breath catches, his body tensing with anticipation. When you reach his base, you let your tongue dip lower, tracing a path to his balls. You take your time, licking and teasing the sensitive skin before gently sucking them into your mouth.

The reaction is immediate — his hips jerk up involuntarily, a deep moan escaping him as his head falls back against the couch. His knuckles are white as he grips the cushions, and his fingers tighten around yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment. You keep your eyes on him, enjoying the way his face contorts with pleasure, his lips parting with a shuddering breath.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice rough and strained, the sound vibrating through the air, sending a thrill through you. His chest rises and falls heavily as you continue to pump his cock in your hand, your strokes slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of your mouth as you suck gently on his balls.

You can feel the tension building in him, his body trembling slightly under your touch. His muscles are taut, straining as he tries to hold himself back, but you know he’s close. The soft, breathless curses he murmurs between groans let you know just how much you're driving him to the edge.

Jungkook’s mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more intoxicating than the last. The feel of your mouth wrapped around his cock is overwhelming, your lips warm and slick as they glide over him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. But what makes his pulse race even more is the sight of you — the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms — on your knees before him, your eyes dark with desire, lips wet and swollen as you take him deeper.

He can barely process it. A part of him feels like he’s lost in a dream, but the grip of your hand on his thigh, the soft, wet sounds filling the air, and the heat of your mouth around him all ground him in reality. His fingers tighten around yours, the intimacy of your entwined hands a stark contrast to the lust coursing through him.

He can’t stop thinking about how utterly beautiful you look, your regal composure gone, replaced by raw want. It’s sinful, how he can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth while your crown sits not too far away, a reminder of who you are — his Queen. And yet, here you are, on your knees, giving yourself to him so completely.

And then there’s the thought of what comes next. His cock twitches at the idea of getting you beneath him, of spreading your legs wide and burying himself in your warmth. He’s desperate to feel you around him, to watch your face twist with pleasure as he takes you, over and over again.

But even with all those thoughts swirling in his mind, one thing keeps echoing louder than the rest: the sheer power of this moment. The Queen, on her knees, sucking his cock like she’s wanted this as much as he has.

The thought sends another wave of heat through his body. He’s barely holding on, every moan, every stroke of your tongue pushing him closer to the edge. His breaths come faster, more ragged, his hips beginning to move on their own, thrusting gently into your mouth.

Before Jungkook can take control, you pull back, rising from the ground and denying him the release he craves with a teasing smile. His frustrated groan fuels your confidence as you straddle him again, your knees resting on either side of his hips. Your fingers intertwine with his, and you guide both of his hands behind his head, locking your arms around his neck. His arms cross behind him, muscles flexing as he fights to keep himself in check.

The intensity in his eyes is undeniable — burning with desire, frustration, and the raw need to touch you, yet restrained by the control you've taken. Every part of him is taut, his body tense beneath you, waiting, aching for your next move. His gaze never wavers, fixed on you with an almost desperate longing, as if the anticipation alone could undo him.

You lean in slowly, planting a soft kiss on his lips, then another on his cheek, your breath brushing his skin. His chest rises and falls against yours, the heat between you both building to a near unbearable height. Then, lips grazing his ear, you whisper in a low, sultry voice, “I want you to fuck me the way a Queen should be fucked.”

Your words send a shudder through him, his body reacting instantly to your challenge. The restraint he’s been holding onto falters, his breathing turning ragged, his grip tightening slightly on your hands. The dominance of your demand ignites something primal in him, the heat in his gaze searing into you.

"Your Grace..." Jungkook murmurs, his voice deep and breathless, the title slipping out before he can stop it, laced with a mix of reverence and raw, uncontained desire. The slip into formality catches him off guard, as if he’s forgotten to leave the titles behind along with his armor. His jaw clenches, the tension in his body palpable as his control begins to fray at the edges. His eyes burn into yours, dark and hungry, as if your very presence has set him ablaze, and now, all he can do is watch helplessly as the flames consume him.

You feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding himself back, and you smirk, rolling your hips against him, letting the friction drive him further into madness. “Are you going to make me wait, or must I command you again?”

That’s all it takes. His resolve snaps. With a low, feral growl, Jungkook releases your hands and grabs you by the thighs, lifting you effortlessly in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised giggle, heart racing at how easily he’s carrying you across the room. His strength, his commanding presence — it’s intoxicating, making your body heat with anticipation.

With a mischievous grin, he throws you down onto the bed, your body bouncing softly against the mattress. Jungkook is on you in an instant, crawling over you with a predatory grace, his body looming above yours, eyes dark and filled with intent. His hands press into the mattress on either side of you, caging you beneath him. The weight of him, the way his muscles ripple as he moves, has your breath catching in your throat.

His lips hover just inches from yours, teasing, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, “I’ll show you exactly how my Queen should be fucked.”

There’s a rough edge to his voice now, one that sends shivers down your spine. His hands trail down your sides, fingers curling around the fabric of your dress, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. He takes a moment to admire the sight of you beneath him, his gaze smoldering as he drinks in every inch of your bare skin.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Jungkook’s lips descend to your neck, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat, your collarbone, and lower still, as his hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place. His touch is everywhere — greedy, relentless — stoking the fire that’s been building between you all night.

As his mouth moves lower, a soft moan escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively toward him, craving more. And just when you think you can’t take any more teasing, he pulls back, hovering above you once more, eyes dark with lust and promise.

Jungkook pulls off his tunic, standing before you, fully bare. His gaze is unwavering, filled with awe and raw desire as he drinks in the sight of you, every inch of your body drawing him in with quiet reverence. The heat of his stare is palpable, his lips parting slightly as his eyes travel from your breasts down to your stomach, pausing at the faint stretch marks left behind by your children.

There’s no shame in his gaze, only admiration — those marks are a testament to your strength, the life you’ve brought into the world. His hand reaches out, hesitating for just a second before brushing over your skin, tracing the delicate lines with his fingertips, as if memorizing every detail. His touch is tender, contrasting the heat in his eyes, and the reverence in his expression makes your heart swell.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice hushed but filled with sincerity, almost as though he's speaking to himself. The way he looks at you makes your heart swell. There’s no hesitation in his gaze, no second thoughts — just pure admiration.

You can’t help but smile. Despite being nearly bare beneath him, you don’t feel vulnerable. You feel cherished, worshipped even, as if this wasn’t the first time he’s seen you like this. There’s a sense of ease between you, as if his presence was always meant to be like this — intimate and without fear.

Jungkook leans in closer, his lips trailing down to your hip bone, placing a soft, lingering kiss there. The sensation is both grounding and electrifying, sending a shiver through your body. You glance down, meeting his gaze — intense and burning with desire, the kind of look that makes your heart race and your breath falter. In that moment, you can feel the fire behind his eyes, as if the world has fallen away and you're the only thing that matters.

Without breaking the connection, he lowers himself further, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The kiss is soft, reverent, but full of promise, inching closer to the place where you crave his touch the most. Your breath catches in your throat, anticipation thick in the air, when he finally leans forward and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your pussy through your soaking wet underwear.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips at the sudden contact, and instinctively, you lift your leg, gently pressing your foot against his shoulder to stop him from going further. His eyes flash with surprise, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in them as he looks up at you, waiting for your command.

“Maybe another time,” you murmur, your voice breathless but firm. “I want your cock.”

Your words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation, and Jungkook’s expression shifts, darkening with pure lust. He gives a low growl of approval, his hands gripping your thighs a little tighter as he quickly moves back up your body.

Jungkook wastes no time, his hands quick but careful as he pulls off your last piece of clothing and positions himself between your legs. His cock, already hard and slick with anticipation, brushes against your entrance, the warmth of him sending a ripple of electricity through your body. You can feel the tension in his muscles, every inch of him taut with restraint as he fights the urge to simply take you. He wants this moment to be more than just a rush of desire.

With a slow, deliberate nudge of his hips, he presses the tip of his cock against your core, the sensation both tantalizing and overwhelming. Your body reacts immediately, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he teases your entrance, the heat between you intensifying. His eyes are locked on yours, as if he’s savoring every second before fully sinking into you.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer, urging him to give you exactly what you’ve been yearning for. His lips crash onto yours in a heated kiss, the moment charged with raw, unspoken passion as he finally pushes into you.

“Oh Gods,” you moan, your back arching off the bed as the sudden stretch overwhelms you. Jungkook fills you completely, every inch of him pressing into you, making your breath hitch as your body adjusts to the delicious pressure. His movements slow for a moment, letting you feel every bit of him, the weight of his body grounding you as the heat between your legs spreads throughout your entire body.

Jungkook’s forehead drops to yours, his breathing ragged as he holds himself still, giving you a moment to adjust. "You feel so perfect," he groans, his voice thick with restraint. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips as though he needs to hold onto something to keep himself from losing control completely.

Your fingers slide up his back, nails grazing his skin as you tug him closer, desperate for more. "Move," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I need you."

That’s all it takes.

With a low growl, Jungkook begins to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, the sensation sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. Each movement is deliberate, deep, and measured. Your moans mix with his breathless grunts, filling the room with the sounds of your shared desire.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His pace quickens, and soon, he’s moving faster, harder, the rhythm building as the pleasure between you grows. Each thrust drives you closer to the edge, your moans growing louder, more desperate as you cling to him, completely lost in the moment.

Jungkook’s lips find your neck, peppering kisses along your skin between ragged breaths. “You feel so good… so fucking good,” he pants, his hips snapping against yours with growing urgency.

Your hands tangle in his hair, your body responding to his with a need that’s been simmering for so long, now finally unleashed. "Don’t stop," you moan, your voice shaky as the heat within you builds to a breaking point.

Jungkook’s thrusts become erratic, his breath hot against your ear. "Don’t think I can stop," he chuckles, his words sending a shiver through you just as the first waves of release begin to crash over you.

You kiss him eagerly, teeth grazing his bottom lip before tugging at it playfully. Jungkook groans into your mouth, his hips stuttering for a moment at the sensation. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more heated as your hands pull him closer, your nails digging into his back.

He responds in kind, his lips crashing back onto yours, the intensity of his kiss matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He bites gently on your bottom lip in return, making you gasp into his mouth, your bodies completely in sync as the pleasure mounts between you.

Your kiss is a frenzy of passion, tongues dancing, breaths mingling, as every movement pulls you closer to the edge. You tug harder at his lip, and he growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips and sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins.

Jungkook’s pace becomes relentless, his control slipping as he loses himself in you. “The day of the Kingsguard posting,” he starts breathlessly, his voice low and rough as he thrusts into you. “When you walked onto the balcony… I saw you. Thought you were so pretty. So, so pretty.”

His words, spoken between ragged breaths, send a shiver down your spine, making you arch closer into him. You gasp, your hands clutching onto his shoulders as his confession wraps around you like a heated secret. The intensity in his eyes as he speaks, as he moves inside you, is overwhelming — his vulnerability laid bare, a part of himself he’s never shared with anyone else.

“I shouldn’t have thought it,” he continues, his voice thick with desire and restraint as his pace quickens, “but I couldn’t help it. I wanted you from that moment.”

You feel your heart pound in your chest, not just from the pleasure but from his raw honesty. Your lips part, but no words come out, only breathless moans as he pushes you closer to the edge. His hands tighten on your waist, his lips brushing your ear.

“I never thought I’d have you like this,” he whispers, his voice rough with awe and hunger, each word laced with the weight of unspoken desire. “But now that I do… I’m never letting go.”

His confession wraps around you, sending a shiver through your body as his movements become more intense. The passion in his eyes, the way his body presses into yours, has you spiraling, lost in the heat between you.

You raise a trembling hand, gently brushing his hair back, your fingertips lingering against his skin. “I’m yours,” you breathe, the words slipping from your lips like a vow.

The way his eyes darken, the way his grip tightens on you, tells you he’s heard it loud and clear. And in this moment, you know he’ll hold onto that promise as tightly as he holds onto you.

He laughs out a moan at this. His pace quickens, his thrusts deeper, harder, each one sending you spiraling further. Your moans mix with his, filling the room, the sound of skin against skin only adding to the fire between you. His hands roam your body, memorizing every curve, every inch of you like it’s the last time.

“I’m so close,” he whispers, his voice strained, his body trembling as he fights for control. His forehead presses against yours again, his eyes searching yours, desperate, as if he’s asking for permission to lose himself in you.

You nod, your own release building, teetering on the edge. “Cum with me,” you breathe, your voice shaky, your heart pounding in your chest. “Please.”

With a few more deep, powerful thrusts, you feel Jungkook’s body tense as he releases into you, a low groan escaping his lips. The sensation triggers your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing through you as your body tightens around him. You gasp, arching against him, your hands clutching at his back as you ride out the overwhelming sensations together.

His name tumbles from your lips in a soft moan, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, the world outside fades — it's just the two of you, tangled together, hearts pounding in sync, as you both come down from your highs.

He doesn’t move right away, his weight still pressed against you, his hands tracing slow, soothing circles on your hips as he catches his breath. You can feel his heart beating wildly against your chest, a silent reminder of the intensity you just shared.

Finally, Jungkook picks his head up from your chest, his dark eyes soft as they meet yours. He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, just because he finally can. It feels different now, with no hesitation between you, just pure connection. After pulling away, he shifts to lay beside you, pulling you against his chest, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

You lie there in comfortable silence for a while, both of you catching your breaths, the calm after the storm. Jungkook’s fingers absentmindedly trace shapes on your back, lulling you into a peaceful haze. But then, he breaks the quiet with a teasing tone.

“Did I exceed your expectations, my Queen?” His voice is low and playful, a soft chuckle escaping him.

You laugh, swatting his chest lightly. “Arrogant, are we?”

But you don’t let him respond. Instead, you sit up, straddling his waist once again, your grin mischievous as you lean down to kiss him, deeper this time, your lips lingering against his.

“Might need to go again to give you a wholehearted answer,” you say with a smirk, looking down at the man who looks far too comfortable in your bed — a man who, by all means, shouldn’t be here.

His eyes widen for a moment before a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, matching your energy. He chuckles, his hands gripping your waist firmly, his desire evident.

Jungkook knew that once the children were tucked safely into bed, these sneaky nights with you would be his favorite part of the day — full of far more excitement than he’d ever imagined.

The days stretched on like endless hourglasses, the sand moving far too slowly. Every moment of the daylight hours was consumed by anticipation, the constant pull of wanting the sun to sink and the moon to rise. It was during the night, when Jungkook would slip quietly into your chamber, that the world finally felt right.

Whether it was tangled sheets, quiet conversations, soft laughter, or simply lying in each other’s arms, those moments with him were the highlight of your days — only second to the joy of your children’s smiles, of course. But with Jungkook, time seemed to bend, each night feeling like a stolen treasure that you cherished more with every passing hour.

As much as you despised the act of walking past Jungkook during the day, pretending he wasn't your lover at night, the thrilling game of trying not to get caught was undeniably fun.

The secret, the tension of it, had its own special allure. Yet, there were moments when the near misses took a more terrifying turn.

Like that one time.

You'd been soaking in a bath, the water warm and fragrant with bubbles, the steam swirling around you like a blanket of comfort. But Jungkook, always unpredictable, had snuck in without a sound. Before you could even protest, he was stripping himself bare, sliding into the tub with you, the sudden shift in water making a small splash as he settled in.

Laughter filled the room as water overflowed, but that quickly faded into a mix of heavy breaths, wet skin, and the sound of sloppy kisses. Jungkook's hands gripped your waist as he leaned back, his head resting against the tub's edge, eyes locked on you. Your hips moved in sync, the sound of water splashing and your soft moans combining with his groans, creating a rhythm that made your heart race.

Then, just as the heat between you both reached its peak, a knock at the door shattered the moment. It was so sudden and unexpected that Jungkook's hand shot up, covering your mouth before you could release a gasp, freezing you in place. Your breath caught, heart pounding in your chest.

"Your Grace, I have your warm towels," came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. The maid sounded so oblivious, so unaware of what was actually happening just beyond the wooden barrier.

Jungkook didn't move a muscle, still as stone, his hand resting over your lips as his eyes met yours with a mischievous glint. Slowly, he lifted his hand, urging you to speak.

"J- just leave them at the door," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heartbeat betrayed your calm facade. "I’ll grab them once I'm finished."

Jungkook stifled a chuckle, clearly finding the entire situation amusing as though it was nothing more than a joke to him. But you knew better. This was dangerous, reckless, and could cost both of you far more than just embarrassment.

"Very well, Your Grace," came the maid's voice, before the sound of her footsteps faded into the distance.

The moment she was gone, you slapped Jungkook's chest, eyes narrowed in mock fury. "We could've been caught," you said, your voice laced with both exasperation and something else — something darker, more thrilling. But the smile that tugged at your lips betrayed your feigned seriousness.

Jungkook grinned, his chest rising and falling with a quiet chuckle, as he pulled you back toward him, the playful tension still lingering in the air.

Because nights with Jungkook were always too short, he made sure to steal as many kisses and playful winks during the day as possible. The fleeting moments shared between you were like stolen treasures, hidden in plain sight.

Whenever the children finished their lessons, Jungkook was quick to position himself in front of the door to the next room they’d move into, knowing you'd soon follow, eager to check on them and hear about what they’d learned. Each time, like clockwork, you’d approach, ready to step past him, only for him to block your way with a teasing grin.

“Let me in,” you’d whine softly, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

He’d simply point to his cheek, signaling for a kiss as if he were making a royal decree. You’d roll your eyes but play along, leaning in. Just as your lips brushed his cheek, he’d turn his head swiftly, catching your kiss on his lips instead.

Your heart would race as you quickly pecked his lips once more, a mixture of thrill and worry filling you at the thought of someone walking down the corridor and catching you both. With a final flustered glance at him, you’d hurry into the chamber to join your children, trying to maintain your composure as you asked them about their day.

Meanwhile, Jungkook would stand tall outside the door, his expression serious, as though he was merely guarding the room. But the sparkle in his eyes and the lingering hint of a smile betrayed him, the playful mischief still present even as he forced himself to appear composed.

The only person who knew about your secret relationship with Jungkook was Atticus. You’d confided in him, and he had been overjoyed to learn he’d been right all along. He had always suspected something, but hearing it from you only fueled his excitement and pride at being in on the secret.

Jungkook’s devotion to you went far beyond his duty as a knight. On the surface, he played his role flawlessly, always by your side, always vigilant. To everyone else, he was simply your loyal protector, the ever watchful guard who would give his life without question. But beneath that armor, beneath the stern facade he wore in public, his loyalty ran much deeper.

He wasn’t just devoted to you as his Queen; he was devoted to you as the woman he loved, with a fierce, unshakable passion that transcended titles or obligations. Every time he stood by your side, it wasn’t just as your sworn knight but as the man who would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant loving you in secret for the rest of his life.

In the quiet moments, when the world wasn’t watching, his love shone through. The way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the way his fingers lingered just a moment longer when they brushed against yours, or the way his lips would curl into a faint smile when he caught you stealing glances at him. It was in the way he held you at night, after everyone else had gone to bed, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that spoke of a love so deep, words could never do it justice.

Jungkook didn’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. His devotion was in the small things, the quiet sacrifices, the way he protected you not just with his sword but with his heart. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word in the darkness was a testament to his unwavering loyalty — not to the crown, not to his duty, but to you.

And though the world might never see the depth of his devotion, you felt it every day. In the way he watched over you, in the way he shielded you from not only physical threats but from the weight of loneliness that sometimes crept in. He was your protector, not just in body but in spirit.

As the years passed, your secret love remained hidden, but his devotion never wavered. No matter the risks, no matter how many times you had to pretend in public that he was nothing more than a knight, Jungkook’s heart was yours, fully and completely.

In the end, it didn’t matter that the world would never know the truth. You knew. You saw the way he loved you, not just as a knight sworn to protect you but as a man devoted to your heart, forever bound to you in a way that went beyond duty or title.

And in that devotion, you found your peace. Because you knew, no matter what happened, Jungkook would always be by your side — not just as your protector but as your lover, your confidant, and the one person who truly understood the depths of your soul.

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This is part two of a 12-part series dedicated to helping you glow up using the wisdom of astrology. Each post dives into a different astrological house and how it influences your journey toward abundance, confidence, and personal transformation.

In this post, we’re focusing on the second house—the house of finances, self-worth, material gains, and personal values. The second house reveals how you build stability, align with your sense of value, and cultivate resources that support your goals. Glowing up your second house means strengthening your relationship with money, embracing your unique talents, and creating a material world that reflects your true worth and values.

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

When Aries rules the second house, your approach to wealth, self-worth, and material security takes on the bold, fiery, and action-oriented qualities of Mars, its ruling planet. The challenge and reward of an Aries second house lie in learning to wield your natural instinct for initiative and courage to cultivate stability and abundance. Here’s how to unlock the full potential of this placement through focused glow-up strategies.

Financial Stability: The Battle for Abundance

With Aries ruling your second house, your relationship with finances is fiery and dynamic. This house asks you to treat wealth-building as a battlefield where confidence, decisive action, and a readiness to take risks determine success. You’re not one to wait passively for opportunities—they’re yours to seize.

Mars as your ruler suggests that actively pursuing wealth will serve you better than passive or slow-building strategies. You thrive in high-energy environments—industries like entrepreneurship, sales, or leadership roles allow your daring nature to shine. However, the volatility of Mars also means you’re prone to financial impulsiveness, so temper this with foresight and discipline. Wealth, for you, is best accumulated through action that feels aligned with your personal passions. Whether it’s diving headfirst into an entrepreneurial venture or leading a bold project, you’ll find success when your efforts match the bravery and initiative of Aries energy.

The Mars influence also suggests a need for financial independence. Depending too heavily on others, even trusted partners, can stifle your natural drive. While collaboration is valuable, make sure you’re steering your own ship when it comes to material security.

Self-Worth: The Fire of Inner Confidence

The second house doesn’t just rule external wealth—it also governs the wealth you hold within, your sense of self-worth. With Aries here, your self-esteem grows from acting decisively and pursuing goals that test your courage. Mars challenges you to see yourself as a warrior, carving out your worth through action.

This placement calls for bold moves that affirm your value in the world. Ask for that raise, demand fair compensation, and avoid undervaluing yourself out of modesty. But more importantly, this house invites you to connect your self-worth to actions that align with your values. Mars teaches that confidence grows not from external validation but from fearless action taken in pursuit of your own ambitions.

One potential pitfall of Aries ruling this house is tying self-worth too closely to achievements or possessions. True self-value comes not just from what you own or accomplish but from the daring spirit with which you pursue life. Align your efforts with what you truly desire, and your sense of self-worth will naturally grow, rooted in authenticity rather than external measures.

Material Gains: Aries-Driven Possessions

Material gains in the Aries second house are often linked to action and adventure. The possessions you value most are those that enable your dynamic lifestyle. For you, material goods aren’t just trophies—they’re tools for empowerment, reflecting your ambitions and need for movement.

You may find yourself drawn to bold, high-performance items: sleek vehicles, cutting-edge tech, or gear that supports physical activity and exploration. Mars’ influence suggests a love of possessions that carry a sense of power, such as leather jackets, quality watches, or items that are symbolic of strength and vitality. Aries energy isn’t about hoarding—it’s about owning fewer, high-impact pieces that represent who you are.

Your relationship with material goods also reflects your passion for immediate gratification, so it’s essential to cultivate mindfulness when making purchases. Ask yourself: Does this serve my long-term goals, or is it a fleeting desire? When your material possessions align with your values and ambitions, they become more than objects—they become allies in your journey.

Values: Aligning with Courage and Independence

The second house glow-up isn’t just about external wealth but about rooting your values in principles that feel authentically you. With Aries here, your values centre on independence, courage, and authenticity. You’re not interested in passive or outdated traditions—you’re here to carve your own path, guided by what feels true to your nature.

Mars encourages you to value action over words, passion over complacency. This can manifest as a preference for dynamic relationships, straightforward communication, and a disdain for anything that feels stagnant or inauthentic. Your glow-up comes when you identify what truly drives you and allow those values to guide your financial and material decisions. Pursue work and wealth in ways that empower your independence and reflect your fearlessness.

When you align with Aries’ courageous spirit, you bring fire to your material world. This house asks you to balance that fire with purpose and long-term vision. Mars wants you to fight for what matters, but the ultimate glow-up comes when you learn to channel that energy into a lasting legacy—something built not just on impulse but on passion and principle.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The second house governs financial stability, self-worth, material gains, and values, making it a natural domain for Taurus, the sign traditionally associated with this house. When Taurus rules your second house, your approach to these themes is grounded, patient, and rooted in a desire for comfort and security. Ruled by Venus, Taurus brings a deep connection to beauty, sensuality, and the tangible pleasures of life. Glowing up your Taurus second house is about creating sustainable wealth, cultivating unshakable self-worth, and surrounding yourself with material possessions that reflect your refined sense of value and purpose.

Financial Stability: The Art of Building and Sustaining Wealth

With Taurus ruling your second house, your financial glow-up requires a steady, methodical approach. Taurus thrives on consistency, and Venus encourages you to value quality over quantity when it comes to income sources and investments. Your best path to financial stability lies in cultivating wealth slowly but surely, avoiding the temptation of quick fixes or risky ventures.

Venus brings an innate understanding of value, making you naturally adept at recognising opportunities that promise long-term security. Your glow-up involves harnessing this gift by focusing on sustainable wealth-building strategies, such as long-term investments, property, or careers tied to tangible goods and aesthetics. Taurus energy is deeply connected to what can be seen and touched, so industries like design, beauty, agriculture, or real estate may align well with your chart.

Patience is your greatest financial asset, and discipline is your ally. While others may rush, your Taurus second house rewards consistency and careful planning. Creating a budget that reflects both practicality and indulgence ensures you’re building a financial life that feels both secure and fulfilling.

Self-Worth: Unshakable Confidence Rooted in Authenticity

The Taurus second house connects your self-worth to your ability to create and enjoy a stable, beautiful life. Venus encourages you to find confidence not in fleeting achievements but in the steady cultivation of a life that reflects your values. Your glow-up involves recognising that your worth is not tied to external validation but to your ability to honour yourself and your unique contributions.

Taurus here thrives when you feel grounded, so practices that connect you to your body and environment—like yoga, gardening, or simply taking time to enjoy nature—can help reinforce your sense of self-worth. Avoid the trap of measuring yourself against others; Taurus energy teaches that your value is inherent, like the steady growth of a tree or the beauty of a flower in bloom.

Venus also calls for you to indulge in self-love rituals that celebrate your uniqueness. Whether it’s investing in quality clothing, skincare, or experiences that nurture your soul, prioritise what makes you feel valued. The more you honour your own needs, the more others will recognise and respect your worth.

Material Gains: Curating a Life of Beauty and Purpose

Material possessions hold special significance in a Taurus second house. For you, abundance isn’t about excess—it’s about surrounding yourself with items that bring comfort, beauty, and joy. Your glow-up involves refining your relationship with material things, ensuring that they align with your values and contribute to your overall sense of harmony.

Taurus is ruled by Venus, the planet of beauty and pleasure, which means your material world should reflect your refined taste. You’re drawn to high-quality, timeless items: well-made furniture, luxurious fabrics, or artisanal goods. Your glow-up comes when you invest in possessions that stand the test of time and feel meaningful.

However, Taurus also teaches the value of restraint. While you appreciate luxury, it’s important to balance indulgence with practicality. Avoid accumulating for the sake of it and focus on curating a collection of possessions that truly resonate with your sense of purpose and identity.

Values: Building a Foundation of Beauty and Stability

The Taurus second house asks you to ground your values in what feels authentic, sustainable, and nourishing. Venus brings a deep connection to pleasure, but Taurus teaches that true satisfaction comes from cultivating a life of stability and harmony. Your glow-up involves aligning your financial and material pursuits with these principles.

You value consistency and reliability, and these traits should inform your decisions. Seek careers, investments, and relationships that bring a sense of peace and security rather than constant change or excitement. Taurus here also encourages you to prioritise beauty and creativity in your values. Whether it’s through art, music, or simple rituals like cooking or decorating, align your life with practices that inspire joy and gratitude.

Taurus energy thrives when life feels steady and abundant. Your ultimate glow-up comes when you live in alignment with your values, building a life that feels as luxurious and fulfilling on the inside as it looks on the outside.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Gemini ruling your second house, your approach to wealth and self-esteem is fluid, curious, and mentally engaging. Ruled by Mercury, the planet of communication and intellect, Gemini in this house thrives on versatility, adaptability, and a constant flow of ideas. Your glow-up here lies in embracing your intellectual strengths, diversifying your income, and aligning your material pursuits with values rooted in curiosity and creativity.

Financial Stability: Building Wealth Through Adaptability and Networking

With Gemini ruling the second house, financial stability comes through diversity and flexibility. Unlike more grounded signs, Gemini thrives when you keep your income streams dynamic. You’re not likely to stick with one monotonous job or rely on a single source of wealth—your glow-up involves exploring multiple opportunities, such as freelance work, consulting, or side hustles. Gemini’s innate adaptability means you can easily pivot when needed, making you highly resilient in the face of financial challenges.

Mercury’s influence suggests you have a natural talent for communication and intellectual pursuits. Careers in writing, marketing, teaching, sales, or technology may align well with your chart. To build financial stability, focus on sharpening your skills and staying informed about trends in your field—your ability to think quickly and stay ahead of the curve will ensure continued success.

One potential pitfall of this placement is a tendency toward financial restlessness or inconsistency. To glow up, pair your versatility with clear financial goals and systems that keep you accountable. Use apps or tools to track spending and savings, ensuring your adaptable nature doesn’t lead to scattered resources.

Self-Worth: Intelligence as the Root of Confidence

In a Gemini second house, self-worth is deeply tied to your intellect and communication skills. You feel most confident when you’re learning, teaching, or engaging in meaningful conversations. Your glow-up involves recognising the power of your mind and using it to shape your sense of self.

Mercury encourages you to constantly expand your knowledge, so investing in education, workshops, or skill-building activities is essential for reinforcing your self-esteem. Your worth isn’t determined by material possessions alone—it’s rooted in the versatility of your ideas and the connections you create through them.

However, Gemini energy can sometimes scatter, leading to a lack of focus. To truly glow up, work on grounding your intellectual energy. Regularly reflect on your achievements and articulate what you bring to the table. Your ability to adapt, learn quickly, and communicate effectively are invaluable assets that deserve acknowledgment, both from yourself and others.

Material Gains: A Curated Collection of Meaningful Items

Gemini in the second house thrives on variety and practicality when it comes to material possessions. You’re likely to favour items that stimulate your mind or serve a purpose rather than purely luxurious goods. Your glow-up involves curating a collection of possessions that reflect your intellectual curiosity and lively energy.

Books, gadgets, and tools that support communication—such as laptops, smartphones, or journals—often hold special significance for you. You may also value lightweight, portable items that align with your love of movement and exploration. Gemini energy isn’t about hoarding; you prefer to rotate and refresh your possessions frequently, keeping things exciting and relevant.

To glow up materially, focus on investing in items that enhance your adaptability and creativity. Avoid impulsive purchases that may feel exciting in the moment but lack lasting value. Instead, choose goods that inspire learning, productivity, or meaningful connection.

Values: Aligning with Curiosity and Connection

Your Gemini second house calls for values rooted in intellectual exploration, communication, and connection. Mercury inspires you to prioritise adaptability, quick thinking, and the free exchange of ideas. To glow up, ensure that your financial and material pursuits align with these principles.

You value relationships and information, often more than material wealth itself. Building abundance for you means investing in your network and fostering meaningful collaborations. Use your natural charm and wit to create opportunities through communication and connection.

Gemini energy also thrives on curiosity. Your glow-up involves embracing the idea that abundance comes from learning, growing, and sharing knowledge. Whether it’s exploring new career paths, taking classes, or diving into creative projects, your values should support your ever-evolving sense of curiosity.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Cancer ruling this house, your relationship with wealth is deeply tied to your emotions, intuition, and sense of security. Ruled by the Moon, Cancer energy thrives on nurturing what matters most, creating emotional and material stability, and aligning your resources with your heart’s desires. Your glow-up in the Cancer second house involves creating financial and personal abundance through emotional intelligence, mindful care, and meaningful connections.

Financial Stability: Nurturing Wealth with Emotional Connection

For Cancer second house individuals, financial stability comes from a sense of emotional security. You’re most effective at building wealth when you feel safe, supported, and connected to your goals on a personal level. Unlike other signs that may thrive on risk or bold moves, your path to financial growth is about steady, mindful progress. Your glow-up involves aligning your financial decisions with your emotional instincts and values.

Cancer’s Moon-ruled influence encourages you to focus on financial strategies that nurture both your resources and your sense of well-being. Family investments, property ownership, or savings plans tied to long-term security align beautifully with this energy. You might also excel in careers that involve caregiving, hospitality, or home-related industries, where your natural empathy and nurturing instincts can shine.

Be mindful of Cancer’s tendency toward emotional spending. To glow up financially, cultivate a budget or savings system that honours both your practical needs and your desire to indulge in comforts. Financial stability for you isn’t just about numbers—it’s about ensuring that your resources bring emotional peace and long-term security.

Self-Worth: Rooted in Emotional Strength and Nurturing

Cancer in the second house ties self-worth to your ability to nurture and protect what’s important to you. Your glow-up involves recognising that your value isn’t solely based on what you achieve or possess, but on the care, intuition, and emotional depth you bring to your life and relationships.

To cultivate self-worth, focus on developing emotional resilience. Cancer energy can sometimes waver with the cycles of the Moon, leaving you vulnerable to self-doubt. Ground yourself with practices like journaling, meditation, or rituals that help you reconnect with your inner strength. When you honour your emotions and the unique gifts you bring, your confidence naturally grows.

Your sense of worth also flourishes when you create a safe, nurturing environment for yourself. Invest in practices or items that make you feel emotionally secure—whether it’s setting boundaries in relationships, creating a cozy home space, or dedicating time to self-care routines that nourish your mind and body.

Material Gains: Building a Haven of Comfort and Care

Material possessions in a Cancer second house take on a sentimental quality. You value items not only for their function but also for the emotional connection they hold. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that feels like a sanctuary, reflecting your need for comfort, care, and emotional warmth.

You may be drawn to objects that remind you of family, heritage, or meaningful experiences—whether it’s a cherished heirloom, handcrafted decor, or cozy furnishings that evoke a sense of home. Cancer energy thrives on creating a nurturing environment, so possessions that contribute to your emotional well-being are key.

Be mindful of clinging to items that no longer serve you. While you may attach sentiment to your possessions, your glow-up involves learning to let go of things that don’t align with your current values or goals. Focus on surrounding yourself with items that genuinely bring joy, comfort, and a sense of belonging.

Values: Grounded in Care and Emotional Security

Your Cancer second house glow-up requires aligning your values with care, emotional authenticity, and long-term security. Ruled by the Moon, your values are deeply intuitive and tied to the ebb and flow of your emotions. To build abundance, focus on creating a foundation that nurtures both your material and emotional needs.

You value emotional connections and the well-being of those you love, often prioritising family and close relationships in your financial and material decisions. Your glow-up involves finding ways to balance your caring nature with your own needs. Invest in relationships and projects that feel mutually supportive, ensuring that your resources are spent in alignment with your personal values.

Cancer energy also thrives when life feels anchored and stable. Prioritise building a life that offers a sense of emotional and physical security, whether through creating a cozy home, establishing a savings cushion, or pursuing work that feels meaningful and fulfilling.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Leo ruling this house, your approach to abundance is vibrant, passionate, and deeply connected to your sense of pride and individuality. Ruled by the Sun, Leo in the second house thrives on creating a life of grandeur and joy, where financial success is tied to self-expression and recognition. Your glow-up in this area requires embracing your creative power, owning your worth unapologetically, and aligning your material world with your radiant sense of self.

Financial Stability: Wealth as a Reflection of Your Inner Light

With Leo ruling your second house, financial stability isn’t just about accumulating wealth—it’s about creating a financial life that reflects your personal brilliance. Ruled by the Sun, Leo thrives when your income streams are tied to your creativity, leadership, or the pursuit of your passions. Your glow-up involves connecting your finances to work that feels meaningful and allows you to shine.

You’re likely drawn to careers or ventures where your individuality and talents are front and centre, such as the arts, entertainment, public relations, entrepreneurship, or leadership roles. Wealth-building for you often requires stepping into the spotlight and taking ownership of your unique gifts. To truly glow up financially, focus on cultivating income sources that celebrate your talents and align with your passion for making an impact.

Be mindful of Leo’s tendency toward indulgence. While you naturally appreciate luxury and grand gestures, true financial glow-up comes when you balance your love for splurging with thoughtful saving and investing. Build a financial plan that allows for both indulgence and long-term stability—ensuring that your wealth supports your bold dreams without leaving you stretched thin.

Self-Worth: Owning Your Royal Value

In a Leo second house, self-worth is intrinsically tied to your confidence and ability to stand tall in your authenticity. Your glow-up here involves fully embracing your inherent value and recognising that your worth is not just in what you achieve but in who you are.

The Sun’s influence encourages you to radiate self-assurance. Practise affirmations that reinforce your sense of pride, such as, “I am worthy of abundance and recognition.” Take bold steps to assert your value in professional and personal settings, whether it’s asking for a raise, showcasing your talents, or stepping into a leadership role. The more you honour your own value, the more others will naturally reflect it back to you.

However, avoid the trap of basing your self-worth solely on external validation. True Leo glow-up requires cultivating an inner sense of pride and joy that isn’t reliant on applause. Celebrate yourself daily for simply being you, and your confidence will shine brighter than ever.

Material Gains: Surround Yourself with Luxurious Inspiration

For a Leo second house, material possessions aren’t just about utility—they’re about beauty, inspiration, and the joy they bring. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that feels as radiant and regal as you are.

You’re drawn to items that make a statement, whether it’s bold jewellery, designer clothing, elegant furniture, or artistic decor. However, your material glow-up isn’t about excess—it’s about choosing pieces that reflect your personality and elevate your environment. Focus on quality over quantity, investing in items that feel timeless and meaningful.

Leo also loves to share its abundance with others. Whether it’s hosting gatherings or giving thoughtful gifts, you find joy in using your material resources to create shared moments of warmth and connection. Balance your generosity with mindfulness, ensuring that your giving aligns with your financial goals.

Values: Bold, Authentic, and Purposeful

Your Leo second house asks you to align your values with bold self-expression, generosity, and the pursuit of joy. Ruled by the Sun, this placement thrives when your financial and material pursuits reflect your true passions and your desire to live a purposeful life.

You value creativity, leadership, and authenticity, and these principles should guide your decisions. Choose opportunities that allow you to shine and surround yourself with people and projects that celebrate your individuality. Your glow-up involves aligning your resources with these values, ensuring that your material world supports a life filled with passion and purpose.

At its highest expression, Leo energy in the second house inspires you to use your abundance to uplift and inspire others. Whether it’s through mentorship, creative contributions, or acts of kindness, your values shine brightest when your resources are used to make the world a more vibrant and joyful place.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Virgo ruling this house, your approach to abundance is rooted in practicality, precision, and purposeful growth. Ruled by Mercury, Virgo thrives on organisation, service, and the mastery of skills. To glow up your Virgo second house, you’ll need to focus on building financial stability through careful planning, cultivating self-worth by refining your talents, and aligning your material world with values of simplicity and utility.

Financial Stability: Building Wealth Through Discipline and Skill

Virgo in the second house suggests that your financial success is tied to your ability to plan, organise, and refine your approach. Your glow-up involves embracing the Virgoan traits of patience and diligence to create a stable and sustainable foundation for wealth.

You excel in careers or ventures where your analytical mind, attention to detail, and commitment to improvement are rewarded. Fields like health, education, writing, research, or craftsmanship align well with this placement. Your path to financial stability lies in honing a specific skill set or becoming an expert in a particular area. This specialisation allows you to offer value that others can’t easily replicate.

With Virgo’s influence, you’re naturally cautious about spending, preferring to save and invest carefully. While this is a strength, be mindful of overthinking or undervaluing opportunities. To glow up, trust your instincts when making decisions but avoid being overly critical or perfectionistic about your financial plans. Consistent, incremental growth is your key to abundance.

Self-Worth: Confidence Through Mastery and Service

Self-worth in a Virgo second house is deeply connected to your sense of purpose and contribution. Your glow-up requires recognising that your value isn’t just in what you do for others but in the unique skills and talents you bring to the table.

Mercury’s influence suggests that you find confidence in mastering your craft and refining your abilities. Focus on continuous self-improvement, whether it’s through professional development, acquiring new certifications, or enhancing your daily routines. As you become more skilled and knowledgeable, your sense of self-worth will naturally strengthen.

However, Virgo energy can sometimes lean toward self-criticism. To truly glow up, practise self-compassion and acknowledge your progress instead of fixating on perceived flaws. Celebrate the value of your precision, dedication, and problem-solving abilities—they’re what make you indispensable.

Material Gains: Functional and Meaningful Possessions

Material abundance in a Virgo second house is all about quality, functionality, and purpose. You’re drawn to items that are practical, well-made, and serve a specific purpose in your life. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that reflects simplicity and utility without sacrificing beauty.

Virgo energy thrives on organisation, so having a clean, clutter-free environment is essential. Invest in storage solutions, high-quality tools, or eco-friendly products that align with your values. Minimalism often appeals to this placement, as it allows you to focus on what truly matters rather than being weighed down by excess.

Be mindful of Virgo’s tendency to overanalyse purchases. While it’s wise to prioritise practicality, don’t deny yourself the occasional indulgence in items that bring joy or inspiration. Your material glow-up involves finding a balance between utility and comfort, ensuring that your possessions support both your goals and your well-being.

Values: Simplicity, Service, and Sustainability

With Virgo ruling your second house, your values are rooted in simplicity, service, and a desire to create order and improvement. To glow up, align your financial and material choices with these principles, ensuring that your actions reflect your dedication to purpose and practicality.

You value efficiency, responsibility, and making a meaningful contribution to the world. Whether it’s through work, relationships, or how you manage your resources, you thrive when your actions feel intentional and aligned with a greater good. Sustainability may also be a priority for you—investing in eco-friendly practices or products is a natural fit for Virgo energy.

Your ultimate glow-up comes when you embrace the idea that abundance doesn’t have to be extravagant. Instead, it’s about living a life that feels balanced, purposeful, and aligned with your personal definition of success.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Libra ruling this house, your approach to abundance is shaped by balance, harmony, and relationships. Ruled by Venus, Libra’s energy brings a refined sense of aesthetics, a desire for fairness, and a focus on cultivating beauty and connection. Your glow-up in the Libra second house involves creating financial stability through partnerships, elevating your self-worth by embracing grace and diplomacy, and aligning your material world with your refined values of elegance and balance.

Financial Stability: The Power of Collaboration and Aesthetic Appeal

Libra in the second house suggests that financial growth for you often comes through collaboration and interpersonal connections. Ruled by Venus, this placement encourages you to leverage your charm, diplomacy, and ability to build strong relationships to create wealth. Your glow-up involves seeking opportunities that allow you to work with others in harmonious, mutually beneficial ways.

Careers tied to beauty, design, fashion, art, law, or social networking align beautifully with Libra’s aesthetic and relational energy. Financial stability often comes when you channel your natural eye for refinement into creative or advisory roles that benefit from your balanced perspective. Collaborative ventures, partnerships, or roles where you can mediate and connect people can be especially lucrative.

However, Libra’s tendency to avoid conflict or decision-making can sometimes hinder progress. To glow up financially, focus on asserting yourself in negotiations and making firm choices about your financial goals. Trust your ability to balance intuition and logic, ensuring that your financial path feels aligned with both your head and heart.

Self-Worth: Finding Balance Through Grace and Inner Beauty

Self-worth in a Libra second house is intrinsically tied to how you value harmony, relationships, and your ability to create beauty in your life. Your glow-up requires recognising that your worth isn’t tied to external validation or approval but to your inner sense of balance and grace.

Ruled by Venus, this placement invites you to cultivate self-love and confidence by surrounding yourself with beauty and practising self-care. This might include indulging in routines that make you feel elegant, such as skincare rituals, stylish clothing, or artistic hobbies. When you honour yourself with the same care and attention you give to others, your confidence naturally flourishes.

Be mindful of Libra’s tendency to compare. Your glow-up involves letting go of the need to measure yourself against others and instead celebrating your unique ability to bring harmony and refinement to any situation. Your value lies in your innate ability to inspire balance, connection, and beauty wherever you go.

Material Gains: A Life of Elegance and Harmony

Material possessions in a Libra second house are often more than just objects—they are extensions of your refined taste and love of beauty. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that reflects your Venus-ruled aesthetic while balancing practicality and indulgence.

You’re naturally drawn to high-quality, tasteful items, such as art, fine jewellery, or elegant furniture. Libra energy thrives on symmetry and balance, so your possessions are likely carefully selected to create a harmonious environment. Your glow-up isn’t about excess but about choosing timeless pieces that resonate with your sense of style and serenity.

However, Libra’s focus on appearances can sometimes lead to overspending on superficial items. To glow up materially, ensure that your purchases align with your values and contribute to your long-term goals. Surround yourself with things that not only bring joy but also enhance the overall flow and balance of your life.

Values: Harmony, Beauty, and Connection

Your Libra second house glow-up requires aligning your values with the themes of beauty, fairness, and meaningful relationships. You’re drawn to experiences and possessions that create harmony and elevate your surroundings, and your ultimate abundance comes when you prioritise these principles in your decisions.

You value equality and connection, and this should guide your financial and material pursuits. Whether it’s negotiating fair terms in a business deal, supporting causes that promote justice, or investing in collaborative ventures, your glow-up involves ensuring that your actions reflect your ideals of balance and mutual benefit.

Venus also reminds you to prioritise joy and beauty. Abundance for you isn’t just about wealth—it’s about living a life that feels harmonious, elegant, and full of meaningful connections.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The second house governs finances, self-worth, material gains, and values, and with Scorpio ruling this house, your approach to abundance is intense, transformative, and deeply rooted in emotional and psychological power. Ruled by Mars and Pluto, Scorpio in the second house suggests that wealth and self-worth for you are tied to themes of resilience, regeneration, and uncovering hidden potential. Your glow-up in this area involves harnessing your natural resourcefulness, transforming your relationship with money and self-esteem, and aligning your material world with values of depth and authenticity.

Financial Stability: Transformative Wealth Building

With Scorpio ruling the second house, financial stability for you is rarely linear—it’s a process of transformation and empowerment. Mars and Pluto’s influence suggests that you are most successful when you approach wealth-building with focus, determination, and a willingness to face challenges head-on. Your glow-up involves embracing the idea that setbacks can be opportunities to rise stronger, with a deeper understanding of your financial potential.

Scorpio’s affinity for depth and investigation means you excel in fields tied to research, finance, psychology, or anything that requires uncovering hidden value. You may also find success in areas involving shared resources, such as investments, inheritance, or collaborations. Your ability to understand complex systems and see opportunities where others may not gives you a unique edge in building wealth.

To glow up financially, commit to long-term strategies and avoid quick fixes or impulsive decisions. Scorpio thrives on control, so learning to manage your resources with precision—whether through budgeting, investing, or debt reduction—can significantly enhance your financial stability. Use Pluto’s transformative energy to release old money habits that no longer serve you, replacing them with intentional practices that empower your future.

Self-Worth: Empowerment Through Inner Transformation

Self-worth in a Scorpio second house is deeply tied to emotional resilience and personal transformation. Your glow-up involves recognising that your value lies not in superficial achievements but in your ability to rise from challenges with strength and authenticity.

Scorpio teaches you to confront and heal any fears or insecurities around self-esteem. Journaling, therapy, or spiritual practices can help you dive deep into your subconscious and address limiting beliefs about your worth. As you work through these layers, you’ll discover an unshakable sense of confidence rooted in your ability to navigate life’s complexities.

Your glow-up also involves owning your power. Stop downplaying your talents or hiding your intensity for fear of being “too much.” Scorpio’s gift is its ability to go deep, and your self-worth flourishes when you channel that depth into meaningful pursuits. Embrace your mysterious and magnetic nature—it’s part of what makes you truly valuable.

Material Gains: Meaningful Possessions with Depth and Purpose

In a Scorpio second house, material possessions are less about surface-level luxury and more about meaning and transformation. You’re drawn to items that carry emotional weight or hidden value, such as vintage pieces, family heirlooms, or objects with a personal or symbolic connection.

Your glow-up involves curating a material world that reflects your depth and authenticity. Quality over quantity is key—Scorpio energy favours timeless, durable items that stand the test of time. Consider investing in assets that grow in value, such as real estate, precious metals, or art, which align with Scorpio’s transformative nature.

Be mindful of Scorpio’s tendency toward extremes. Avoid hoarding possessions out of emotional attachment or swinging between splurging and deprivation. Balance is essential. By consciously choosing items that enhance your environment and support your goals, you create a material world that feels empowering and aligned with your values.

Values: Authenticity, Depth, and Emotional Security

Your Scorpio second house calls for values rooted in authenticity, emotional depth, and personal empowerment. Ruled by Mars and Pluto, this placement encourages you to prioritise what truly matters over superficial gains. To glow up, align your financial and material pursuits with these principles, ensuring that your actions reflect your deeper sense of purpose.

Scorpio thrives on transformation, so your values should include the willingness to evolve and grow. Whether it’s releasing old attachments, healing past wounds, or embracing new opportunities, your glow-up involves trusting the process of change and recognising its role in your journey to abundance.

Emotional security is also key for Scorpio in the second house. Your ultimate glow-up comes when you create a life that feels financially stable and emotionally fulfilling, where your resources support your inner strength and sense of empowerment.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The second house governs financial stability, self-worth, material possessions, and values, and with Sagittarius ruling this house, your approach to abundance is expansive, optimistic, and adventurous. Ruled by Jupiter, the planet of growth and opportunity, Sagittarius in the second house suggests that your wealth and self-worth are tied to freedom, exploration, and the pursuit of knowledge. Your glow-up in this area involves embracing expansive financial strategies, cultivating a mindset of abundance, and aligning your material world with values of growth, adventure, and higher purpose.

Financial Stability: Expanding Horizons for Wealth

With Sagittarius in the second house, financial stability comes from embracing opportunities that allow for growth and exploration. Jupiter’s influence suggests that your path to abundance often involves taking risks, thinking big, and pursuing ventures that align with your passions and ideals. You thrive when you step out of your comfort zone, whether through international business, education, publishing, or entrepreneurial pursuits.

Your financial glow-up requires focusing on long-term strategies that align with your expansive vision. Sagittarius energy can sometimes lead to impulsive spending or scattered efforts, so developing a structured approach to saving and investing is key. Consider diversifying your income sources or exploring investments in areas that excite you, such as travel, education, or global markets.

Jupiter also encourages generosity, and you may find that giving—whether through philanthropy, mentorship, or sharing resources—creates a cycle of abundance. Just be mindful of overextending yourself financially. Balance your big-picture goals with practical steps to ensure sustainable wealth-building.

Self-Worth: Confidence Through Expansion and Optimism

Self-worth in a Sagittarius second house is deeply tied to your sense of freedom and ability to pursue your passions. Your glow-up involves recognising that your value comes from your adventurous spirit, intellectual curiosity, and willingness to embrace life’s possibilities.

Sagittarius thrives on learning and growth, so cultivating self-esteem involves investing in experiences that expand your horizons. This might mean pursuing higher education, traveling to new places, or diving into philosophical or spiritual practices that resonate with you. Each step you take toward broadening your perspective reinforces your sense of self-worth.

However, Sagittarius can sometimes tie self-worth to external achievements or the approval of others. To truly glow up, focus on internal validation. Trust that your value isn’t just in what you achieve but in your ability to inspire, explore, and bring optimism to everything you do.

Material Gains: Living Big and Bold

Material possessions in a Sagittarius second house are tied to your love of adventure and freedom. You’re drawn to items that represent experiences, learning, or the world at large—think travel gear, books, or souvenirs from far-flung places. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that reflects your expansive and adventurous energy.

Sagittarius energy isn’t about accumulating for the sake of it; it’s about owning items that support your journey. A well-loved backpack, a library of inspirational books, or tools for creative exploration may hold more value to you than traditional luxury items. However, Jupiter’s influence can sometimes lead to overindulgence or impractical purchases, so it’s essential to balance your desires with thoughtful planning.

Invest in possessions that align with your passions and provide lasting value. Whether it’s gear for outdoor adventures, a high-quality laptop for travel writing, or a meaningful piece of art, focus on items that bring joy and support your goals.

Values: Freedom, Growth, and Exploration

Your Sagittarius second house calls for values rooted in freedom, personal growth, and the pursuit of knowledge. Ruled by Jupiter, this placement encourages you to prioritise opportunities for expansion and align your financial and material decisions with your higher ideals.

You value experiences over possessions, and your ultimate glow-up involves creating a life where your resources support your ability to explore and learn. Whether it’s saving for travel, investing in education, or building a career that allows for flexibility, your financial and material world should reflect your love for growth and adventure.

Generosity is another key value for Sagittarius in the second house. Sharing your resources—whether through mentorship, charity, or collaboration—reinforces your sense of abundance and creates a positive flow of energy. At the same time, ensure you’re prioritising your own needs to maintain balance.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The second house governs financial stability, self-worth, material possessions, and values, making it a natural domain for Capricorn's steady, disciplined, and ambitious energy. Ruled by Saturn, Capricorn in the second house brings a focus on long-term success, resilience, and creating a foundation of lasting value. Your glow-up in this area involves mastering financial discipline, building unshakable self-worth through achievement, and aligning your material world with values of responsibility, purpose, and legacy.

Financial Stability: Building Wealth with Patience and Purpose

With Capricorn ruling your second house, financial stability is a gradual process, built through hard work, discipline, and strategic planning. Ruled by Saturn, this placement emphasises the importance of structure and delayed gratification in your approach to wealth. Your glow-up involves creating a financial plan that prioritises long-term goals over immediate rewards.

Capricorn thrives in fields that require expertise, responsibility, and leadership. Careers in finance, management, government, engineering, or any role that involves building or sustaining systems align well with this energy. To elevate your financial stability, focus on steady growth—invest in retirement plans, savings accounts, or property that appreciates over time.

Saturn’s influence can sometimes bring fear of financial insecurity. To glow up, shift your mindset from scarcity to abundance by recognising the value of your efforts. Avoid taking shortcuts or risky ventures that promise quick wealth, as Capricorn thrives on strategies that withstand the test of time. Embrace patience as a key to your financial success.

Self-Worth: Confidence Through Achievement and Integrity

Self-worth in a Capricorn second house is deeply tied to your sense of achievement and your ability to build something meaningful. Your glow-up involves recognising that your value isn’t just in what you accomplish but in the integrity and resilience you demonstrate along the way.

Capricorn encourages you to find confidence through discipline and mastery. Set clear goals for personal and professional growth, and celebrate your progress, even if it’s incremental. Building confidence doesn’t have to come from monumental achievements—consistently showing up and honouring your commitments is just as powerful.

However, Saturn can sometimes bring self-doubt or a tendency to overwork in pursuit of validation. To truly glow up, practise self-compassion and acknowledge your intrinsic worth, separate from external accomplishments. Focus on aligning your actions with your long-term values and honouring your unique journey.

Material Gains: Quality and Longevity Over Quantity

Material possessions in a Capricorn second house are less about indulgence and more about durability, quality, and practicality. You value items that serve a purpose, stand the test of time, and reflect your ambition and professionalism.

Your glow-up involves curating a material world that supports your goals and reinforces your sense of stability. Think timeless clothing pieces, high-quality tools or equipment, and investments in property or goods that appreciate in value. Capricorn energy is drawn to items that represent success, such as a tailored suit, a reliable vehicle, or a well-organised workspace.

While you may lean toward frugality, don’t deny yourself small indulgences that celebrate your achievements. Rewarding yourself for hard work reinforces a positive relationship with wealth. Balance practicality with moments of enjoyment to ensure your material world feels both functional and fulfilling.

Values: Responsibility, Legacy, and Perseverance

Your Capricorn second house glow-up requires aligning your values with responsibility, legacy, and a commitment to long-term success. Saturn asks you to prioritise what truly matters, focusing on actions and investments that create lasting impact.

You value discipline, hard work, and reliability, and these principles should guide your financial and material decisions. Whether it’s pursuing a career that allows you to make a tangible difference or building a legacy for future generations, your glow-up involves connecting your efforts to a larger purpose.

Capricorn also teaches the value of resilience. Challenges and setbacks may come, but your ability to persevere and adapt ensures your ultimate success. Aligning your financial goals with a sense of mission and integrity brings not only abundance but also deep personal satisfaction.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Aquarius ruling this house, your approach to abundance is innovative, unconventional, and rooted in ideals of progress and collective benefit. Ruled by Saturn and Uranus, Aquarius in the second house brings a dual energy of structure and rebellion, making your wealth-building journey unique and often ahead of its time. Your glow-up in this area involves embracing innovative financial strategies, aligning your self-worth with your individuality, and curating a material world that reflects your futuristic and humanitarian values.

Financial Stability: Innovation Meets Purpose

With Aquarius ruling the second house, financial stability comes through unconventional and forward-thinking approaches. Ruled by Uranus, this placement encourages you to think outside the box when it comes to wealth-building. You’re drawn to careers or ventures tied to technology, social progress, or cutting-edge industries. Entrepreneurship, roles in science or tech, or innovative business models like freelancing or start-ups can align beautifully with this energy.

Aquarius thrives on networking and collaboration, so your financial glow-up often involves building connections with like-minded individuals or being part of a collective effort. Group investments, crowdfunding, or even working in cooperative settings can amplify your resources. However, Saturn’s influence reminds you to maintain a structured plan amidst your innovative ideas. Balancing creative strategies with financial discipline ensures that your wealth-building efforts are sustainable.

One potential challenge of this placement is inconsistency or an aversion to traditional financial systems. To glow up, find ways to work within established frameworks while still pursuing your unconventional ideas. Tools like budgeting apps or automated savings plans can help you stay on track without stifling your free-spirited nature.

Self-Worth: Confidence in Your Uniqueness

Self-worth in an Aquarius second house is deeply tied to your individuality and your ability to contribute to something larger than yourself. Your glow-up involves recognising that your value lies not in fitting into societal norms but in your unique perspective and capacity to innovate.

Aquarius encourages you to build confidence by embracing your eccentricities and focusing on intellectual or creative pursuits. Whether it’s mastering a skill, exploring a niche interest, or championing a cause, your self-worth grows when you honour your authentic self. Trust in your ability to lead and inspire others through your originality.

However, Aquarius can sometimes detach emotionally, leading to a sense of isolation or undervaluation. To truly glow up, reconnect with your personal values and what makes you feel fulfilled. Ground your self-worth in both your individuality and your ability to connect meaningfully with others.

Material Gains: A Futuristic and Functional Approach

Material possessions in an Aquarius second house are often linked to technology, progress, or utility. You value items that serve a purpose, enhance your intellectual pursuits, or align with your ideals. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that reflects your love of innovation and individuality.

You may be drawn to gadgets, eco-friendly products, or minimalist designs that emphasise function over extravagance. Aquarius energy often favours cutting-edge tools—think smart devices, renewable energy solutions, or futuristic decor. Possessions that align with your vision for the future or support your creative and intellectual growth are particularly meaningful.

Be mindful of impulsive purchases driven by trends or a desire for novelty. To glow up, focus on acquiring items that have lasting value and resonate with your principles. Balancing your desire for progress with practical considerations ensures that your material world remains sustainable and aligned with your goals.

Values: Innovation, Progress, and Collective Good

Your Aquarius second house calls for values rooted in innovation, social progress, and the collective good. Ruled by Saturn and Uranus, this placement encourages you to align your financial and material pursuits with ideals that go beyond personal gain.

You thrive when your actions contribute to a larger purpose, whether it’s through supporting humanitarian causes, advocating for sustainability, or creating systems that benefit your community. Your glow-up involves ensuring that your financial goals align with these values, creating a sense of purpose and fulfilment in your material pursuits.

At its highest expression, Aquarius energy in the second house inspires you to use your resources to drive change. Whether it’s investing in groundbreaking technologies, supporting social movements, or mentoring others, your values shine brightest when your wealth serves as a tool for progress and collective upliftment.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

With Pisces ruling this house, your relationship with wealth and self-esteem is intuitive, compassionate, and deeply tied to your spiritual and emotional world. Ruled by Jupiter and Neptune, Pisces in the second house brings an energy of imagination, faith, and creativity to your pursuit of abundance. Your glow-up in this area involves trusting your intuition in financial matters, cultivating self-worth through connection and creativity, and aligning your material world with values of compassion, beauty, and spiritual meaning.

Financial Stability: Trusting Intuition and Creative Flow

With Pisces ruling the second house, your financial glow-up begins with embracing your intuition and imaginative nature. You may not follow a traditional path to wealth, as your financial success often comes through creative, artistic, or spiritual pursuits. Careers in the arts, healing professions, or work tied to compassion and service align well with this placement.

Jupiter’s expansive influence suggests that opportunities often come to you when you trust in the flow of life. This doesn’t mean abandoning structure entirely—balancing intuitive decision-making with practical steps is key. Neptune’s influence can sometimes blur boundaries, leading to financial confusion or over-idealism, so it’s important to ground your dreams in reality. Seek financial advice or tools that help clarify your goals without stifling your imaginative nature.

To glow up financially, focus on monetising your creative talents or intuitive gifts. Whether it’s through writing, music, design, or holistic practices, your wealth-building journey thrives when you align your resources with a deeper sense of purpose.

Self-Worth: Embracing Your Compassionate and Creative Nature

Self-worth in a Pisces second house is deeply tied to your ability to connect with others and your spiritual and creative gifts. Your glow-up involves recognising that your value isn’t based on material success alone but on your capacity to inspire and uplift those around you.

Pisces encourages you to build confidence through acts of compassion and creativity. Dedicate time to projects or practices that feed your soul, whether it’s volunteering, creating art, or exploring your spirituality. These pursuits remind you of your inherent value, separate from external validation.

However, Neptune’s influence can sometimes lead to self-doubt or a tendency to undervalue your contributions. To truly glow up, set boundaries that protect your energy and prioritise self-care. Honour your sensitivity as a strength, not a weakness, and surround yourself with people who appreciate and respect your unique gifts.

Material Gains: A World of Beauty and Meaning

In a Pisces second house, material possessions often hold emotional or spiritual significance. You’re drawn to items that evoke beauty, creativity, or a sense of wonder. Your glow-up involves curating a material world that reflects your connection to the ethereal and inspires your imagination.

You may be particularly drawn to artistic objects, symbolic items, or things that bring comfort and peace, such as candles, soft textiles, or water-inspired decor. Pisces energy isn’t about accumulation—it’s about creating an environment that nourishes your soul. Invest in items that spark joy and align with your values, avoiding clutter or possessions that drain your energy.

Be mindful of Neptune’s tendency to blur practicality with fantasy. While you may feel tempted to overspend on idealistic or escapist pursuits, grounding your material choices in long-term goals ensures your possessions contribute meaningfully to your life.

Values: Compassion, Creativity, and Spiritual Connection

Your Pisces second house calls for values rooted in compassion, creativity, and a sense of spiritual connection. Jupiter and Neptune encourage you to prioritise a life that feels meaningful, even if it doesn’t align with traditional definitions of success.

You value experiences and connections that uplift and inspire, and your financial and material pursuits should reflect this. Your glow-up involves aligning your resources with your ideals, whether it’s through supporting charitable causes, investing in creative projects, or cultivating a lifestyle that feels peaceful and aligned with your inner world.

Pisces energy also thrives when life feels spiritually fulfilling. Incorporating practices like meditation, journaling, or rituals into your routine helps you stay connected to your values and ensures your decisions remain aligned with your higher self.

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The thing abt john winchester is that he is too complex for the majority of the spn fandom and for a good portion of the writers on the show too.

Because at his core john is about love over everything else. When he looks up at his sons (yes, up, the fact that they’re both taller than him>>>>>), there is love seeping achingly from every single pore of his being even as he abuses them, as he destroys their souls beyond belief. He does it all entirely out of love. And he is so, so wrong for it. A part of him knows it. But he wants to keep dean alive, and he wants to keep Sam pure. And he loves them so much. And he damages them so horribly. John Winchester is the foundation upon which they are both built, they only become more of what he made them as the series goes on. Sam stops fighting it, Dean continues to mold into his image no matter how hard he tries to fight it.

Hell puts them both on steroids, but their individual trauma responses that influence this are the foundations that John built into them. No wonder azazel wanted sam to win so badly. John Winchester crafted his sons into alastair and Lucifer’s ideal victims, respectively, and dean was a better (worse) john than John ever was. John held out in hell. Dean acquiesced to his abuser despite all of his efforts to fight him, and he’s never been the same since.

Sam fought like hell, and he fought destiny, but at his core, he did what John always wanted him to by doing what dean wanted him to do, and then he stops fighting at all, loses the fire he showed john in adolescence that john immediately notices when he returns in s14.

And the sad thing is. They filled their roles so well that John is saddened by what they’ve become. He didn’t want dean to break. He didn’t want Sam to be dimmed. He’s sad to see what Sam is like in s14. In the process of recovering his wife, he ensured he would mold his sons into what he wanted them to be, and when he got what he wanted, he was devastated.

John Winchester is so driven by love and grief and he’s so filled to the brim with both that it’s painful to watch him on screen because he destroyed his family because of it. And he wanted this all along but he didn’t realize what he’d have to give up to get it.

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pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 8

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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જ⁀➴✎ ❛❛Y/N's POV❞

The funny thing about catching feelings is that you never know when the walk becomes a stroll, then a jog, and eventually turns into what seems like a never-ending chase.

It’s a flurry of emotions, each step more fervent than the last. At first, you might think it’s just a casual stroll—something light and easy, just taking in the sights and sounds. But then, it evolves into a leisurely walk, where you find yourself more invested, more attentive to the nuances of the path you’re on.

As you get more involved, the pace quickens, and suddenly, what was once a gentle amble has turned into a brisk jog. Your heart starts to race, and every moment feels charged with potential and possibility. The thrill of the chase sets in; you’re no longer just moving along the path but running towards something that feels both exhilarating and daunting.

And just when you think you’ve reached the peak of intensity, the chase turns into a marathon. The emotions swirl around you like a storm, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes overwhelming. It’s as if you’re in a never-ending pursuit, where every stride is driven by hope, fear, and anticipation. It’s a whirlwind of highs and lows, where the finish line seems perpetually just out of reach.

The moment I truly felt my peak of intensity was the moment that I landed in Nice, France, ready to embark towards my ultimate destiny: Being the ultimate Monacan WAG. If you truly believed that last statement, dear reader, I must call you gullible.

Anyhow, the Nice Côte d'Azur Airport had welcomed me with open arms, giving me the twenty kilometer leeway of relief before I was due in the beautiful Principality of Monaco.

And don't get me wrong, but I was scared.

The facade that I put up everyday on stream, on social media, was only a fraction of who I really was. I was left wondering to myself in the hours leading up to meeting Max, "Would he really like me for who I was? What if this was one humongous joke I was apart of, and I was doomed to be the laughingstock?"

Arriving in Monaco, surrounded by its opulence and charm, only heightened my feelings of vulnerability. The grandeur of the setting made my personal fears feel even more pronounced. Would the real me, with all my imperfections and uncertainties, measure up to the expectations set by the facade I had carefully crafted online?

To be put simply, I was only a girl. And I really, really, really hoped that multimillionaire Dutch Formula One racer Max Emilian Verstappen would take pleasure in meeting me.

I had texted Max how I should meet with him, nonchalantly, of course. But on the inside, my palms were sweaty. I was nervous. In person, I wouldn't say I was the best flirt. I was more like that one twelve year old boy at the pool trying to impress a friend group of sixteen year old girls.

I fumbled on my words. I tripped. I missed. I blushed. I ran. I wept about my mistakes, and kept thinking what the absolute fuck did I just say? Why did that just come out of my mouth? I am stupid. I am so stupid.

Simply put, I didn't have much rizz.

Honestly, if I could headbutt myself, I definitely would. I had set myself up for utmost failure for acting like a confident prick, over text, over stream, and over Twitter. I acted like I had it all together, but in reality, if a tall, handsome guy were to actually approach me, you’d see me stumbling over my words and turning into a nervous wreck.

It was pathetic, really.

And oh my gosh, dear reader, if you had seen the look on my face when I had Googled Max Verstappen for the first time...

It was shameful, I will admit.

Learning that he stood six inches above me at his 5'11" stature... I was blushing in the comforting shadows of my bedroom, fearfully gripping my phone, as if Max himself was going to suddenly appear in my room and catch me red-handed, shamelessly watching edits of him.

Hiding under the covers at two am before a long day at work, and pondering if his big, big, bicep muscles from holding a steering wheel all day could eventually hold me in his comforting grasp. Daydreaming, in the middle of meetings with high-end game-development executives, if I could sudden run into his chest and have him hug me until I couldn't breath. Wondering, if I could sit on his thighs one day, and using his veiny hands, he could hold me by my waist and his steamy breath talk into my ear.

Yeah, I get no bitches and I'm horny.

It's pretty obvious to y'all at this point. Don't be a mean girl and judge, though.

And with all of these thoughts, I am not afraid to think them. In the shower, making dinner, watching him race...But it was all put in perspective when I stood outside of his apartment door, waiting for him to let me into his home.

It felt private. Intimate. Different, than all the displays of affection and joyous laughter we shared with the public.

But now I was in the comfort of his home. No prying cameras (at least I hoped that there were no hidden cameras), away from the never-ending watchful eye of the public.

The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. They were a piercing, greenish, blueish, grayish color—a mix of the sea and comets, a blend of colors I couldn't quite put my finger on.

It was like they held the depth of the ocean, the intensity of a storm, and the mystery of the cosmos all at once. In the soft light of the doorway, they seemed almost otherworldly, drawing me in with their enigmatic allure.

Many people online had said that these eyes were constantly hardened, a result of years spent racing under intense pressure, dealing with tough words from his father, and the unwavering support and strength he garnered from his sister and mother.

They were eyes that had seen the highs of victory and the lows of defeat, that had faced criticism and expectation head-on, and had come out stronger on the other side.

These eyes told a story of resilience and determination, of someone who had been through the wringer and had emerged with a steely resolve. The internet was filled with tales of his focused, almost intimidating gaze on the racetrack, where every glance was calculated and every blink was a strategy.

They spoke of a man who had to grow up fast, who had to build walls to protect himself from the harsh realities of his world.

But when he looked at me, I could swear that I saw them soften.

They drew me in, and for a moment, I knew I could write poetry about them. There was a story in every shade, every flicker of light within those eyes. I could imagine penning verses about their depth, their history, and the way they seemed to hold entire worlds within them.

Suddenly, all my nerves and the fear of being a fumbling, awkward mess seemed to dissipate, at least a little. There was something in the way he looked at me that made me feel seen, like he was looking past the persona and seeing the real me. It was a mix of relief and disbelief, like maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to be the disaster I had built up in my head.

I had never believed in the saying, "love at first sight", but I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat, if not multiple, when I locked eyes with him. Like I predicted, he was a tall, tall, man. And I, like a lot of people in this world, was not immune to the charm of a tall man.

"Oh, you are very tall," I blurted out.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. The words had slipped past my tongue and out of my mouth, bypassing the more sensible part of me, aka my brain. Damn you, stupid weak heart.

I could feel my face heating up, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. Out of anything I literally could have said, my intrusive thoughts had gotten the best of me. My inner voice was screaming at me to pull it together, but it was too late. The words were out there, hanging awkwardly in the air between us. My poster slumped slightly, there was literally no way to recover this. I desperately needed to find a galvanized stainless steel block to bash my head against repeatedly.

Max chuckled softly, a sound that somehow made me feel a bit more at ease despite my flub. "And you must be Y/N," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Welcome."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to regain my composure. "Yeah, that's me," I said with a small, nervous laugh. "Sometimes when someone makes me hella nervous, it just happens, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" I started, but he cut me off gently.

"I make you nervous?" He smirked at me. "Well I didn't know that."

Okay. Cut the cameras, deadass. I quite literally felt like I was a main character in that weird-ass phone game Episode (yes, my guilty pleasure at three am but nonetheless a fun hobby to have) It was like one of those cliché moments where the charming love interest says something flirty, and the protagonist’s heart skips a beat. Except this was real life, and my heart was doing somersaults.

I could feel my face heating up again, but this time, there was a small part of me that felt… excited? Maybe this wouldn't be a complete disaster after all. Trying to play it cool, I flashed a shy smile. "Yeah, well, you're pretty intimidating in person," I said, hoping to keep the conversation light.

"I cannot believe you said that, I'm just a really big cuddly bear," Max laughed at me, opening his arms out for a hug.

For a split second, I hesitated, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But then, the warmth in his eyes and the genuine smile on his face melted away any remaining nervousness.

Stepping forward, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his strong yet gentle embrace envelop me. It was like being pulled into a cocoon of safety and comfort, his presence immediately soothing the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

As we hugged, I felt the tension in my body start to ease. His arms were warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the anxiety that had been gnawing at me since I landed. In that moment, it felt like all the awkwardness and worries faded into the background. It was just the two of us, sharing a simple, sincere connection.

The hug lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make me feel grounded and welcomed, a silent promise that maybe this really was the beginning of something special.

And I did believe him, that he was just a really big cuddly bear. His laugh was warm like honey, and I could definitely get used to hugging those biceps and burrowing my head in his chest, like a teddy bear. All I could think of was the moment I whipped out my phone to get on Twitter I would tweet, #needthat.

What???

I'm just a girl.

"You're really fucking cute," Max suddenly stated, his soft voice interrupting my daydream.

Wait wait wait what?? Backtrack please?? Did Max Verstappen just call me cute, as he leans on the fucking doorway and I can see his biceps bulge as he-

Noticing my shocked expression, and my jaw must have been hanging out for a considerably long time without responding, he started to laugh at me.

"I hope I was the first person to tell you that today," He continued.

"Y-you certainly were the first person to say that, oh my," I sputtered, a creeping blushing arising from my neck and blossoming onto my cheeks.

Max's eyes sparkled with mischief as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "Well, it's about time someone did," he said, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I've been looking forward to this moment for a while, you know."

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. "You have?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The bold, flirtatious Max standing in front of me was a stark contrast to the more reserved person I knew online. It was disorienting, but also incredibly intriguing.

This side of him was magnetic, drawing me in with a mix of confidence and playfulness that I hadn't anticipated. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the realization hitting me that the dynamic between us had shifted entirely.

Online, I had always been the one with the witty comebacks and cheeky comments, but now, standing here in his presence, I felt like I was discovering a whole new dimension of our connection. His boldness was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, making me wonder just how many other surprises he had in store.

"Absolutely," he replied with a grin. "Seeing you now, in person, you're even more stunning than I imagined." He leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving mine, and I felt my heart race faster with every passing second.

"Oh, wow, um, thank you," I stammered, feeling my shyness take over. It was surreal—here I was, the one who had always been confident and playful online, now reduced to a blushing mess in front of him.

Max chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the role reversal. "You know, I always found your confidence online really attractive," he said. "But seeing you like this, all shy and flustered... it's pretty adorable too."

I bit my lip, trying to steady my nerves. "Well, you were always the cool, mysterious racer," I said, attempting to regain a bit of my former bravado. "It's kind of unfair that you're also charming in real life."

He laughed, a rich, warm sound that made my heart flutter. (And I could swear I could hear hundred dollar bills when he laughed) "Guess we both have our secrets," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I have to say, I kind of like seeing this side of you."

"Yeah?" I replied, feeling a small surge of confidence. "Maybe you'll see more of it, if you keep being this sweet."

Max took a step closer, his presence enveloping me like a warm blanket. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Getting to know the real you is something I've been looking forward to. Online was fun, but this...this is so much better."

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks again, but this time it was mixed with excitement. "Well, you better keep up the charm then," I teased, trying to match his playful energy. "I'm not that easy to impress, you know."

He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Is that a challenge?" he asked, leaning in slightly, his proximity making my heart race even faster.

"Maybe it is," I said, my voice daring but my insides turning to jelly. "Think you can handle it?"

Max grinned, his confidence unwavering. "Oh, I know I can," he said smoothly. "And by the end of this trip, you'll see just how serious I am."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of anticipation and thrill coursing through me. The flirty banter, the unexpected boldness, and the undeniable chemistry between us—it was all so intoxicating. As I looked into his eyes, I realized that this was just the beginning of an adventure that was sure to be full of surprises and unforgettable moments. Spending time with Max felt completely different from any of my past relationships.

There was a new air about him, a different kind of electricity that sparked between us. Unlike the fleeting attention I had received from past lovers, who barely gave me a minute of their day, Max's presence was all-encompassing. He made me feel seen and valued in a way I hadn't experienced before. Each moment with him was charged with genuine interest and warmth, making me feel like I was the only person in the world.

The thought of what lay ahead made my heart race with a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration. I knew that being with Max would be an experience unlike any other, a journey where we would both reveal our true selves and create memories that would last a lifetime.

Don't call me naive, dear reader, because in the moment, it truly felt that way to me...And I really hoped that he felt the same too.

"Alright then," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Game on."

Max's smile widened, and he extended his hand. "Game on," he echoed, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me as our fingers intertwined.

"Come on in," he said, leading me into his apartment.

As soon as we stepped inside, I realized that 'apartment' was an understatement. The place felt more like a huge penthouse rather than the modest apartment he had made it out to be. It was luxurious yet still quite plain and humble, a reflection of Max himself. The high ceilings, expansive windows, and elegant but understated furniture gave it a sense of grandeur without being ostentatious.

The living area was open and airy, with floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, a sprawling panorama of twinkling lights and distant landmarks that seemed to stretch endlessly. Despite the grandeur, there was an inviting warmth to the space. The furniture, though minimal, was meticulously chosen—sleek modern lines with plush, comfortable seating that suggested a home where one could truly relax.

As we moved through the apartment, I noticed the subtle details: a few well-placed art pieces, not too many, just enough to add character without overwhelming the space. The kitchen was state-of-the-art, with shiny countertops and high-end appliances, but it was evident that Max wasn’t a chef—there were no intricate gadgets or utensils, just the basics. The sparse decorations spoke volumes about his personality: practical and unpretentious.

"Wow," I said, looking around in awe. "You really weren’t kidding when you said you had a big place. This is incredible."

Max shrugged, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Yeah, I guess it’s a bit bigger than most apartments," he said with a sheepish grin. "But, as you can see, I didn’t exactly go all out on decorating. I’m not really into interior design and don’t have a clue how to make it look... well, more 'homey.'"

I laughed, finding his modesty endearing. "Well, if you ever want to change that, I’m your go-to person," I offered playfully. "I could definitely give this place a bit more personality."

"Oh, really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "And what if I said I might be more inclined to actually spend more time here if you did?"

I grinned, feeling a spark of excitement at the prospect. "Challenge accepted," I said. "I’ll have to draw up some design ideas for you. Just don’t be surprised if you come home one day and find your place looking like a completely different world."

Max chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you saying you’re going to turn my penthouse into something out of a magazine?"

"Something like that," I replied, trying to keep a straight face. "But with a touch of ‘Y/N’ flair. I promise it won’t be all pink and sparkles—unless you really want it to be."

"I think I'd rather die," He rolled his eyes, making me a victim of the sassy man apocalypse. Letting out a sudden bark of laughter, my eyes widened, surprised at the ugly ass noise I just let out.

"Wait no I take it back, it would be way better if I just paint it neon green and tweeted #BratSummerTakeover," I laughed.

"This is way worse than the pink what the hell..." Max laughed at my antics. Finally, he was matching my freak!

"Honestly, CharliXCX and Brat Twitter would probably save you if you got canceled, just because you made your apartment Brat themed," I countered, eye brows raising and daring him to challenge me.

"What would I even get cancelled for? Being too devilishly handsome, maybe," He asked, smirking at me.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I knew I was blushing a lot. "Well, maybe," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. "Or for making girls like me turn bright red with just a few words."

Max's smirk widened, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction. "I think I could live with that," he said, his voice low and teasing. "But seriously, I like seeing this side of you. It's cute."

I blushed even more, trying to deflect the compliment with humor. "Well, you might get canceled for making me turn this red," I quipped, feeling a bit bolder. "And for having terrible taste in decor. Honestly, who wouldn’t want a neon green penthouse? It’s the height of fashion."

Max shook his head, still laughing. "Okay, okay. Maybe we should stick to something a bit more... timeless. How about a black and white theme? Classic, elegant, and less likely to blind anyone who walks in."

I pretended to consider it, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, that could work. But only if we add some gold accents. You know, to bring out the sparkle in your eyes."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Gold accents, huh? You really think my eyes sparkle?"

"Like diamonds, just like that one Rihanna song," I said, batting my eyelashes and throwing my hands up in a dramatic fashion. "But seriously, I think we can make this place look amazing. Just trust me."

Max smiled, his gaze softening. "I do trust you. And I’m actually looking forward to seeing what you come up with. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything," I said, leaning in closer, our hands brushing against each other again. I was literally going bonkers from the sexual tension between us two, and I wasn't sure how long I could take it for the next week, before the dam overflowed. And trust me, I don't mind if this dam overflows. Wink wink.

"Promise me you won’t turn it into a jungle. I don’t think I could handle that much greenery," he said with a playful wink.

I laughed, nodding. "Deal. No jungle theme. But I can’t promise there won’t be a few plants. They add life, you know?"

Max grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, a few plants I can handle. Just no turning my place into a botanical garden."

I gave him a teasing look. "You never know, a few well-placed ferns could really spruce the place up. Besides, they say talking to plants helps them grow. Maybe it’ll work wonders for you too."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Are you implying I need help growing? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve hit my growth spurt."

I laughed, feeling more at ease with each playful exchange. "No, just that a little greenery might make this place feel more like home. Plus, it could give you someone to talk to when you’re not racing around the world."

"Well, if you’re around, I’ll have plenty of company," he said with a wink. "And maybe you can teach me how to take care of them without killing them."

"I’d be happy to," I replied, smiling. "But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to choose some low-maintenance plants. Wouldn’t want you to feel overwhelmed."

"Thanks," he said, his tone sincere. "I appreciate that. But seriously, it’ll be nice to have you help me make this place feel more like home."

"Anytime," I said, feeling a warm glow from his words. "Just promise you won’t get any bright ideas about adding a racecar in the living room."

Max chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "No promises. But I’ll try to restrain myself."

He glanced at my luggage and then back at me. "Let me help you with those," he offered, moving towards the pink suitcases. "I’ll take them to the guest room."

As he picked up the bags, I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he handled them. The way his muscles flexed under his shirt made my heart race. It was impossible to ignore how strong and capable he looked, making even the heavy suitcases seem weightless. Every movement seemed to highlight his athletic build, and I found myself momentarily distracted by the sheer physicality of him.

He had insisted on me staying at his apartment for the seven days I was in town, refusing to let me book a hotel. "You’ll be more comfortable here," he had said on our phone call earlier, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was sweet, really, and incredibly sexy watching him take charge like this. The thoughtfulness behind his actions made me feel special and cared for in a way that I hadn’t experienced before.

As he carried my luggage, I couldn't help but admire the ease with which he moved, the definition in his arms and shoulders evident with each step.

I followed him down the hallway, my eyes shamelessly glued to his back, watching the way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt. Each step he took seemed to exude confidence and strength, a silent testament to his physical prowess. I couldn't help but admire how the fabric of his shirt clung to his form, accentuating every line and curve of his well-toned physique.

God, I could talk about his slutty little waist for days. The little fancams they showed on F1TV or YouTube did not do it justice. Seeing him in person, the way his waist tapered into those perfectly fitted jeans, was a whole different experience. It was mesmerizing, almost unfair how well his physique was sculpted.

As he walked ahead of me, the fabric of his shirt stretched taut across his back and narrowed at his waist, highlighting the lean, athletic build that had become a defining part of who he was. It was the kind of detail that fans like me only dreamed about, and here I was, witnessing it up close.

I was such a lucky little bitch.

My mind wandered to the countless hours he must have spent training, not just in the gym but on the track as well. It was a different kind of dedication, one that went beyond what most people understood. There was something undeniably attractive about a person who was so committed to their craft, and it only added to the allure that Max already possessed.

As he led me into the guest room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was Max Verstappen's personal space, a glimpse into the life of someone I had admired from afar. The room was spacious and inviting, with large windows that allowed natural light to flood in, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Max set my bags down gently and turned to face me, his expression softening. "There you go," he said with a warm smile. "If you need anything, just let me know. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks, Max," I replied, giving him a grateful smile. "I really appreciate this."

Just as I was about to say more, Max’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. "Sorry, I have to take this," he said, holding up the phone. "It’s important."

"Of course, no problem," I said, waving him off. "Take your time."

Max nodded and stepped out of the room, his voice already lowered as he answered the call. Left alone, I took a moment to absorb my surroundings. The bed looked incredibly inviting with its crisp, clean sheets and plush pillows. The journey had been long, and I could feel the fatigue weighing heavily on me.

Without much thought, I kicked off my shoes and sank onto the bed, the mattress soft and supportive beneath me. The room had a calming aura, and despite my excitement, my eyelids grew heavy. I lay back, letting out a contented sigh as I nestled into the pillows.

The last thing I remembered was the distant murmur of Max's voice from the hallway. The day's exhaustion finally caught up with me, and within moments, I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely at ease in the unfamiliar yet comforting space.

જ⁀➴✎ ❛❛Max's POV❞

I couldn’t wait to see her cute face after my phone call.

Ever since she showed up at my door an hour ago, luggage in hand and blushing like mad, I knew I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let go. The way she looked so overwhelmed and charmingly nervous had struck a chord with me. But now, here I was, stuck listening to Lando Norris ramble about his trivial girl troubles when all I wanted was to see her again.

Lando’s voice was like a buzzing fly in my ear, and I found myself tapping my foot impatiently, wishing he'd get the hint and stop talking. His high-pitched voice grated on my nerves as he continued his endless rant about the latest drama in his life. I loved the guy, but seriously, this was not the moment for his soap opera.

“—and you would not believe what she said to me next,” Lando’s voice droned on, each word feeling like a needle in my brain. I barely registered his complaints, lost in my own thoughts about her.

“Max! Are you listening to me??” Lando’s voice suddenly pierced through the fog of my thoughts, making me flinch slightly.

“Mhm...” I trailed off, barely processing the words. My mind was focused entirely on her, on how she looked when she first arrived and how peaceful she appeared when I last saw her.

“Oh, what the bloody fuck mate, you’re not listening. Whatever, I'll talk to you later,” Lando said abruptly. Before I could respond, I heard the familiar click of the call ending.

“Hallelujah,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes in relief. The endless chitter-chatter had finally stopped, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

“Oh, what the fuck,” I suddenly exclaimed, realizing that I had wasted enough time. I should be up and finding my houseguest—my possible future wifey—and spending more time with her. I shot up from my seat, a surge of excitement propelling me forward.

The house had been unusually quiet since I’d gotten off the call, and I was eager to see what she was up to. Maybe she was scrolling through her phone, or perhaps she was just getting comfortable. I tiptoed down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere of the house.

As I approached the guest room, I could hear nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioning. My heart skipped a beat as I slowly opened the door, peeking inside to see what awaited me. The sight that met my eyes was unexpectedly delightful. There she was, nestled in the bed, having kicked off the fluffy house shoes I’d given her. Her luggage was neatly set aside, and the room was serene, illuminated by the gentle late afternoon light filtering through the curtains.

Her position on the bed was both endearing and surprisingly casual. She had managed to kick the blankets off completely, leaving them in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. The sight of her sprawled out, so relaxed and at ease, made me pause. She looked incredibly peaceful, her hair spread out like a halo around her, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

My beautiful girl was tired.

A soft smile crept onto my face as I approached her. It was clear that she was deeply asleep, her breathing even and steady. I carefully grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed, making sure not to disturb her. The blanket was warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

In her sleep, she shifted slightly, letting out little breaths.

As I gently draped it over her, I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked in this vulnerable state.

The way her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were closed made her seem even more endearing. She had a certain tranquility about her that was utterly captivating. It was a rare and precious sight, and I felt a surge of affection just watching her. Her presence in my apartment, in my space, felt strangely comforting and intimate.

I adjusted the blanket carefully, ensuring it covered her snugly. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, which made me breathe a sigh of relief I didn't realize that I had been holding. I took a moment to appreciate how serene and beautiful she looked. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept was calming to observe, and it made me feel even more connected to her.

I lingered in the doorway for a few seconds, letting the peaceful scene sink in.

In that moment, I really wanted to be her boyfriend. Even though I had just met her in real life a mere forty minutes ago, I wanted to give her everything that she wanted and deserved.

I imagined us spending more time together, exploring new places, and sharing our dreams and fears. I wanted to be the person who made her feel special and loved, who supported her in all her endeavors and celebrated her successes. The thought of being that person for her was more appealing than I’d ever expected.

It wasn’t just about the romantic gestures or grand declarations; it was about the everyday moments of care and attention. I wanted to be there for her in the small, meaningful ways—like making sure she was comfortable, listening to her stories, and sharing in her joys and struggles.

Don't call me naive, but I really, really, really like her.

જ⁀➴✎ ❛❛Y/N's POV❞

In my dreamless state, I could still remember a few things. Like the warm breath of someone hovering over me. I could feel watchful eyes on my back, curious, worried, then relieved. I remember feeling gentle hands pulling my blanket from the foot of the bed to my shoulders, gently covering me.

And when I woke up, I really questioned whether what I felt was a dream. In my room it was silent, almost no trace of whether someone was there or not.

The only anomaly was the fact that before, I had completely shut the door. Now, the door was left ajar, a tiny sliver of the hallway could be seen from where I was propped up in my bed.

Yawning, I could hear the soft hum of the ongoing AC in my room. But if I listened a bit more, I could hear the whirring of the range hood in Max's kitchen further down the hall.

He was cooking?

Wow. Call me surprised.

A few days ago when we called on Discord, he had narrated a few cooking horror stories that had happened to him.

I remembered one particularly gruesome story he shared, one that sounded like it came straight out of a sitcom. It was supposed to be a simple pasta dinner. Max had invited a few friends over, and in his eagerness to impress them with his culinary skills, he decided to make everything from scratch.

(I know, I know, he told me he wanted to have his little Nara Smith moment...I'll give it to him, I guess)

It started with the sauce. He had carefully selected ripe tomatoes and fresh herbs, determined to make the best marinara his friends had ever tasted. But things quickly went downhill. First, he accidentally doubled the amount of garlic. Not a huge issue, right? Just a little more flavor. But then, in his attempt to balance it out, he added way too much salt. Desperate to fix it, he threw in some sugar, which somehow made it even worse.

Next came the pasta. Max had repeatedly watched one Nara Smith video of her making fresh pasta and he figured it couldn’t be that hard.

News flash, incorrect answer buzzer.

He miscalculated the flour-to-egg ratio, resulting in a sticky, unmanageable dough. By the time he managed to roll it out, the dough was uneven and tearing. When he finally got it into the pot, it clumped together into a gooey mess.

Meanwhile, the kitchen was descending into chaos. The range hood was whirring at full blast, struggling to keep up with the smoke billowing from the pan. In his panic, Max forgot to turn the stove down, and the sauce began to boil over, spilling onto the burner and creating a scorched, acrid smell that filled the entire apartment.

Then came the final straw. Max decided to make garlic bread as a last-minute addition. He put it in the oven and got so distracted by the pasta disaster that he forgot about it entirely. By the time he remembered, the bread was more akin to charcoal, emitting a foul, burnt odor that overpowered even the smell of the burnt sauce.

His friends (He told me it was Lando, Daniel, and Carlos) arrived just in time to witness the aftermath. The kitchen was a war zone, with sauce splattered everywhere, clumps of dough sticking to various surfaces, and smoke lingering in the air. The range hood was doing its best, but it was no match for the chaos Max had created.

His friends tried to be polite (Well maybe Daniel and Carlos did but Lando certainly was not), but the horrified expressions on their faces said it all.

Max ended up ordering pizza, and the story became an infamous legend among his friends. They still teased him about it, making jokes about his "gourmet" cooking skills whenever they had the chance.

It was quite a funny story, as Max had vlogged the whole thing, originally wanting to use the video footage as evidence that he could actually cook.

That's fucking hilarious, if you ask me.

When he showed the video footage, I was quite literally cracking up. I swear I had never laughed as hard as I did in my life when he showed me it.

Remembering that story now, I couldn’t help but smile. The fact that he was back in the kitchen, despite that disastrous experience, said a lot about his determination.

And maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. I decided to get up and see for myself what he was up to, hoping that I wouldn't walk into another kitchen catastrophe.

On that account, I found myself to be, again, very much wrong.

It smelled funny in the kitchen.

There was a peculiar mix of something burnt and something…well, unidentifiable. As I approached, the smell intensified, and I began to worry. I rounded the corner to find Max standing over the stove, looking flustered. Smoke billowed up from the pan, and the range hood was struggling to keep up.

"Max, what on God's green earth are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice. I was also, clearly failing at that too, as a hitch in my voice gave away what I was truly feeling.

Dear reader, I was about to burst into a torrential fit of laughter.

He glanced up, his face a mix of sheepishness and determination. "I was trying to make fried rice with beef and onions, but...uh, things aren't going as planned."

I raised an eyebrow. "Clearly. What happened?"

He sighed, waving a hand at the pan. "Well, first, I realized there wasn't much food in the fridge to begin with. I found some rice, a bit of beef, and an onion. Seemed like enough for a simple dish, right? But then the beef started to stick to the pan, so I added more oil, which made the onions cook too fast and burn. And now the rice is clumping together and sticking to everything."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Max, you are a disaster in the kitchen. This is even worse than the pasta incident."

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know, I know. But I wanted to impress you. Clearly, I'm failing miserably."

I walked over and peered into the pan. The beef was charred in some spots and raw in others, the onions were practically disintegrated, and the rice looked like a sticky, burnt mess. "Impressive isn't exactly the word I'd use," I teased.

He grinned, despite the chaos. "Hey, at least I'm trying, right? That's got to count for something."

I shook my head, laughing. "It counts for effort, sure. But maybe you should stick to ordering takeout."

He gave me a mock serious look. "Or, you could teach me. You're the one with the design ideas. Maybe you have some cooking tips too?"

I pretended to think about it. "Hmm, I suppose I could. But only if you promise to listen and not improvise."

Max chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "I promise. No more kitchen disasters."

I smiled, feeling a warm rush of affection. "Alright, let's see what we can salvage here. First things first, let's get rid of this burnt mess."

As we started cleaning up, Max kept sneaking glances at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, I didn't just burn the food on purpose to get you to come out here and help me, but it's a nice bonus."

I rolled my eyes, playfully nudging him with my shoulder. "Nice try, Verstappen. But if you keep burning things, I might have to take over all the cooking."

"Deal," he said, his grin widening. "As long as you stay."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I couldn't help but smile. "You're lucky I'm a sucker for a cute guy who tries to cook."

Max chuckled, shaking his head. "And you're lucky I'm persistent. Now, let's make something edible before we both starve."

I glanced at the pitiful remains of our attempted fried rice. "Or," I suggested, "we could go to the grocery store and get some proper ingredients. Maybe start from scratch with something we can't mess up."

Max's eyes lit up with excitement. "A late-night grocery run? That sounds like a great idea. It's only 8 PM; we've got plenty of time."

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of a spontaneous adventure. "Alright then, let's go. But first, let me change out of these pajamas."

Max grinned, leaning a little closer. "Deal. I'll clean up here while you get ready. But you know, you look pretty cute in those pajamas. Maybe we should make it a pajama party instead?"

I rolled my eyes playfully, feeling my cheeks warm. "Nice try, but I think I'll stick with something a bit more appropriate for public."

Max chuckled. "Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long. The sooner we get to the store, the sooner we can start our culinary masterpiece."

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, now it's a culinary masterpiece? You have high hopes, Mr. Verstappen."

He shrugged, flashing a charming smile. "What can I say? I'm an optimist. Plus, with you by my side, how could it be anything but perfect?"

I laughed, shaking my head as I headed to the guest room to change. "We'll see about that. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Max's voice followed me down the hall. "I'll be counting the seconds, chef."

After changing into something more appropriate—a pair of jeans and a cozy sweater—I met Max in the living room. He had cleaned up the kitchen mess and was now waiting by the door, car keys in hand.

At the door, I slipped on a pair of Birkenstocks, leaning on Max to stabilize myself. Feeling myself slipping all of a sudden, Max grabbed onto my waist and steadied me up. His grip was firm, and I could feel the warmth of his hand through my shirt, sending a little shiver down my spine.

"Careful there," he teased, his voice low and close to my ear. "Wouldn't want you to fall for me… again."

I glanced up at him, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I don't know, Max. It seems like you're getting pretty good at catching me."

He smirked, his hand still resting on my waist, holding me just a little closer than necessary. "Well, practice makes perfect, right?"

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, the playful tension between us impossible to ignore. "You might need a few more tries, though. I’m a bit of a klutz."

He chuckled, his thumb brushing lightly against my side. "Lucky for you, I’ve got all the time in the world." My heart was quite literally beating out of my chest and the sexual tension was getting to me. Noticing my beet red face, Max continued.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Ready," I replied, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. (And still giggly from the whole previous ordeal)

Max held the door open for me with a dramatic flourish. "After you, my lady," he said with a mock bow.

I laughed, rolling my eyes playfully. "Such a gentleman. You really know how to impress a girl."

As we headed down to the underground garage, Max couldn't resist a bit more teasing. "So, do you have a grocery list, or are we winging it?"

"I think we should wing it," I said, grinning. "Who knows, maybe we'll discover some hidden culinary talents."

"Or set off the smoke alarm again," Max added, smirking.

I nudged him with my elbow. "Hey, I'm a decent cook. I promise I won't let you burn anything."

"Good to know," he replied, his smile widening as we reached his Aston Martin Vantage.

The sleek car gleamed under the garage lights, and I couldn't help but admire it. "Nice ride," I said, running a hand over the smooth surface.

"Thanks," Max said, a hint of pride in his voice. "I figured it would make a good impression."

"You figured right," I said with a wink.

As we pulled out onto the street, the city lights cast a warm glow over everything. The drive through the city was peaceful, the streets mostly empty at this hour. We chatted casually, the conversation flowing easily as we navigated through the urban maze. Max seemed to know the city well, effortlessly weaving through the streets as we made our way to the nearest grocery store.

As we drove through the city, the conversation continued to flow easily. "So, what kind of snacks are we getting?" Max asked, glancing over at me.

"Definitely some chocolate," I replied. "Maybe some chips too. What about you?"

"I was thinking ice cream," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, for dessert after our gourmet fried rice."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You and your sweet tooth. Fine, we'll get ice cream. But only if you promise not to eat it all in one sitting."

"Deal," Max said, grinning. "I promise to save some for you."

"Max I've seen you devour so much food in one sitting, are you sure you are keeping that promise?" I roll my eyes in mock frustration.

He smirked, glancing over at me. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy."

"Growing boy, huh?" I teased. "Last time I checked, you were already fully grown."

"Just because I'm tall and handsome doesn't mean I can't still grow," he shot back, winking.

I snorted. "Tall and humble, too. Such a rare combination."

"Only for you," he said, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "I reserve my best qualities for special occasions."

"Well, aren't I lucky?" I said with a laugh. "I guess I'll have to make sure to keep you around for more grocery runs."

"Hey, I'll take any excuse to spend time with you," he replied smoothly. "Even if it means resisting the urge to eat all the ice cream."

I pretended to ponder his words. "Hmm, maybe I should test your willpower. Get a couple of pints and see how long they last."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you challenging me?"

"Maybe I am," I said, grinning. "Think you can handle it?"

"Oh, I can handle it," Max said confidently. "But can you handle me winning?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "We'll see about that. Just don't cry when I catch you sneaking spoonful's in the middle of the night."

"You're on," he said, eyes twinkling with amusement. "But be warned, I play to win."

The hum of the Aston Martin's engine was a soothing backdrop to our conversation. The car's interior was luxurious, with plush leather seats and a state-of-the-art dashboard. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as we sped through the city, the lights blurring past us in a kaleidoscope of colors.

"So, do you do this often?" I asked, glancing over at Max.

"Late-night grocery runs?" he replied with a grin. "Not really, but I'm always up for an adventure."

I laughed, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between us. "Well, I think this might be the most exciting grocery run I've ever been on."

Max chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just wait until we get there. I might even let you pick out some snacks."

"Now you're talking," I said, grinning. "I will never not indulge in big back activities," The prospect of picking out snacks together felt oddly intimate, a small but meaningful step in getting to know each other better.

"Hey! You can definitely tell a lot about a person based on their favorite snacks. People who simply like spicy shrimp crackers are superior!"

Max raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his gaze. "Spicy shrimp crackers? That’s a bold choice. I guess we'll see if our snack preferences align."

"They better," I said, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance. With that, we stepped outside, the crisp air greeting us as we made our way to the grocery store. The city buzzed around us, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his presence beside me and the anticipation of what was quickly becoming an unexpectedly perfect day.

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luniise-kel · 9 months ago

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thinking about how cool and awesome moon stone cassandra couldve been if she wasnt given the world’s worst villain motivation

dropping my whole au / rewrote of season 3 below

uh preface is im sleepy and its almost midnight, so like sorry if some parts dont make sense or whatever

uhh basically, instead of cass trying to like reach her destiny or whatever as like her Main motivation and the only reason to why she Evil and Malicious ive changed it so its more mixed in with her desire to protect rapunzel. i think moonstone cass is cool and i like the idea of her but i really just think her execution was poor mostly because it wasn’t built up as much as it shouldve been.

rewrote cass’s character slightly just so there more empathize on her idolization of her mother, and so when she learns the truth of why mother gothel left her, the knee jerk reaction to blame raps makes a little more sense.

Anyways, Season 3 cass deals with a lot of her issues, i think on the journey to get the moonstone something something happens and cassandra is told that if rapunzel comes in contact with the moonstone she will Implode. Like die. Return to being the sundrop. and cass is like oh fuck, shit, balls, I need to Protect her from Dying. So out of her intense Need to protect Rapunzel she yoinks the moonstone, and (still slightly pissed at raps for stealing her mom but not really she’s just trying to figure out her emotions + rapunzel needs to get away away from this rock) she goes into Evil mode.

Her villain arc is partly fueled by her anger at her own situation, always in second place. her desire to feel love and cherished and important rather than being the 2nd option. However, it is also fueled by her need to provide safety to her friends ,, even if it’s not the smartest choice. Moonstone Cass devotes her entire identify to being the cliche villain, so no one feels bad if like the solution to destroying the moonstone is killing her. she knows that logically the Zhan Tiri is manipulating her but 1. she idgaf and 2. she needs to learn how to control the moonstone’s power so she doesnt hurt her friends.

Tbh boiled now, it’s just cass isnt obsessive with mother gothel and mother gothel leaving her to kidnap a baby because it made like no sense for her character. like instead, moonstone cass grabbles with her identify and place in the world, who she is outside of rapunzel. Also she wants to learn more about her past, yknow, who mother gothel was and is she Worth getting upset over. spoiler she figures out that no, her bio mom sucks booty

Anyways, throughout my version of season 3, cass is trying to figure out a way to destroy the moonstone. She visits Rapunzel often too and pretends to be evil just so she can check in. She angry at her mom but not so much on rapunzel, maybe a little bit but probably more to with simply trying to crave out her identify outside of rapunzel. Same general plot beats happen in s3, but shes more grief driven than anger driven i suppose.

Theres probably a lot i forgot to like, reformulate in this especially w s3 bc i havent had the time to rewatch it and collect my thoughts that well. But, uh, hope u enjoyed. might yap more about my personal gripes with the show and how i think it shouldve been written.

also to add on i suppose, at the end of the series she gets exiled from corona officially, but lowkey comes back to hang out and after like a year every1 is like yeah okay i guess.

#cassandra tts #tangled the series #tts spoilers #ig the show is kinda old #after i finish ap testing im going to sit down and organize my thoughts about my rewrite #grrr #erm tbh this is like the worlds worst dump of my thoughts about this #ill prob make another post explaining everything better #lmao #luniise art

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selenepsyche · 3 days ago

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𝖠𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗅: 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 1)

Today, I am starting a new series to focus on past life astrology. There are many ways to learn about your past life and karmic patterns in your birth chart. The north and south node, Saturn, Chiron, Pluto, retrograde planets, and the 12th house are the main ways to discover what your past life could have been like. In part one, I will be covering the south node and how it relates to your past life.

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖾?

The south node sits exactly opposite of the north node. It tells you the type of experiences and lessons you could have dealt with in your past life. It also tells you what gifts you could have brought into this life. We use it to learn from our past and fulfill our biggest purpose/destiny in this life, which is our north node.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 1𝗌𝗍 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a warrior, pioneer, or someone who thrived on individuality and action. You could have been assertive, independent, and self-reliant. But, you also might have had tendencies of acting on impulse, struggling with collaboration and compromise, and could have tried to start drama and dominate situations to prove yourself. You may have been ego driven.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖳𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 2𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a designer, artist, chef, or someone deeply connected to nature or wealth. You were focused on building a strong foundation for yourself, maybe even for your family. You wanted to enjoy life as much as possible and live a life of comfort and stability. But, you could have been too attached to material possessions, overindulged in material or food items, and tried to resist change.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖦𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗈𝗋 3𝗋𝖽 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a scholar, writer, journalist, teacher, reporter, or public speaker. You could have loved learning and have a natural ability to write in this life. You were also skilled at gathering information and forming connections. But, you could have relied too much on logic and intuition, avoiding your intuition.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 4𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a caregiver, midwife, nurse, herbalist, healer, or someone who was deeply connected to your home and family life. You had no problem prioritizing your family and you could have been a mother. It could be very easy for you to nurture and show compassion for others in this life because of that. But, because of this, you could have avoided personal ambition to prioritize helping others, had fear of stepping out of your comfort zone, and might have become too attached to your family.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗈 𝗈𝗋 5𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been an entertainer, famous, a leader/ruler, artist, or someone who was always thriving in the spotlight. You could have lived a life full of self expression and creativity. You had a strong focus on individual and personal recognition. But, you could have craved constant attention, had an inflated ego, had difficulty collaboration with others and sharing the spotlight, and prioritized your own goals over goals to help others.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖵𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗋 6𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a healer, doctor, analyst, librarian, or scientist. You were most likely very intelligent and a great problem solver. You could have lived a life dedicated to serving and helping others, being precise, perfect, and organized. But, you could have been obsessed with perfection, overthinking, being critical of yourself and others, and neglected creativity and spirituality in favor of logic.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗋 7𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a lawyer, mediator, model, artist, diplomat, or someone with a high level of diplomacy and focused on partnerships. You lived a life centered on social dynamics, justice, and harmony. But, you could have lost your identity in relationships, did your best to avoid conflict (even if it was necessary for growth), and relied too much on others for validation or making decisions.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗈 𝗈𝗋 8𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have deeply involved in spirituality and spiritual work, mysticism, a therapist, a witch, investigator, mortician, and dealt with life's darker aspects. Your past life could have been full of transformation, emotional intensity, trauma, and difficulty. You could have had trouble trusting others, letting go of trauma and betrayal, and having trouble being at peace.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 9𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a traveler, teacher/professor, philosopher, preacher, pilot, or someone who was deeply interested in exploring, seeing the world, and learning many new things. You may have had a lot of knowledge in different things and optimism. Education could have been a major part of your life. But, you could have also had a tendency to avoid responsibilities and practical things.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗋 10𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been an authority figure, entrepreneur, CEO, or someone who simply had a lot of ambition and responsibility. You had natural leadership abilities and was always a hard worker. But, this could also mean that you put too much focus on your work and status, suppressed your emotions or personal needs, and struggled with being vulnerable and nurturing others.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖠𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 11𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been an activist, political figure, teacher, humanitarian, socialite, or someone who was dedicated to social progress. You were really focused on innovation, people, and bringing change to a community or the world. You could have had a resistance to tradition or structure. Your dedication to others may have lead to you prioritizing others' needs over your own.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖯𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 12𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a spiritualist, mystic, healer, artist, monk, priestess/priest, or someone who was very intuitive, spiritual, and gifted. You could have been a very powerful psychic as well. Nurturing and healing others was easy for you and connecting with the higher power was normal for you. You may have also had big dreams on what you wanted to achieve in your life. But, you could have also had a lack of boundaries, difficulty grounding in reality, avoided practical responsibilities, and over sacrificed for others.

You will find even more information through the aspects to your south node. Squares and oppositions can indicate the difficulties that you dealt with, karma, or unlearned lessons you have to work on in this life. Trines and sextiles can indicate the gifts you brought from your past life. Conjunctions to other planets show planets of significance.

If you have questions about specific aspects or other questions, comment them down below! I will answer as many as I can. Thank you for reading!

#astrology #birth chart #spirituality #astrology observations #south node #past life #past life astrology #astro community #astro observations #scorpio #aries #aquarius #astro notes

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redpill-tfs · 1 month ago

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Red Wave Rapture

Inspired by the work of @transform4u and his #RedWaveRapture series

Logan slouched on the couch, idly scrolling through his phone. His uncle, Don, stood in the doorway, a familiar expression of exasperation and disappointment on his face.

"Look at you," Don said, shaking his head. "Eighteen years old, just graduated, and doing... nothing."

"I’m figuring things out," Logan muttered, not looking up from his screen.

"Yeah? Figuring out how to waste your life?" Don retorted, stepping into the living room. "You don’t have a job, you don’t have a plan, and frankly, you don’t have any direction. You’re living in my house, eating my food, and playing activist online. That’s not going to cut it, Logan."

Logan groaned and put his phone down. "Here we go again. You’re mad because I’m not living up to your big, conservative expectations."

Don’s face hardened. "Let’s get one thing straight: I’ve tried to be patient with you, but your whole ‘I’m gay and proud’ thing? I don’t get it. Never have, never will. And this whole aimless, rebellious phase of yours isn’t helping anything."

Logan glared at him. "My ‘phase’ isn’t going anywhere. You can be disappointed all you want, but I’m not changing who I am."

Don smirked. "You’re right; I can’t change who you are. But maybe discipline can. Let’s make a bet. You’ve got one month to find a job and stick with it. If you can’t, you’re enrolling in the police academy. Maybe some structure and pride in something bigger than yourself will do you good."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like I’d ever wear one of those uniforms. Deal. But when I win, you’re going to drop this whole cop thing and let me live my life."

"Fine," Don said, offering his hand. Logan shook it, determined to prove him wrong.

Four weeks later, Logan sat in the passenger seat of Don’s car, his arms crossed as they pulled into the police academy parking lot.

"Guess what?" Don said, his tone smug. "You didn’t get a job, so now it’s time to face the music."

"This is stupid," Logan muttered. "I don’t belong here."

"You belong somewhere, and right now, that’s here," Don said firmly. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll surprise yourself."

The academy’s orientation was every bit as rigid and overwhelming as Logan had feared. The other recruits were clean-cut, driven, and eager to prove themselves, while Logan stuck out like a sore thumb in his skinny jeans and rainbow wristband.

By mid-afternoon, the recruits were herded into a dimly lit auditorium. A commanding instructor addressed the room.

"Recruits," he began, "this is the beginning of your journey. The video you’re about to watch is a core part of your orientation. It’s called Red Wave Rapture, and it will help you understand what it means to be one of us."

Logan stifled a groan as the lights dimmed and the projector flickered to life.

The video began innocuously enough—majestic images of American landscapes, stirring orchestral music, and a deep, commanding narrator’s voice.

"Strength. Honor. Duty," the voice intoned. "These are the values that define us as officers. These are the pillars upon which our nation stands."

Logan smirked at the blatant patriotism but found himself strangely unable to look away. The imagery shifted to officers walking proudly through their communities, citizens cheering them on.

The narrator’s voice seemed to grow louder, more insistent. "You were born for this. To protect. To serve. To stand as a beacon of integrity and strength in a world that needs heroes."

Logan’s smirk faltered. A strange warmth spread through his chest, and his breathing slowed as the words seemed to penetrate his mind.

"Let go of doubt," the voice continued. "Let go of weakness. Embrace your destiny."

Logan’s gaze fixed on the screen as the images and words washed over him. The rainbow wristband on his arm caught his eye, and for the first time, it felt out of place.

"You are no longer an individual," the narrator declared. "You are part of the Red Wave, united by duty and honor."

Logan felt a strange, undeniable pull, as though the words were reshaping him from the inside out.

The images on the screen shifted to young recruits stepping into their uniforms, their expressions proud and confident. Logan could almost see himself in their place, wearing the uniform, standing tall, and exuding pride.

"Rise," the narrator commanded. "Rise and become who you were always meant to be."

Logan’s body tensed as a surge of energy coursed through him. His thoughts swirled, and his resistance crumbled under the relentless rhythm of the narrator’s voice.

When the lights came back on, Logan blinked, disoriented. He glanced down at his wristband, removed it without a second thought, and slipped it into his pocket.

By the end of the day, Logan had changed in ways that startled even him. He volunteered for every exercise, pushed himself harder than he ever thought possible, and began forming bonds with his fellow recruits.

That evening, Don met him at home with a curious look.

"How was your first day?" Don asked, sipping his coffee.

Logan’s posture was straighter, his expression more serious. "It was... eye-opening. I think I was wrong about this place. It’s exactly what I needed."

Don raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. "Well, I’ll be damned. Maybe there’s hope for you after all."

Logan hesitated, then added, "And, uh... about the other stuff. You were right about that, too. It doesn’t really fit who I’m becoming." He took his rainbow wristband and threw it in the trashcan.

Don’s face broke into a grin. "Now that’s what I like to hear."

Over the following weeks, Logan’s transformation continued. He excelled in his training, adopted a clean-cut appearance, and fully embraced the academy’s values. His once vibrant and outspoken personality gave way to a disciplined, no-nonsense demeanor.

More than that, his priorities had shifted entirely. He no longer identified with his old self, instead finding pride and purpose in his role as a recruit. His previous liberal and rebellious views seemed laughable now, relics of a misguided youth.

Graduation day arrived quickly, and Logan stood tall in his new uniform, his badge gleaming on his chest. Don stood in the audience, beaming with pride.

After the ceremony, Don pulled him aside.

"Look at you," he said, shaking his head in amazement. "You’re everything I hoped you’d become."

Logan smiled, his stance confident and assured. "Thanks, Uncle Don. I couldn’t have done it without you."

"And I wouldn’t want it any other way," Don replied, clapping him on the shoulder.

Logan posed for a photo in front of a big American flag, standing proudly in his uniform. As Don looked at the image, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

His nephew was no longer the aimless, defiant gay boy he had taken in. He was now a man of discipline, duty, and conservatism—a man Don could be proud to call family.

And for Logan, the uniform didn’t just represent his new role. It represented his transformation, a testament to the strength and pride he had discovered within himself.

#conservative #lib to con #gay to straight #liberal to conservative #redwaverapture #cops

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princess-ibri · 4 months ago

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Darkside Disney : Rapunzel

Hey! I'm back again with this series for Spooky Season! If you haven't seen my Darkside Disney Princesses before, here's the link to the master post

So, the OG Darkside Design herself, Princess Rapunzel

Ok, so I am drawing on Tangled the Series lore, as you can see, but as all my other ideas happened by twisting the original films, in this story Rapunzel’s downfall starts when Eugene fails to cut Rapunzel’s hair in the tower.

Gothel keeps her deal, lets Rapunzel heal him, and then promptly makes off into the night with Rapunzel, leaving Eugene locked up in the tower.

Gothel is determined to keep Rapunzel’s hair safely for herself this time, and so decides to make for a more secure hiding place, leagues and leagues away from Corona -- The Great Tree, the stronghold of Gothel's old master, Zhan Tiri

Rapunzel, true to her word, doesn't fight back. She follows where Gothel leads, all the while praying that her sacrifice will be worth it, that Eugene has managed to free himself and is safe somewhere.

Eugene of course, has managed to free himself, and is anything but safe as he tries desperately to avoid re-capture while doing everything he can to try and track down Gothel and Rapunzel--all while some strange black rocks continue to spread across Corona and the surrounding lands.

Unfortunately, he'll be too late if he ever does.

Gothel for years has been waiting patiently to discover the further secrets of the Sundrop flower, driven by a prophecy that said a child raised by her would reveal them in their 21st year.

For ages she tried to have child after child to fulfill this prophecy, discarding them as they failed her--until Rapunzel, a child born of the Sundrop itself.

In the canon timeline, Rapunzel fulfills this Destiny after being freed from Gothel and reuniting with her true family, discovering the secrets of the Sundrop and Moonstone and defeating Zhan Tiri...

In this darker world, Gothel, in her greed and ignorance, upon Rapunzel's 21st year, has been forcing Rapunzel to do various experiments to awaken the powers within her. The black rocks have spread to the Great Tree at this point, and so Rapunzel still gains the powers of the Moonstone, while retaining the power of the Sundrop as well. So that when at last Gothel has her chant the Decay Spell—all the healing spells are undone.

Gothel crumbles into dust before Rapunzel’s eyes. Eugene, finally having found Rapunzel’s trail, suddenly feels his wounds suddenly reopen. Pascal, having accompanied Eugene on his quest, at last succumbs to the snake bite that brought him to Rapunzel.

And Rapunzel herself, after so much pain, so much heartbreak and disillusionment, having spent so long chained to Gothel and her abuse—Rapunzel embraces the promise of the Decay Spell, the only hope for freedom she feels she has left

“Wither and decay. End this destiny. Break these earthly chains. And set the spirit free.The spirit free…”

A lone figure emerges from the husk of The Great Tree, eyes a sickly green, long hair black as night, tears forever falling down an empty, souless face. The power of the Moonstone has set the spirit free, even as the power of the Sundrop keep the body animate.

A wandering revenant, spreading decay wherever it goes, following the black rocks on and on, slowly shambling towards some unknown terrible destiny.….

And soon enough, a long locked away demon may find a new host

#happy halloweeeeeeen #Darkside Disney #tangled #tangled the series #tangled au #Rapunzel #my art #disney #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #Zhan Tiri probably tries to possess her in this tbh #why bother with Cassandra when she can have the broken bearer of the sun drop and moon stone?#Darkside Disney Princesses

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第二章 | Moving and Meeting the Boss

warnings; age gap love(R: 23, S:39, T: 50), gxg, throuple, controversial age gaps, random German and Scottish pet names, topics of eating that aren't ED related, but might be triggering to some, DeepL translated languages. Untranslated Chinese, French, and other languages

note; okay! second chapter is now ready. I might start another series based on driver x reader x wag. I sort of rushed through this. I also changed a couple of things

She now contracted meningitis during her F2 days and that was the reason for her leaving, but she told people it was the lack of funds

There has something to do with eating, but it's not an ED

The eating thing is based off of a very adorable mukbang YouTuber named Tzuyang. I also never been to Monaco, so Idk how everything works

Realized she should have a last name since she's Felix's sister

note2; please give me requests for moodboards, blurbs, smaus, or anything else you want for this series. Or just request anything as long as you read my rules and how to request thing

fc; imleslie(Y/n), xavier serrano(Aaron Antognelli), blanca soler(Chiara Lorenzi)

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Buckle up! This is a long one!!!!!!!!

(My god, Susie is so fucking pretty that I might actually cry)

In the now packed-up house, Y/n gazed around. "Are you all packed up?" Her brother asked as he crossed his arms next to her. Chan sighed, "I'm going to miss coming over to your house and hanging out," he said, looking around the house. With a soft smile that showed off her sharp teeth, Y/n looked at her brother, "He'll miss popping by my house during random times when the homeless orphans don't have work to do and mooching off me until he needs to go home to Korea." Y/n teased, pinching his freckled cheeks.

Chan giggled at Felix's expression and looked away, clearing his throat when Felix's glare turned to him. The long-haired male slapped his sister's hand away gently and tried to keep his scowl before giving up and breaking out into smiles as laughs filled the room. "For real though, I am going to miss you." Felix said, opening his arms for Y/n to enter, "Aw, I'm going to miss you too, but you can come visit me anytime you want in Monaco." Y/n offered, pulling back.

"You too, Channie. You and the rest of the derelict unparented are free to come visit me in Monaco when you want." Y/n said, opening her arms up to the shorter male. "Why does this feel like I'm sending my little sister off?" Chan asked, gladly accepting the hug that was offered, "You are basically family, mate." Felix assured, wrapping his arms around both his sister and his best friend. The group continued to hug until there was a loud honk heard in front of the house, "Well, I guess we should get this stuff into the truck." Y/n said, letting go of the two singers to grab one of the nearest boxes.

Y/n lugged the box to the truck where a mover stood, ready to grab the box from her hands and put it in the truck, "I'll take that, sir." The worker offered. Y/n froze and stared at the mover, "Excuse me?" Y/n asked, "Oh? Did I say something wrong?" The worker questioned, looking at Y/n with a raised eyebrow, "I am not a man. Please don't assume because I have masculine features." Y/n said, steeling her nerves. Y/n wasn't a confrontational person, but over the years, resentment had built up enough for her to tell someone off when they called her a man.

Her boobs were prominent enough for people to know that she wasn't a man and she was wearing a sports bra with flannel, how the hell did the man assume she was one as well? "I'm sorry, I didn't know--" "I think you did know, but it's whatever. Don't do it again." Y/n huffed, turning around and walking away.

Y/n entered the home again and grabbed a box aggressively, huffing dramatically. Felix and Chan shared looks before putting the boxes they had in their possession down, "Hey, what's wrong?" Chan questioned.

Y/n shook her head, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She sometimes felt like it was irrational of her to get so upset by someone assuming she was a man, but at the same time, anyone would get upset by being called the wrong gender.

Y/n squared her shoulders and picked up another box before turning to look at the two with a smile, "It's nothing, mate. Just a bit of an annoyance." Y/n then turned and walked out with the box in her hands.

The trio made their way back and forth until all the boxes were in the truck. Now, they stood on the lawn watching as the movers grabbed the furniture and loaded it onto the truck, "Y'know, we're actually going to miss you." Chan spoke up, continuing to watch the movers work. "I know. That's why I said you're free to visit me in Monaco. I'll also try to visit you and in Seoul whenever I can." Y/n assured, throwing her arms around each of the boy's shoulders and giving them an awkward side hug.

"We know. We'll try to visit when we can too." Felix said, laying his head on her arm with Changbin following suit, "We're done, ma'am. We'll be taking this to the sea freight now unless there is something else you need." The mover looked at the tall half-Asian with a pointed look, asking if there was anything she needed or if were they good.

"You're good to go. Thank you." Y/n said, nodding at the mover. The trio watched as the movers packed up and drove away, "What time do you leave?" Felix asked after a few moments of silence, "Three o'clock in the morning. Seeing as my insomnia is so bad that I can't fall asleep, I'll probably be up and out by two. Do you mind dropping my keys off at the realtor office safe drop box? I won't be able to do it since I leave at three." Y/n said.

"Yeah, we can do that. We'll be dropping you off anyway." Chan nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

"Yah, wake up. It's two." Felix hissed as if there were others in the house.

Y/n groaned and swatted Felix's hands away before turning onto her side and snuggling into the blankets, "Y/n, it's time to wake up." Chan said, joining Felix at the side of the hotel bed Y/n was sleeping in. The two put their hands on her and looked at each other, nodding before violently shaking Y/n back and forth.

"搞什么鬼?!" Y/n yelled in Chinese after being woken up so violently, turning to stare at her brothers with wide eyes, "Sorry, you wouldn't wake up, so we decided to shake you until you woke up." Chan snickered, signing as he spoke, looking away as Y/n glared at him and Felix.

Y/n sighed and threw the blankets off of her body, "Jesus, dude. You could've kept trying to wake me up gently." The dark-haired woman scowled, reaching over to grab the external part of her cochlear implant and the hearing aid for her other ear. Felix grabbed the hearing aid and helped her put it into her ear, "When are you getting your other cochlear?" Felix questioned, making sure the volume was on the level Y/n always kept it on.

"I get the second implant after I start my new job. I'll have to tell the boss about it as soon I do the interview. Especially since I forgot to tell her about my lack of hearing." Y/n mumbled, looking at Chan and Felix from the side since she knew that they would be giving her judgy looks.

Y/n turned to see that they were indeed giving her disappointed looks as if she wasn't taller than Chan, older than Felix, and more intimidating than the both of them combined. "Stop looking at me like that! I was trying to get the application in as fast as I could. I simply just...forgot to put it on my application." Y/n explained, looking down and scratching her cheek. When she looked back up, they were still looking at her with disappointment, "Stop looking at me like you're my parents and I just got caught smoking a fat one....or something cause I wouldn't know how they would look at me." Y/n quickly added the second part and gave the two boys a awkward smile.

Felix and Chan sighed in unison, "Okay, well, I guess we can't really be that upset with you since you'll be telling her face-to-face. Get up and get ready. Felix picked out some clothes for you to wear." Chan said, pointing to the end of the bed where some clothes were laid out for her, Y/n sighed, running a hand through her thick hair, "Okay, whatever. Please move out of the way."

Chan stepped back as Y/n swung her long legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet onto the floor, grabbing the clothes and studying them before going to the bathroom to get changed while Felix and Chan checked to make sure that everything was properly packed. Y/n exited the bathroom wearing a pair of high waisted brown trousers, a white collared button down with a brown, beige and white sweater vest one top.

Y/n sat down on the bed and picked up the socks that were sitting on the bed, putting them on while Felix and Chan continued to talk, "Y/n, do you want to get some McDonald's on the way or something?" Felix asked.

"I just want a coffee and a bagel honestly. We can get something from the bagel shop nearby. I heard they have some good bagels and coffee." Y/n suggested, putting on her boots and grabbing the glasses that were on the nightstand next to the bed. "I'm down." Chan said, looking to Felix, "I'm okay with that." The blonde shrugged, grabbing Y/n's suitcase and pulling it out into the hallway.

Y/n stood up and looked around, making sure that she had left nothing on the ground

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Y/n turned and looked at her brother as she got ready to board the plane, "Okay, so you'll call when you've landed in Monaco, right?" Felix inquired, holding her wrists lightly. Y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled, "I promise that I'll call you as soon as I get to my new home in Monaco. Don't worry about me. Just make sure that you take care of yourself. All of you." Y/n gave a pointed look at Chan.

"What? Why'd you look at me like that?" Chan chuckled nervously, "I'm telling you to take care of yourself. You tend not to do that." Y/n joked, looking him in the side. Chan jumped away as if he was shocked and held his side, "No promises, but I'll try."

"Flight 35 A is now boarding."

Y/n looked over at where people were beginning to line up, "Alright, it seems I've got to go." The girl pointed behind her with a thumb. Felix pulled his sister into a hug and laid his head on her shoulder, "You better call me when you land. I'll fly to Monaco myself if you don't." He said voice muffled into her sweater vest.

"Okay, let go. I have to board." Y/n groaned, pushing the blonde away from her playfully, "See you, Y/n." Chan said, giving the girl a quick hug. Y/n grabbed her carry-on and boarded the plane, "Make sure the other Stray Animals are around when I call. I want to talk to all of you." Y/n spoke.

After a long flight, of which she slept through most, she hopped off the flight feeling groggy and completely disoriented. To be quite honest, she just wanted to go to sleep in a bed with thick blankets and the fan blasting on her face so she didn't overheat while sleeping. The thing was, she wouldn't be able to meet up with the person who sold her the house until the next day because the offices were closed and her stuff wouldn't arrive until the next day either, so she had to get a hotel for the night.

Y/n groaned as she rolled her neck, attempting to massage the stiffness out of her shoulder and neck as she entered the Uber, "Uh, Hôtel Fairmont Monte Carlo, s'il vous plaît." Y/n spoke in a tired and dull tone.

The driver nodded and pulled off. Y/n pulled out her phone and pressed on the contact of the one person she knew would be up. It was 9:41 PM in Monaco, which meant it was 4:41 AM in Seoul currently and there was one person she could guarantee would be up at that time.

Chan.

Y/n pulled out a pair of headphones with a large-diameter ear cup that completely encloses her ear and audio processor and put them on. Y/n looked out the window while the phone rang, "Hey! You're in Monaco, I'm guessing." Chan said as his face popped up on the screen. "Yeah, I'm in an Uber right now. I'm heading to the hotel." Y/n mumbled, mouth stretching into a little yawn.

"Oh, yeah. Your stuff isn't there yet, is it?" Chan asked, looking at something off to the side, "No, it'll be arriving tomorrow afternoon. I'll be contacting Mrs. Wolff tomorrow as well to schedule the interview. The jet lag was going to be a bitch." Y/n sighed, leaning against the window. "Yeah, it is. What time is it there?" Chan questioned, "It's, uh, 9:43 PM." Y/n answered, dragging her eyes away from the fogged-up window to the face on her phone.

"Have you eaten?" Chan questioned, "No, not yet. Have you?" Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I ate some ramen earlier. I'm just snacking on some honey butter chips right now." Chan responded, lifting the yellow bag to the screen.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by the driver, "Madame, nous sommes arrivés à votre destination."

Y/n looked out the window and saw they were indeed in front of the luxury hotel, "D'accord, merci, monsieur. Je vous souhaite une excellente soirée. Sorry, Chan. I have to go. Tell Lixie and the others to text me when they can." Y/n said, exiting the car.

"Okay, I will. Have a good night." Chan said, "Have a good day, mate." Y/n said before hanging up. Y/n pocketed her phone and grabbed her items from the trunk. She waved at the driver in thanks and made her way into the hotel. It was a random one that she picked out and it was probably way too luxurious for a one-night stay, but it was the closest to where her new home would be and she was way too tired to find an even cheaper hotel.

She checked in and paid for the room, trudging up the stairs in a slumped-over position. As soon as she found her room, she stood up and unlocked it as if she was being followed by someone and had to enter quickly. Y/n threw the door open and closed, dropping her bags where she stood before making her way to the bed and getting in

Y/n woke up the next day and immediately ordered an Uber. Her items would be arriving today and she already slept in pretty late. Y/n's dark brown eyes swept the room until they landed on the digital clock on the dresser. It was 2:52 PM. The truck with her stuff would be there around four and the realtor would be there around 3:00, so she had to get going pretty quickly. Luckily, her Uber was on its way and she would be at her new address in no time.

Honk!

Y/n's head snapped up once she had heard the honking of the horn. She could only assume that they were there for her and the chime from her phone telling her that her ride has arrived only confirmed her suspicion. Y/n quickly gathered her items and sped and walked out of the front of the building with her hand up in a wave to show that it was her who had ordered the Uber. Y/n pulled up the trunk after the driver had opened it from the inside of the car.

Y/n put her suitcase and carry-on bag into the trunk and closed it, rushing to get to the backseat and get into the car. "Bonjour, Monsieur. Monaco, La Condamine, 98000 Monaco, s'il vous plaît." Y/n said breathily, pulling her phone out of the bag she had and opening the notes app. Seeing as she would have to move all of her stuff in, of course with the help of the moving pros, and there were some other things she needed to do through the day, she decided that it would be a good idea to make a to-do list.

To do for today and tomorrow

Move my stuff into the house

Rearrange everything to my liking

Unpack everything

Go grocery shopping

Call Mrs. Wolff back

Y/n reread the list over and over to see if anything else came to mind, but when nothing did, she pocketed her phone again and stared out the window. Monaco was a truly gorgeous place and she could see herself living out the rest of her life in this beautiful country.

She could definitely see herself finding a man or woman, who would most definitely be an F1 fan seeing as the country basically lived and breathed F1, finding a much better home, settling down, and having a family.

It wasn't something she wanted anytime soon since she was still pretty young, but it was something she could see happening when she was ready.

Actually, now that Y/n thought about it, and as the car passed by the water, she doesn't think any house, which was actually one of those apartments where you have a whole floor to yourself, would be better than the one she got. It cost an arm and a leg to get and she would be able to afford it after she finally started the PA position.

The flat included three bedrooms, one bathroom, two shower rooms, one separate toilet and a kitchen. In total, it has four rooms. Two underground parking spaces provide space for any vehicles and a balcony that overlooked the water. It that high street, city center, bus station, and shopping center all within 500 m, so it was well situated.

Y/n sighed and closed her eyes. This was the start of her new life. While she was is Monaco, she was going to be a different person then what she was in Australia. Gone is the shy, antisocial, introverted girl that lived in Sydney and in is the girl who is still the same thing, but trying to be more confident.

"Pardonnez-moi, madame. Nous sommes arrivés." The driver announced, "Hm? Oh, merci beaucoup." Y/n thanked as she exited the car. She waited until the driver popped the trunk and then grabbed her things, "Merci encore, madame. J'espère que vous passerez une excellente soirée."

The driver gave Y/n a smile, "C'est très gentil de votre part. J'espère que vous passerez également une excellente soirée." She responded before driving off, giving Y/n a wave as she drove off.

"Miss Lee?" A voice with a thick accent called out from behind her. Y/n whirled around to face a tall man with dark, curly hair, a chisled jaw, and broad shoulders. It was the realtor, "Ah, Mr. Tomatis. How are you doing today?" Y/n greeted, looking to the side so she didn't make eye contact. "I am well. Listen, I would love to stay and talk with you, but I have an important showing to do, so here's your keys. Enjoy your new home." Mr. Tomatis gently place the keys into her hands before walking off.

"Oh-kay. Guess it's time to check out the new place in person." Y/n took a deep breath, trilling as she exhaled. The girl made her way into the building until she reached her floor. Y/n put the key into the door and unlocked it, "Home sweet home, I guess. Once I step through this door, my new life officially starts." Y/n mumbled, resting her forehead against the cool wood. Y/n opened the door and wheeled her suitcase in behind her, "Woah, this is sick!" Y/n awed, looking around her home.

She left the suitcase and carry-on near the entrance and walked around, looking through each room and mentally mapping what went into each room and how she would lay everything out.

Once she was done with her mental mapping, her hands fell to her sides and she looked around with a flat face and eyes dulled due to boredom.

She didn't know what to do now.

The truck wouldn't be there until four and it was only... Y/n looked down at the screen of her phone, which displayed the time in a large blue font...3:12.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Y/n's head. She had to schedule the interview and was advised to do so once she was settled down enough, but since she had time to waste, why not do it now? Y/n opened her contacts and pressed on Susie's, making sure it was on speaker, "Hello?" The sweet Irish voice that Y/n had heard last time, answered the phone.

"Uh, yes. It's Y/n Lee. I'm calling to set up my interview for the PA position." Y/n stammered, "Oh, Ms. Lee! I've been expecting your call back. I assume that means you're in Monaco?" Susie asked, "Yeah, uh, yes...ma'am." Y/n confirmed, nodding as of the woman on the other line could see her.

"Great, I know that you're going to need some time to settle down completely, so the interview will not be taking place any time this week. How about the next week around 10:00 AM? What day works for you?" Susie questioned, "I can do next week. How about Wednesday?" Y/n pulled out a pen and pad of paper to write down the date and time. "Wednesday works perfectly. Alright, I will e you then." Susie said.

"See you then." Y/n confirmed before pressing the 'end call' button. Just as Y/n put her phone on the counter, she got another call but this time from the company that had her stuff, telling her that they had arrived early and were ready to move her stuff in.

Y/n ran out the front door and down the stairs to see that they had indeed arrived earlier than planned and were already beginning to unload the lighter stuff, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be so early. Please, follow me and I'll show you where my apartment is." Y/n said, grabbing a box and leading the way to her floor.

After showing the movers where she was, Y/n went back down to grab another, but before she could make it too far, someone stopped her. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're moving in. Do you want some help?" A tall slender man with dark hair and dark eyes. The man in front of her was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome and Y/n was the definition of awkward around pretty people.

Y/n opened her mouth to decline, probably stutter through the sentence before falling too embarrassed to continue speaking, when another voice spoke up. "Babe, what are you doing? Who's this?" A woman who absolutely gorgeous saddeled herself next to the man, looking up at Y/n with a raised, perfectly sculpted, eyebrow. "I-uh..." Y/n's eyes darted around frantically, trying to find any way out of the situation.

She knew she said she was going to be a totally different person than she was in Australia, but she had the worst night of sleep where her body got too hot with the blankets, too cold with the fan, and still too hot with both. She also kept waking up randomly during the night, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She also may be up and doing things, but she was severely jet lagged and wanted to do nothing, but drop dead on the floor and sleep until she could physically no longer sleep.

Y/n was going to be quite honest, she could use the help and it would make things go a lot faster, but how was she, a socially awkward person, to talk to two very pretty people?

Answer; she didn't.

She walked past them with a quick 'excuse me' pretending like she didn't hear them. If they got upset with her, she'll just say her hearing aids weren't on or turned up enough for her to hear that they were speaking to her. "Wait! Ma'am, hold on." The man called out, following Y/n outside and grabbing her wrist gently, stopping her in her tracks. Y/n steeled herself and whirled around with a fake smile, "Oh, sorry. Can I, uh, can I help you?" Y/n asked, eyes darting between the man, who was giving her a smile, and the woman, who was scowling at her with her arms crossed.

"Yes, you can help us. My boyfriend asked you a question and you just walked past us as if you didn't hear. Are you deaf or something?" The girl sneered.

"Yes."

"Pa-pardon?" The girl asked, dropping her arms, Y/n turned her head to the side, showing the couple her cochlear and the the hearing aid, "I-I am in fact...deaf." Y/n muttered, turning to go get more boxes. Behind her she could hear the flustered man scolding his girlfriend while she stammered out flustered responses,

"How could you-?!"

"I..I didn't know, okay? Hop off my balls."

"Woman, what balls would I be hopping off of?"

"I... You... Just shut up! We should be helping anyway."

The two stopped their flustered play fighting as Y/n walked past. They both grabbed boxes and followed her, "Hey, we are so sorry." The man spoke up, speed walking so he was next to Y/n, "Especially me. I didn't know you were actually deaf and even if you weren't, I wasn't being the nicest. It's just, and this isn't an excuse, there have been some... how do I say this?" The girl asked, looking up.

"Issues." The man supplied, the woman snapped her fingers and pointed at her boyfriend before quickly putting her hand back under the box as it began to tip over in her hands, "Issues. We have had some issues with our last neighbours and it made me sort of defensive. Sorry about that. My name Chiara Lorenzi and this is my boyfriend..." Chiara trailed off so that he could speak for himself.

"Aaron Antognelli. And you are?" Aaron asked, depositing the box on the floor of Y/n's apartment, "Y/n Lee." Y/n answered. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope we get to become very good friends in the near future." Chiara said, nudging the taller girl as she and Aaron walked out to grab more boxes.

With the extra two sets of hands, Y/n and the movers were able to get everything inside quickly and it was a good thing too since the sky began to dark with thick rain clouds. "Um, thank you for your help." Y/n muttered, going into her house and beginning to close the door when a hand appeared between the door and the frame, keeping her from closing it fully, "Hold on there, kangaroo. Don't you want help unpacking?" Aaron asked.

"Oh, no. I couldn't ask for that. You have done quite a bit a-and I don't know you well enough." Y/n frantically shook her head. The couple shared a look before turning back to Y/n, "Please, we... I insist. We want to make up for the rocky way we greeted you. Of course, we won't force you to and if you don't want us to help you, we'll leave." Chiara said.

Y/n sighed and nodded, opening the door fully to let the couple in. She didn't know them or trust them, but she also needed all the help she could get. That, and she was shit at decorating, so it would be nice to enlist the help of someone else.

Chiara and Aaron looked around, "Why does your apartment look so much better than ours?" Aaron asked, "I thought they were all the same." Y/n said, looking at her spacious place. "Nah, yours has much more space, but it could be the fact that you're living alone that makes it seem that way." Aaron shrugged.

Chiara whirled around and clapped her hands together, "Alright, let's get this done."

With a yelp, Y/n fell out of her bed as the alarm she had set on her phone blared in her ear that contained the hearing aid. She had so much fun with Aaron and Chiara the previous night that she ended up going to be later than she usually liked to whenever she had something important to do the next day. After the day they helped her unpack, the two quickly became friends Y/n and they had been hanging out with each other ever since.

Y/n groaned and hobbled over to a cabinet near her bed where she kept her medicine, "Shit, getting drunk the day before my interview was not smart." Y/n grumbled, opening a bottle of pills and a bottle of water from her mini fridge.

Y/n gathered her clothing and put it on the end of the bed then went and took a scalding hot shower that helped her sober up. Y/n gave a quiet groan as she messaged her shoulders, "Man, my shoulders are stiff." She complained.

Stepping out of the shower, Y/n put on her outfit, which consisted of wool wide-leg pants, a skims t-shirt bodysuit, a nocturne cropped jacket, and a pair of heeled patchwork boots. Looking in the mirror, Y/n narrowed her eyes, "Hmm, wait." Y/n looked around to the clothes she had thrown everywhere when looking for a good outfit.

Her room was covered in an explosion of beige, brown, white, and black. There was not a lick of color in any of her wardrobe, save for her shoes, which were still not brightly colored, so they still fit her aesthetic. "I need to add some color to my wardrobe." Y/n muttered, before grabbing her things and making her way down to where the Uber was waiting for her.

She gave the driver the address of a café that Susie had suggested, Café de Paris, and off they went. Y/n's heart thudded so hard in her chest that she was pretty sure that the beat was coming from her stomach rather than her chest. Y/n ran a hand through her long, messy hair and tried to calm the nervous feeling in her stomach.

The driver looked at Y/n through the rear mirror and cleared his throat, "Nerveux? Vous avez un rendez-vous ou une raison de vous énerver?" He asked, causing Y/n to jump from the sudden addressing. "Euh, oui. J'ai un entretien très important. J'ai déjà obtenu le poste, mais je suis encore nerveux." Y/n answered shakily, wringing her hands together nervously.

The driver studied Y/n through the mirror before turning his eyes back to the road, "Eh, don't be nervous. It must be just a 'get to know you' interview." The driver said, switching to English and waving a hand to the side as if he was brushing Y/n's nervousness away.

"You're right. Merci, Monsieur." Y/n sighed, leaning back against the headrest. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Susie sat at a table in Café de Paris, occasionally looking at her watch as she waited for Y/n to arrive. Admittedly, she had arrived a bit too early, but she was excited. She had been looking forward to finally starting the F1 academy and with Y/n working by her side, she'd make these girls into Formula One champions.

Susie continued looking out the window for Y/n, even though she has no idea what Y/n looked like at all. Y/n walked through the door and approached Susie from behind, "Mrs. Wolff?" Y/n spoke up, causing the blonde woman to jump up. As soon as they were face-to-face, both women froze.

Now, Y/n was open about her sexuality and what she liked, but Susie wasn't. Susie had never been interested in women and she wasn't one who would ever fall in love when she already had a husband and a beautiful son, but Susie's heart raced looking at the younger woman and she couldn't understand why. Susie had no problem admitting when another woman is beautiful and the one in front of her? Well, she was drop dead gorgeous in Susie's eyes.

"Ah, Ms. Lee. You startled me." Susie chuckled, putting a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. Whether it was racing because of Y/n's beauty or because she genuinely got startled, she didn't know. Either way, the woman in front of her made her heart race. "My apologies, Mrs. Wolff. I didn't mean to scare you." Y/n apologized, giving the older woman a shallow bow instinctively.

"Shall we sit and begin?" Susie asked, gesturing to the chair. Y/n nodded and sat down across from the older woman. "Okay, remember that you already have the job. This is just to get to know you a bit more. Do you want to order something or do you just want to start?" Susie questioned.

"I would like to order something." Y/n muttered, Susie gestured to someone and a waiter came over, "Are you ladies ready to order?" The waiter asked politely. "Yes, I would like a chocolate chaud and panna cotta parfumeé au citron." Susie told the waiter who wrote it down before turning to Y/n, "I would like Le Chou Profiterole and the Irish coffee. Please." Y/n said.

Once the waiter finished writing down their orders and left, Susie turned back to Y/n with a smile that made Y/n want to throw herself off a cliff. She was so pretty and Y/n didn't think Susie knew just how gorgeous she was.

"Okay, let's start while we're waiting for our orders. Can you tell me about yourself?" Susie questioned, "Oh okay, um... I'm Y/n Lee, I am half Chinese and Half Australian, I am 23 years old, I want to do modeling in my spare time, I like surfing and skiing, and I used to be a Formula Two driver before I contracted meningitis and had to stop." Y/n replied.

"You contracted meningitis?" Susie asked, "I did. I lost hearing in my right ear," Y/n turned her head and moved her hair, showing her cochlear, "I had to get a cochlear for my right ear and I have a hearing aid in my left because I'm losing my hearing in that ear. After I got my surgery, I just decided not to continue driving even though I would love to continue." Y/n shrugged.

Susie nodded, "If you had the chance, would you try and continue to drive in F2?" Susie questioned. Y/n sighed and looked around the café, "I honestly never thought about it. I wanted to but I didn't have enough money to continue, so I thought that my chances were over. If I had the chance to do it again, I don't know if I would take it. I'm turning 23 soon and I fell like I'm getting too old." Y/n said, looking up as the waiter arrived with their stuff.

"Thank you/Merci." Susie and Y/n said simultaneously. Y/n brought the glass mug up to her lips and took a sip of the drink. Y/n put the mug down and looked at Susie again, "What are your goals for the next five years?" Susie asked.

"Hmm, I think I still see myself working in the motorsports world or perhaps attempting to further my modeling career. Or both." Y/n answered, picking up one of the cream puff and taking a bite, refraining from making any sort of noise.

"Do you consider yourself a passionate person when it comes to this sport?" Susie inquired, Y/n nodded as she swallowed the pastry in her mouth, "I was..am...Before I got meningitis, I was obsessed with being a Formula One driver. I was about as passionate about it like most of the guys on the grid. It was my passion." Y/n explained.

Susie nodded and sat back in her chair, "That'll be all." She said, picking up her spoon and eating some of her panna cotta parfumeé au citron. Y/n paused halfway from the plate where she was reaching for another mini creampuff, "That's all?" She asked, "That's all." Susie reiterated

"Okay." Y/n nodded. She was honestly so unsure as to why she needed to do the interview when she was only going to be asked about four questions, "Now, let's get to know each other since we're going to be working closely together. My name is Suzanne Wolff, but you can call me Susie. I am Scottish, 39 years old, I have a wonderful husband who is the team principal of Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula One team, and I have a gorgeous fiver-year-old son named Jack." Susie introduced herself.

The woman held out a hand for Y/n to shake, "It's wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Wolff. I look forward to working with you." Y/n said, grabbing the older woman's hand and shaking it firmly. Susie waved off her formalities, "Oh, please. Call me Susie. We'll be working close together, so we might as well drop the formalities." She chuckled.

The two women continued to talk about random topics, getting to know each other more and more. The two became quick friends and even made plans to hang outside of work sometime in the future and even talked about Y/n meeting her son and husband since she would have to meet them eventually.

By the time Y/n was in her Uber and on her way home, it was well into the afternoon and Y/n had a small permanent smile on her face as she thought about the older woman.

Y/n hated to admit it, but she tended to catch feelings for people quite easily. She didn't and never would believe in love at first sight, but she did believe that one can get to know someone well enough to gain some sort of feelings for someone.

And Y/n could tell that the bubbling feeling in her stomach was her feeling giddy and anxious. She was beginning to feel something for the older married woman, but she brushed it off. It was just a small puppy crush, and even if it wasn't, nothing would ever come of it. Susie was a heterosexual married woman with a family and if there was one thing Y/n could never be, it was a homewrecker.

Susie entered her home happily. Her husband and son greeting her at the entrance, "Hello, liebling. How was the interview? I can assume it went well since you're smiling from ear to ear." Toto said, kissing his wife on the forehead. "She's perfect, Toto. She is everything I wanted and more in a personal assistant. Not to mention she's absolutely gorgeous. If she were to go to a GP, people would assume she is some sort of supermodel WAG." Susie said absentmindedly.

Toto gave his wife an odd look as she bent down to greet their five-year-old. His wife was what some people would call a girl's girl and she definitely has complimented other women before, but the way she had talked about the woman she had met with made him feel curious. She had never sounded so infatuated with anyone other than him and Jack.

Of course, Toto knew that his wife was not going to cheat on him and especially not with another woman, but there was just a feeling in his gut that said there was something more than just a regular excitement to be getting the F1 Academy project off the ground.

"Yeah? Is that right?" Toto asked, "Yes. She used to be a F2 driver too, so she is the most perfect candidate for the job. I think you and Jackie would lover her." Susie said, kissing the top of Jack's head and carrying him into the kitchen.

Toto shook his head as he chuckled. He didn't know what the woman was like, but she must have been super amazing because she left such an impression on his wife that she was positively gushing about the new PA.

By the time Susie stopped talking about the new PA, Toto himself couldn't wait to meet her and he was now sharing the excitement that she was practically projecting off her in waves.

This was the start of something new and both Wolff's could tell.

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Sakura Haruno Fanfiction!!

Started: 2024.05.01

Last Updated: 2024.05.31

Total Works: 48

Okay, I absolutely adore Sakura as a character, but I do wish that we got a bit more of her just being awesome and progressing as a ninja. Generally speaking, I prefer multichapter (finished) fics, so that is what this list is primarily going to contain. This list contains my some of my favorite Sakura centric fanfiction, so everyone can enjoy these masterpieces too!!

note: this is my original list, but you can also check out my master list which has some more fics, is organized, and gets updated!!

Survival of the fittest - cywscross || ao3 || T || shikasaku || canon divergent || one shot

Sakura is thirteen, still a Genin, lost in the middle of Earth Country, lugging an unconscious Chuunin around, and so far beyond scared that she’s moved right on to pissed off.

AHHHH this one is soooo good!!! I know I literally just said that this list is mainly going to be multi-chapter fics, but survival of the fittest is great!

The Ocean is Deep and Dark - Pleasedial123 || ao3 || M || canon divergent || complete

Gato doesn't trust Zabuza to get the job done. Instead he sends a team of thugs to ambush the Bridge Builder on his return to Wave. Team Seven, exhausted from their fight and Kakashi still unconscious, is separated. Sakura gets captured. Terrible things happen to pretty girls in the hands of men like Gato and his thugs. But Zabuza puts his claim in first and suddenly Sakura isn't the prisoner of a civillian businessman and his hired muscle. Suddenly she's Momichi Zabuza's.

I won't lie, I have a soft spot for fics that take place during the land of waves arc, especially when they focus on Sakura's growth. I love how Zabuza was portrayed in this as although he wasn't necessarily a bad guy, he wasn't a good one either. He simply has morals. Sakura's fear in this is also quite raw and eye opening as it covers a theme that isn't ever covered in the original series. The reality is, the world is not kind to women, and a captured young female ninja is most certainly going to be at some untasteful risks. Oh, team 7's concern was also pretty touching ngl.

Satori (Between the Lines) - Jaylene || ffn || gen || T || AU || complete

While attending the Academy, Sakura's field experience assignment with the Konohagakure Intelligence Division ends up being more valuable than she'd ever guess.

Pulling my weight - itsthechocopuff || ao3/ffn || shikasakucho || T || AU || complete

During their mission to Wave, Sakura realises how behind she is in her training and decides to do something about it. She vows to become a shinobi her Village and her teammates can respect and depend on. But Sakura has always been a paper-ninja, so her first stop for inspiration is the library where she finds unexpected help in the form of one very bored tokujo who quickly goes on to become an integral part of her life. Soon, despite the neglect of her sensei and all odds seemingly against her, Sakura's destiny begins to change.

Kill Your Heroes - TheLightAtLastAndAlways || ao3/ffn || T || canon divergent || ongoing

It's time to stop waiting for other people to save you. A story about fear, resilience, and Sakura.

I feel like anyone that is a fan of Sakura centric fics has read this one and it's for a good reason! Probably one of my all time favorites as I love how Sakura's emotions are handled in this and simply the fact that she is so driven by fear and just the will to keep surviving. It's an aspect of the original series that just was not addressed imo. They are essentially child soldiers, so I wish that we got to witness more moments of vulnerability from the young ninja. Unfortunately, it probably won't be finishing anytime soon.

Stumble - writer168 || ao3/ffn || gen || T || time travel AU || complete

Sakura wanted to die. Sasori was fine with staying dead. But it seemed fate had other plans for them, because when they both wake up younger with blood pulsing through their veins, they had to remember how to live again. Time Travel AU

We need more fics with Genma and Ibiki!!!!

Five Petals - PrecariousSauce || ao3 || sasusaku || gen || canon divergent || complete

Several things happen all at once in less than a minute’s time. Sakura’s elbow slams into Sasuke’s side from an angle he doesn’t anticipate, sending him tumbling end over end off the branch. Sasuke rights himself just a second too late and without checking where he’s going to land– When he does his knee twists, he feels a lightning bolt of pain shoot from his sole to his head, his leg gives out. And Orochimaru’s teeth sink down to the gum in Sakura’s shoulder.

Blind - ObsidianSickle || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

It was almost time, Orochimaru was going to take his body as a vessel. He hated being used...he refused to be used. With that thought, he took the kunai in his hand and slashed across his eyes.

I won't lie, Sakura is kinda weak in this one and it got pretty cheesy, but I still enjoyed it.

A Twist in Time - wolf08 || ffn || sasusaku || T || time travel AU || complete

With Konoha on the verge of destruction, Sakura is sent on a last-resort mission to save her world by travelling to the past. Join her in coping with her old body's shortcomings, testing the natural laws of time, falling in love all over again, and rediscovering who she is.

With Every Beat - halfdemonfan || ffn || sasusaku || M || canon divergent || incomplete

Pain can come in various forms. Sakura had suffered all of them; but with the war raging on she found the torture would continue.

Ghosts - ElegiesforShiva || ffn || sausaku || M || AU || incomplete

In love and loss, it often comes back to family, and Team 7 had always been fated, hadn't they? Deny it as she may, Sakura finds her heart strung to them with an uncanny reverence and the weight of their ghosts. Sakura-centric. Heavy, heavy angst. Slow burn Sasusaku. Canon pairings. Lots of friendship feels. Eventual (consensual) lemon.

I won't lie, this one is pretty dark, so definitely read the TWs if that applies to you.

Your Move, Instigator (draw your weapon and hold your tongue) - Laysan_albatross || ao3|| AU || complete

“We are still under wartime policy,” the recruiter had told her parents. He had an envelope in his hand. He sounded sorry. “She has two parents who are successful ninjas. We would be remiss to overlook her potential based upon that alone.” The Third Shinobi War never ended. Konoha needs more soldiers, grabbing anyone who can fight, especially those who can't say no.

You guys, I love this one to death. It's definitely a darker take on the Naruto universe, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I've been looking for more like this fic where the civilian born shinobi are deemed as more expendable (thrown into war prematurely).

Find Your Place (whatever it takes) - Dovey || ao3 || AU || incomplete

The war lasts longer than in canon, and has only just ended. While most of the 'Konoha 12' are clan heirs and thus protected from having to go to war prematurely, Sakura is from a civilian family, with naturally advanced chakra control, and thus is thrown immediately onto the frontlines. Now she's on a genin team in peacetime, and she's struggling to figure out how to live when she's not constantly at risk of dying. Team seven bonds in new weird ways, The Uchiha are actually all dead except for Sasuke (including war-hero itachi) who's got a chip on his shoulder the size of Konoha, Naruto isn't the kyuubi container and he finds Sakura kinda scary. Sakura would just like to have a hobby.

This one I actually have not read (I hope to read), but "your move, instigator" was inspired by this one!

Icarus (protect the flames) - ginoeh || ao3 || canon divergent || incomplete

When Sakura realizes that playing little girl and flunking combat training had probably been a gross miscalculation on her part, she’s stranded in a rickety home in a run down country with an unconscious sensei. Sakura isn’t sure if she can make up for that mistake before it kills her or her team but she sure as hell will give it her best shot. She really couldn’t have known that falling victim to Hatake Kakashi’s unique attempts at teaching would open up another can of worms entirely.

team. - waterpllar || ao3 || AU || complete

She’s under Neji's command, which apparently means she’s under the Hyuuga’s command. The Hyuuga’s role is on the frontlines, but Neji must be special for a kid from the branch family, because they mostly send him and Sakura out after the big battles are done, to pick off the wounded, and burn bodies. Sakura kind of wishes she had someone to keep her from the big fights, too. Her job is with Neji, taking back kekkei genkai and retrieving important people’s bodies, but she has other assignments, too. She’s given a dull kunai and told to go through the battlefield, dodging blows and jutsus from friend and foe, slashing at whatever isn’t wearing a Konoha headband. (the third shinobi war doesn't end, dragging on for years. konoha is running out of troops, and unimportant children in the academy with even a modicum of talent are snatched up to the warfront. sakura, unfortunately, is one of them. so is neji.)

Yay, a fic inspired by "your move, instigator" so of course I gotta put it on the list!! Although, I gotta say that the ending was rather disappointing imo. There was so much potential, but the author admitted to not wanting to continue the story so it was cut short. Hopefully more works of this nature will come to light!

Cold Green Eyes - Wolfgang_in_the_Stars || ao3 || AU || complete

Haruno Sakura is 12 years old when she realises she has to make some changes in her life or else she'll die. Three years ago, Sakura split herself. Inner took her trauma, her pain, her violence, and Outer took the rest. If she wants to survive, if she wants to become a strong kunoichi, she'll have to accept herself as a whole. It's not as easy as it sounds.

Home is Where the Heart is - DeepPoeticGirl || ffn || sasusaku || T || blank period || canon divergent || complete

And with every moment together, they get just a little closer, a little more comfortable with each other. Fall a little more in love. Post-war. Pre-epilogue.

In Times of Peace - SouthSideStory || ffn || sasusaku || M || blank period || canon divergent || complete

The war is over, and like Konoha, Team 7 has rebuilt itself from the ground up. Everything has changed, but Sasuke and Sakura remain much the same. Eleven years, she thinks, is a long time to be in love.

Ripples - Yellow Mask || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

Following a botched mission, Sakura is made a slave by Sound, a position that could very well alter the future…especially concerning a certain familiar missing-nin.

I thought this fic was pretty interesting as we get to see Sasuke under Orochimaru's command.

The Pack Survives - ihopethelightwillshineupon || ao3 || team 7 || canon divergent || complete

When a simple C-rank mission turns into a straight-up nightmare, the members of Team Seven narrowly escape with their lives. They end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, each of them injured and forced to rely on one another for help. They’ve only been a team for a couple of weeks, still distant from one another, still trying hard to prove themselves. But when they’re all hurt and struggling desperately to survive, they have no choice but to lower their walls. Stranded far away from the village, Team Seven fights to get back home safely – but with help impossibly far away, with their food supplies shrinking and with their injuries slowing them down, their journey becomes more difficult with every step. In the wake of their struggle, though, their bonds grow steadily stronger.

Sakura is not the main character in this one as it it more focused on team 7 as a whole, but she still has some great development!

Return & Rehash - SpaceNugget11 || ffn || sasusaku || M || time travel AU || incomplete

"You," Sakura snarled with bared teeth. Sasuke gagged for air, clutching at her forearm, but she only pressed harder into him. Her green eyes crackled, and she wished she could burn him alive with the heat of her anger.

An Inch of Gold - KuriQuinn || ffn || sasusaku || T || time travel AU || complete

Team 7 is sent on a mission to investigate a disturbance outside of the village, where they encounter an unconscious girl in a crater. The mysterious Sarada insists she's a shinobi from the Hidden Leaf trying to rescue her teammates. When the team discovers she possesses a Sharingan, things become even more unbelievable. [Part of the Legacy of Fire Series]

Honestly, anything by this author is great! The writing captures the personalities of the characters so well and I'm a complete sucker for the whole Sarada meets Sakura and Sasuke trope!! Sasusaku is super cute in this (while being realistic) and I love how Kakashi is such a shipper.

Trial by Ninja - jacobk || ffn || T || canon divergence || complete

To become great, one must overcome great opponents. A moment of inspiration during the chuunin exam puts Sakura on the path to greatness, whether she likes it or not.

Loyalty - TrueRadicalDreamer || ffn/ao3 || M || AU || complete

A ten-year-old Haruno Sakura is put in the worst situation of her young life - being forced into working as a spy for an enemy village. As she navigates the mores of her new world, Sakura begins to realize that she is changing as a person and that she may not recognize who it is she is becoming. A story about personal responsibility, about the duties of a ninja to their village, and about the true meaning of loyalty. (Pre-Skip, Unapologetically Sakura-centric, 13 years in the writing)

Ok, a little note here is that this fic is actually being rewritten. I read the old version and loved it (the one I linked), but there is a new one coming out on ao3 although I think it might incomplete. Nonetheless, I HIGHLY recommend this one as I think it's great and pleasantly dark!

Five Kingdoms for the Dead - EvilIsARelativeTerm || ffn || M || AU || complete

After the Forest of Death, Sakura comes to realize that being weak is no longer an option. However, she finds that change is sometimes painful and that truth doesn't always come easy. Luckily, she'll have some help along the way.

Two words: SO GOOD!!!! It made me wish that we got more of Sakura and Neji doing missions together.

It's Just That Any One of Us Is Half Without Another One Is You - Branch || ao3 || AU || complete

An AU in which all the character development of part one gets its due: Kakashi finds another way, Sasuke does not leave the Leaf, Itachi remains a villain, no one is a carbon copy of a previous generation, Sakura grows up to be terrifying, Sasuke finds his way back to family, and Naruto wins all hearts. Featuring Team Seven fluff, filling in the time-skip, and a rather different second half. Drama, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Action, Occasional Porn.

I Know Those Eyes - roomfishing || ffn || sasusaku || T || AU || complete

Seven years following Sasuke’s disappearance, Sakura, now a medical-nin, goes on an ANBU assassination mission. SasuSaku. Contains spoilers, PG-13 for mild V, L, S.

A Lesson in Humility - aobears || ao3 || itasaku || AU || incomplete

It's a fierce desire to protect, to possess. What's Sakura's will stay Sakura's, until she says otherwise. Where Sakura gets sick of being the weak link.

These Eyes of Mine (I Can See) - tsukuyue || ao3 || gen || time travel AU || complete

They've lost. Naruto was dead, killed at Kaguya’s hands. Along with him died any illusions of hope that they could win. They couldn’t win, but perhaps they wouldn’t need to. In attempts to stop the Fourth Shinobi War from ever occuring, Sakura is sent back in time to the moment of her birth. Protecting the people she cared about would be much easier if she knew all the facts. OR Where Sakura can see the dead, and Danzō deserves to die.

Little Piece of Heaven - Leanne Ash || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

"I don't do it because I think you're weak! I do it because—! Because I… just… Never mind." Years later it finally happened. Unfortunately, she just didn't care anymore. A story of love and irony, where one is oblivious… and the other is Sasuke.

Dessert Blossom - Aphiria || ffn || kankusaku || T || AU || complete

Sakura’s accepted a mission to help Suna with an unknown illness that has affected a handful of its villagers. And all Kankurou has to do is watch over her while she’s in his city. It should be easy. Right?

Despite me being a sasusaku fan, I've always been a sucker for kankusaku every since she healed him in shippuden, so this was a nice read (a bit cheesy but fun).

Two Minds (are better than one) - Lesemaus16 || ao3 || gen || AU || complete

Tobirama doesn't generally object to being reborn. He does object to being stuck in the mind of a little girl, though. Sakura grows up with a grumpy voice in her head, telling her to train more. Tobirama's influence on Sakura might very well change the story. Or maybe not, who knows.

Tobirama is such a great character (so refreshing) and his interactions with Sakura in this are gold! I hope one day Kishimoto will release some side stories about him and other characters from his time as we really don't know that much about them tbh.

Expedient - SwiftKick || ffn || T || AU || complete

Konoha and Iwa sign a truce and agree to an Exchange Program between recently promoted genin to "bolster village relations." Fortunately, if anything were to go wrong, Haruno Sakura was just average enough to risk losing.

Wow, this one is another all time favorite of mine! I didn't have high expectations going into it, but this fic is truly great. Deidara is such a fun character and I really enjoyed Sakura's growth in this.

The Nearest Star - summersirius || ao3 || minasaku || canon divergent || complete

The quest for strength comes from the spirit or in this case, the soul. —Minato/Sakura

I quite honestly though that I was going to hate this because of the pairing, but it was surprisingly very well done! Also, Sakura is a total badass in this.

Trials of Change - Espoiretreves || ao3 || gen || time travel AU || complete

Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life. Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War. Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic put her through have her questioning her very existence, but for the sake of peace, she has to push forward. No matter what.

This one is a really good non-massacre fic where we get to see Shisui!

Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem - Tozette || ao3 || gen || M || canon divergent || complete

The invasion of Konoha during the chuunin exam didn't fail. Team seven is broken, people are dead, and Sakura is hurt and frightened and a very long way from home. Alternative summary: In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people's legs.

This one is pretty gross tbh, but I highly recommend!

Obito-Sensei - Ser Serendipity || ffn || gen || M || AU || ongoing

During the fateful mission to the Kannabi Bridge, Obito is too slow, and Kakashi ends up paying the price with his life. Years later, Elite Jonin Mangekyou no Obito is placed in charge of a very familiar genin team, determined to keep them safe in a world at peace. Or: Obito surviving wrecks everything, in twenty steps or less.

Time Flies Like An Arrow - Katlou303 || ao3 || gen || K || time travel AU || complete

Sakura traveled back in time with the intent of changing everything, but something went wrong, and now she's four years old having nightmares about impossible monsters and losing friends she has yet to meet.

Labyrinthine - FM_White || ao3 || itasaku || M || AU || complete

ItaSaku (Post Uchiha Massacre) AU: Some things are destined to be. It just takes a couple of tries to get there. ItaSaku. Light KakaSaku.

I actually really liked how this was done as team 7 is still a family, Sasuke didn't lose his mind, Itachi picked a much more respectable path imo, and the characters are all adults.

The Misadventures of Kakashi and the Girl From No Where - Goldfishlover73 || ao3 || kakasaku || M || time travel AU || complete

When a girl called Sakura seemingly falls in the sky, Kakashi is skeptical. Far more skeptical than the rest of Team Minato are. War is approaching quickly and this strange girl is leaving more questions than answers in her wake, Kakashi must decide where his trust and loyalties lie in a constantly changing world.

Told in the perspective of Kakashi in his youth! Really interesting take and I love how strong Sakura is in this in addition to the fact that we get to see a different side of Kakashi that we aren't used to.

The Sixth Shadow - thinknicht || ao3 || kakasaku || M || canon divergent - eventual time travel AU || ongoing

No one seemed to find it odd when little Haruno Sakura threw herself smack dab in front of a Chidori and Rasengan. Not even Kakashi stopped to wonder. (He really should have.)

The story of how Sakura came to be the sixth hogake despite all of the challenges thrown her way. Maybe I'm just late to the game, but this is a true hidden gem! Such an interesting take on how the events of the series could have unfolded. I especially love Sakura's drive in addition to the political aspects. However, be warned that Kakashi is an absolute HATER (in the beginning), but he gets better! Also, the fic is super long....

Hell's Radiance - Angel of the Godless || ffn || M || AU || complete

AU Fate can be a twisted thing, some only exist in hate. Sakura was one of those, a container of the most feared demon in history, hated by her village. Lost in the darkness, she tried to find a reason for living.

Will Of Stone - sadfascist || ffn || M || AU || complete

Timeskip: Sakura travels to the Earth Country to take the Iwa chuunin exam. Waiting for her there is a place of ancient wonder… violent trials… star-crossed love… and a conspiracy that threatens world peace itself. An epic novel. COMPLETE.

Another really long fic.

still waters by Vulpecula_et_Anser || ao3 || gen || M || canon AU || one-shot complete

Sakura is twelve when she queues up in front a desk with a bunch of other equally-terrified looking shinobi. The ages range from younger than her to old enough to be her grandpa. The man sitting at the desk is stony-faced as he doles out assignments. Sakura obediently shuffles forward when it is her turn, and recites her shinobi identification number in a shaky voice when asked. When the provost marshal looks at her, looks down at his paper, looks back at her, and grimaces, Sakura knows it’s not going to be good. or How Sakura survives the war, told in bits and pieces.

Canon-fodder! Sakura makes her shinobi debut on the front lines, forcing her to get creative in her means to survive. It's gritty, raw, and the clever use of seals is great! Y'all know this type of story is my personal guilty pleasure (also one of the best I've read thus far)...

A Drop of Poison by Androgyninja || ao3 || gen || M || canon divergent || complete

After being humiliated during a sparring match, Sakura realizes that she no longer wants to base her future on a boy who doesn't even like her. With a newfound sense of determination, she sets off to become a truly terrifying kunoichi, making her fair share of friends and enemies along the way. In other words, Sakura discovers who she really wants to be and fucks shit up along the way. And if she poisons a few important people? Well, that's just collateral damage. Begins during Sakura's final year at the academy and ends right before the canon time skip.

Where the hierarchy of the clans and clanless is more prominent than ever, Sakura comes to the stark realization of her true purpose on team 7. Along with fics like Kill Your Heroes, Sakura makes sacrifices out of her newfound determination to become a respected shinobi. However, her actions bring ramifications which she'll have to face head first. Also, poison-user! Sakura is such a great idea (I wish this was canon)!

Only a Crush by Gingersoup || ao3 || kakasaku || M || canon divergent || complete

It was supposed to be an easy, fun night out. She never intended to wake up in her sensei's bed, half-naked and with no memory of what happened the night before! As she tries to unravel the mystery of that night, something sinister is growing beyond the walls of the Leaf Village... and what was only a crush spirals wildly out of control.

Sakura is unwillingly thrust into the world of illegal drugs, trafficking, and sex all while coming to terms with her new feelings regarding her former sensei. I typically don't like kakasaku, but I think this work is done tastefully well. The characters are both adults and the immorality of the relationship is not ignored, so be prepared for a lot of "we can't," "this is wrong," etc.. Anyway, Sakura is an absolute powerhouse and I thoroughly enjoyed the relationship between all of the different characters and villages!

Masks by mads999 || ao3 || kakasaku || E || canon divergent || complete

1. Sakura's Inner is far more diabolical than anyone ever expected 2. Crows prove to be cruel mentors 3. Sakura comes to learn exactly how much she hates Kakashi (as well as how alike they are, in the most terrible of ways)

Kakashi is a hateful turd and Sakura is spiteful! I hate this ship and I'm not a big fan of Kakashi here, but boy is this fic good. One of the best character developments I've read for Sakura and she certainly becomes of force to be reconned with. In addition, the Anbu worldbuilding (can I use that here?) is phenomenal!

New Day Dawning - IncompleteSentanc (Erava) || ao3 || narusaku || T || canon divergence || complete

One day, while visiting the grave of Nohara Rin, Obito stumbles across a young girl terrifyingly like her. He decides to ensure she doesn’t meet the same fate. As for Sakura? Sakura had no idea what she was awakening the day she went to visit her parents graves - but she never looked back. One way or another. (Feat. Sakura raised by Obito and the Akatsuki, and her eventual return to Konoha and all those she left behind)

Sakura is brainwashed and manipulated, but loved by notorious killers nonetheless. Incredibly well written and I won't lie when I say that the ending took me a bit by surprise.

#anime / manga #manga #naruto #naruto fanfiction #sakura haruno #bamf sakura #haruno sakura #sasusaku #sakura uchiha #team 7

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smile-files · 6 days ago

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a huge theme in azran legacy (and much of the professor layton series, it seems) is that being driven by a purpose that consumes every action and every decision can make you inhuman, preventing you from forming genuine human connections with those you might otherwise be the closest with. true friends cannot be made on pretenses. only by relinquishing those external forces you've placed on yourself, thus reinventing yourself as an individual, can you truly recognize the humanity within yourself and others.

hershel recognizes how events have drawn him and bronev apart before they could ever be family: bronev has been drowning in his own cultish brainwashing and acquired ambition for too long for him to ever be hershel's father... yet hershel knows what they still have in common, and that at the end of the day, bronev can be a human like any other if he chooses to be. if bronev lets go of his purpose with targent, and perhaps even his failed purpose as a father, he might just be able to be friends with hershel.

notes below about how this theme appears throughout the series...

curious village:

the purpose of the townspeople of st mystere is to care for flora; in pursuing this purpose, they fail to truly provide her the care she needs, as she is locked away from the rest of the world with no genuine human connection

diabolical box

the purpose of anton herzen is to maintain the property and legacy of the herzen family as duke; in pursuing this purpose, anton traps himself in a poisoned prison, condemning himself to 50 years of delusion, misplaced anger, loss of identity, and utter loneliness

unwound future

the purpose of dmitri allen is to avenge claire foley; in pursuing this purpose, he lets the world be put in the same danger he was so keen on saving claire from

the purpose of clive dove is to avenge his parents; in pursuing this purpose, he completely loses sight of the love that drove him to anger, instead becoming engulfed by mindless hatred even he began to fear

last specter

the purpose of luke triton is to be the oracle, to save his town from the specter threat he feels his father complicit in; in pursuing this purpose, he isolates himself from everyone, including his father, forcing himself to be mature and self-sufficient

the purpose of tony barde is to protect his sister; in pursuing this purpose, he creates a thorny shield around her, making her believe she is hated and worthy of that hatred

the purpose of arianna barde is to quarantine herself, the calamity witch; in pursuing this purpose, she locks herself away within her illness-induced isolation, accusing those who care for her most of despising her

the new purpose of luke triton is to help professor layton, to be his apprentice; in pursuing this purpose, he casts himself as mature and daring, eager to endanger himself for the man he secretly hopes will keep him safe

miracle mask

the purpose of randall ascot is to fulfill his destiny of love and glory, discovering the secret of the mask of chaos and marrying his dear angela; in pursuing this purpose, he's willing to risk everything, and in apparently failing this purpose, he gives up on his own life and hopes hershel will take up the mantle he leaves

the purpose of henry ledore is to serve randall, the first person to ever treat him with love and humanity; in pursuing this purpose, henry becomes obsessive, mechanical, and self-destructive in searching and waiting for randall

the new purpose of randall ascot is to avenge his original purpose, which he feels was stolen by henry; in pursuing this purpose, he completely fails to recognize the undying loyalty his friends, especially henry, have for him

azran legacy

the purpose of leon bronev is to lead targent to the secrets of the azran; in pursuing this purpose, he blinds himself to the potential dangers of this discovery, a veritable apocalypse, and abandons all hope of being with his family

the purpose of descole is to get revenge on targent and the azran for destroying his family; in pursuing this purpose, he searches for the azran treasures destructively and obsessively, hurting countless people in the process

the purpose of emmy altava is to assist her uncle leon; in pursuing this purpose, she threatens and endangers the people she cares for most, and helps almost bring about the end of humanity

the purpose of aurora azran is to be the key to the azran legacy; in pursuing this purpose, she nearly brings about human extinction as a punishment she herself did not think deserved

katrielle and the millionaire's conspiracy

the purpose of ernest greeves is to avenge the apparent destruction of his family by the seven dragons; in pursuing this goal, he fails to understand this fury to be unfounded, his mother only encouraging it such that he should learn to be independent

note how for many of these, the characters are either literally inhuman (the robotic townsfolk of st mystere, the golem aurora), call themselves something inhuman (anton as vampire, luke as oracle, arianna as witch), or otherwise deem themselves inhuman (henry as servant/robot). if you think you only live for a single purpose, you lose your sense of humanity...

...and in general, these characters feel themselves isolated for this purpose, and in relinquishing it, feel the relief of finally being able to love and be loved again. that is the joy of being human! of not being born with a reason, only with the capacity to love!

#melonposting #professor layton #i love you themes and symbols and narrative parallels <3 and now i shall die <3

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renthony · 6 months ago

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Disenchantment is probably the least-popular creation of Simpsons & Futurama creator Matt Groening, but I think that's a damn shame, because it kicks total ass. I think everyone was expecting "medieval Futurama," but it very quickly developed its own, narrative-driven vibe. This show has a long-term story. I'm re-watching it from the beginning with my husband right now, and there are hints at the endgame from the very first episode. It's awesome.

The basic premise is that Princess Tiabeanie of Dreamland (called Bean for short) is trying to escape being married off for an alliance between kingdoms. Alongside an elf and a demon, she runs off and gets up to drunken hijinks before stumbling into a huge mess of magical destiny, family pacts with Hell, and invasion from a distant steampunk kingdom.

Here's the trailer:

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As for why I'm recommending it as a queer show:

So many people had an issue with the line "gender is a spectrum" being spoken by a genderfucky griffin laying an egg in season one that they wrote it off entirely. I personally thought it felt more like "the writers tried to do something trans-inclusive but missed the mark a little" than "intentionally making offensive jokes", but a lot of people refused to keep watching after that, so they didn't see the show's other queer characters.

Princess Bean is canonically queer. She has casual hookups with men throughout the series, and she eventually also enters a relationship with a woman. The characters Odval and Sorcerio are in a romantically-committed gay relationship throughout the whole show, and they have mixed-gender swinger orgies for fun. The series ends with an on-screen MLM marriage. The happily-ever-after shows two different canon queer pairings (one MLM, one WLW) happy and in love. It's great.

If you gave up on it/didn't bother with it because it seemed like it would be just another offensive crappy adult cartoon, please give it another shot. The story has all kinds of wild twists, there are multiple hot evil women, we get to see a shitty father actively learn how to do better by his kids, and the show is led by a gender-nonconforming, awkward, angry young queer woman who does drugs and drinks and makes bad decisions and has mommy issues that are literally from hell. I fucking love her.

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𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 & 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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This is the tenth post in our 12-part series dedicated to helping you glow up using the wisdom of astrology. Each post explores a different astrological house, uncovering how its themes influence your journey and offering practical steps to elevate your life.

In this post, we’re focusing on the tenth house—the house of ambition, reputation, leadership, and achieving success. The tenth house is the pinnacle of your chart, representing your career and public image, as well as the legacy you leave behind. Glowing up your tenth house means embracing your leadership potential, cultivating a reputation that reflects your unique strengths, and striving for success in ways that align with your aspirations and values. Let’s discover how the sign ruling your tenth house can guide you toward thriving in your professional and public life.

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Aries ruling this house, your approach to these themes is bold, energetic, and pioneering. Ruled by Mars, Aries in the tenth house brings a dynamic and fearless energy to your journey, emphasizing a take-charge attitude, the courage to blaze your own trail, and a natural talent for inspiring others. Your glow-up involves embracing your leadership potential, cultivating your ambitious spirit, and achieving success through boldness, initiative, and relentless drive.

Ambition: Fearless Pursuit of Goals

Aries in the tenth house thrives on setting ambitious goals and fearlessly pursuing them. You’re drawn to challenges that allow you to prove your capabilities and excel in competitive environments. Your ambition is driven by a deep desire to lead, innovate, and make a significant impact.

To glow up your ambition, focus on setting clear, actionable goals that ignite your passion. Break them down into manageable steps and take swift, decisive action. Aries energy thrives on momentum, so maintaining enthusiasm and a forward-thinking mindset is essential.

Embrace Aries’ pioneering spirit by taking risks that align with your vision. Your willingness to step into uncharted territory will set you apart and position you as a trailblazer in your chosen field.

Reputation: Dynamic and Bold Presence

Aries in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone who is courageous, assertive, and full of vitality. You’re seen as a leader who takes charge, motivates others, and isn’t afraid to take a stand for what you believe in.

To glow up your reputation, focus on cultivating confidence and authenticity in how you present yourself. Share your accomplishments proudly and showcase your unique strengths, whether it’s through social media, networking, or public speaking.

Embrace Aries’ dynamic energy by demonstrating your ability to take initiative and lead with purpose. People are inspired by your boldness, so allow your natural charisma to shine in all professional and public settings.

Leadership: Taking Charge and Inspiring Others

Aries in the tenth house makes you a natural leader who thrives on taking charge and setting the pace. You excel in roles where your assertiveness, quick decision-making, and ability to rally others create momentum and drive results.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on balancing your assertiveness with empathy and collaboration. While your decisive nature is a strength, involving others in your vision and valuing their contributions will elevate your leadership style.

Embrace Aries’ boldness by stepping into leadership opportunities that challenge you to grow. Whether it’s leading a team, starting your own business, or taking on a high-profile project, your ability to inspire action is your superpower.

Achieving Success: Bold Action and Relentless Drive

Aries in the tenth house ensures that your path to success is fueled by determination, resilience, and a fearless attitude. You’re drawn to careers and projects that allow you to break new ground, take calculated risks, and achieve results quickly.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on maintaining a balance between speed and strategy. While your instinct to act swiftly is an asset, combining it with thoughtful planning ensures long-term achievement.

Embrace Aries’ competitive edge by channeling your energy into ventures that ignite your passion and challenge your limits. Your relentless drive and pioneering spirit are key to reaching the heights you aspire to.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Taurus ruling this house, your approach to these themes is steady, practical, and focused on building lasting value. Ruled by Venus, Taurus in the tenth house brings a grounded and determined energy to your journey, emphasizing persistence, financial security, and a reputation for reliability and grace. Your glow-up involves cultivating patience and consistency, achieving success through steady effort, and creating a legacy that reflects beauty, stability, and long-term value.

Ambition: Steady and Practical Goals

Taurus in the tenth house thrives on setting realistic, achievable goals that lead to lasting success. You’re driven by a desire for security, comfort, and creating tangible results that stand the test of time.

To glow up your ambition, focus on identifying long-term goals that align with your values. Develop a clear plan for achieving them, and remain consistent in your efforts. Taurus energy excels in environments that reward patience and persistence, so trust in the process and stay committed.

Embrace Taurus’ practical nature by pursuing careers or projects that allow you to create something enduring, whether it’s building a business, crafting luxury goods, or working in finance or real estate.

Reputation: Reliable and Graceful Presence

Taurus in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone dependable, trustworthy, and composed. You’re seen as a professional who exudes calm and grace, earning respect for your ability to remain steady under pressure.

To glow up your reputation, focus on presenting yourself with poise and professionalism. Pay attention to your personal style and demeanor, as Taurus’ connection to Venus highlights the importance of aesthetics and harmony.

Embrace Taurus’ grounded energy by delivering consistent results and maintaining a reputation for reliability. People admire your ability to bring a sense of calm and stability to any situation.

Leadership: Grounded and Supportive Leadership

Taurus in the tenth house makes you a steady and supportive leader who values consistency and practical solutions. You lead by example, inspiring others through your work ethic and commitment to quality.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on fostering trust and loyalty within your team. Be patient with others’ growth and provide constructive guidance that empowers them to succeed.

Embrace Taurus’ nurturing nature by creating a supportive environment that values sustainability and balance. Your ability to lead with care and steadiness makes you a respected figure in any professional setting.

Leadership: Grounded and Supportive Leadership

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on fostering trust and loyalty within your team. Be patient with others’ growth and provide constructive guidance that empowers them to succeed.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Gemini ruling this house, your approach to these themes is dynamic, versatile, and communication-driven. Ruled by Mercury, Gemini in the tenth house brings an adaptable and intellectually curious energy to your journey, emphasizing the importance of flexibility, networking, and continual learning. Your glow-up involves thriving in fast-paced environments, cultivating a reputation for wit and expertise, and achieving success through communication, innovation, and the ability to manage multiple pursuits with ease.

Ambition: Versatile and Intellectually Driven Goals

Gemini in the tenth house thrives on goals that stimulate your mind and allow you to explore diverse interests. You’re drawn to careers and projects that challenge your intellect, involve communication, or require quick adaptability.

To glow up your ambition, focus on pursuing multiple avenues of growth while maintaining clear priorities. Your natural curiosity and ability to multitask make you adept at thriving in dynamic environments, so seek opportunities that keep you engaged and inspired.

Embrace Gemini’s versatility by pursuing goals that allow for creative thinking, networking, and exploring new ideas. Your ambitious spirit shines brightest when you’re free to innovate and communicate.

Reputation: Witty and Multifaceted Presence

Gemini in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone intelligent, approachable, and versatile. You’re seen as a thought leader who thrives on sharing ideas, engaging with others, and staying ahead of the curve.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your communication skills and intellectual agility. Build a professional presence through writing, speaking engagements, or social media platforms where your voice and ideas can shine.

Embrace Gemini’s lively energy by staying informed and sharing your expertise with others. Your ability to connect with a wide range of people and ideas makes you a respected and influential figure in your field.

Leadership: Collaborative and Agile Leadership

Gemini in the tenth house makes you a collaborative and adaptable leader who thrives on fostering connections and facilitating teamwork. You excel at motivating others through clear communication and creating an environment of curiosity and innovation.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on honing your ability to listen and respond thoughtfully. Encourage dialogue, share knowledge, and create opportunities for team members to contribute their ideas.

Embrace Gemini’s agile energy by staying open to new strategies and adapting to changes quickly. Your ability to think on your feet and keep the energy flowing makes you an inspiring and effective leader.

Achieving Success: Innovation and Adaptability

Gemini in the tenth house ensures your path to success is driven by your adaptability, quick thinking, and ability to seize opportunities. You’re drawn to roles that involve problem-solving, networking, or staying on the cutting edge of your industry.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on leveraging your communication and networking skills. Seek roles where your ability to connect, share, and innovate will set you apart.

Embrace Gemini’s dual nature by staying open to juggling multiple projects or interests. Your ability to adapt and thrive in dynamic environments ensures your success in fields that value versatility and innovation.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Cancer ruling this house, your approach to these themes is nurturing, empathetic, and emotionally intuitive. Ruled by the Moon, Cancer in the tenth house brings a caring and protective energy to your journey, emphasizing the importance of creating a legacy that reflects your values, balancing professional success with emotional fulfillment, and cultivating leadership through compassion and connection. Your glow-up involves achieving success by embracing your intuitive leadership style, building a reputation for care and dedication, and aligning your ambitions with a meaningful purpose.

Ambition: Purposeful and Emotionally Driven Goals

Cancer in the tenth house thrives on pursuing goals that feel deeply meaningful and emotionally rewarding. You’re drawn to careers and projects that allow you to care for others, foster connection, or create a sense of security and belonging.

To glow up your ambition, focus on identifying goals that align with your values and provide emotional satisfaction. Whether it’s building a business, leading a team, or supporting a community initiative, your success lies in balancing professional achievements with heartfelt purpose.

Embrace Cancer’s nurturing energy by creating a supportive work environment that reflects your vision. Your ambition flourishes when your goals are rooted in care and connection.

Reputation: Compassionate and Dedicated Presence

Cancer in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone kind, trustworthy, and dedicated. You’re seen as a professional who brings empathy and emotional intelligence to every endeavor, earning respect for your ability to support and uplift others.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your nurturing qualities and commitment to excellence. Demonstrate your dedication through consistent actions, and let your natural warmth shine in your interactions.

Embrace Cancer’s intuitive energy by responding thoughtfully to others’ needs and creating a reputation for reliability and care. People admire your ability to lead with heart and authenticity.

Leadership: Empathetic and Supportive Leadership

Cancer in the tenth house makes you a compassionate and empathetic leader who excels at understanding and supporting your team. You lead by creating a sense of safety and belonging, inspiring loyalty and trust.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on fostering emotional intelligence and open communication. Listen actively to your team, provide encouragement, and prioritize their well-being as you work toward shared goals.

Embrace Cancer’s protective energy by creating a workplace culture that values care and collaboration. Your ability to lead with empathy and understanding makes you a beloved and effective leader.

Achieving Success: Balancing Care with Ambition

Cancer in the tenth house ensures your path to success is deeply connected to your emotional intelligence and ability to nurture growth. You’re drawn to roles that involve caregiving, emotional support, or fostering meaningful connections, such as counseling, education, or community leadership.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on balancing your drive for achievement with self-care and emotional fulfillment. While your dedication to others is a strength, nurturing your own needs is essential for sustained success.

Embrace Cancer’s intuitive nature by trusting your instincts and aligning your career choices with what feels authentic and purposeful. Your ability to combine ambition with empathy ensures long-term achievement and impact.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Leo ruling this house, your approach to these themes is bold, creative, and driven by a desire to shine. Ruled by the Sun, Leo in the tenth house brings a radiant and charismatic energy to your journey, emphasizing the importance of standing out, inspiring others, and creating a legacy that reflects your unique brilliance. Your glow-up involves embracing your leadership potential, building a reputation for creativity and confidence, and achieving success through passion, vision, and a flair for the dramatic.

Ambition: Bold and Visionary Goals

Leo in the tenth house thrives on ambitious goals that allow you to express your creativity and showcase your talents. You’re drawn to careers and projects that put you in the spotlight, whether as a performer, leader, or innovator.

To glow up your ambition, focus on defining a vision that excites and motivates you. Set bold, inspiring goals that reflect your passion and desire to make a lasting impact. Leo energy thrives when you’re working toward something that aligns with your heart and soul.

Embrace Leo’s visionary spirit by taking ownership of your dreams and pursuing opportunities that let your light shine. Your ambition flourishes when you’re fully committed to your unique path.

Reputation: Charismatic and Magnetic Presence

Leo in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone confident, dynamic, and inspiring. You’re seen as a leader who brings positivity, creativity, and a touch of glamour to everything you do, earning admiration for your ability to captivate and uplift others.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your talents and sharing your accomplishments with pride. Develop a professional presence through personal branding, public speaking, or creative projects that reflect your unique style.

Embrace Leo’s magnetic energy by allowing your authenticity and enthusiasm to shine in your interactions. People are drawn to your charisma and inspired by your boldness and creativity.

Leadership: Inspiring and Confident Leadership

Leo in the tenth house makes you a natural leader who inspires others with your confidence and passion. You excel at motivating teams, rallying support for your vision, and creating an environment where creativity and individuality are celebrated.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on balancing your desire to shine with a commitment to empowering others. Recognize and celebrate the contributions of your team, fostering loyalty and collaboration.

Embrace Leo’s warmth and generosity by leading with a sense of purpose and heart. Your ability to uplift and inspire those around you makes you a respected and admired leader.

Achieving Success: Passion and Creativity in Action

Leo in the tenth house ensures your path to success is fueled by your passion, creativity, and desire to leave a legacy. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to express your individuality, such as in the arts, entertainment, entrepreneurship, or any field where your vision and confidence can shine.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on combining your creative talents with strategic action. While your charisma is a strength, pairing it with discipline and planning ensures lasting achievement.

Embrace Leo’s flair for the dramatic by stepping boldly into opportunities that showcase your abilities. Your ability to lead with confidence and inspire others is key to achieving your ambitions.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Virgo ruling this house, your approach to these themes is practical, detail-oriented, and service-driven. Ruled by Mercury, Virgo in the tenth house brings a disciplined and analytical energy to your journey, emphasizing precision, organization, and a commitment to making a meaningful contribution. Your glow-up involves achieving success through meticulous planning, building a reputation for reliability and excellence, and leading with humility and purpose.

Ambition: Purposeful and Detail-Oriented Goals

Virgo in the tenth house thrives on ambitious goals that are well-structured and focused on tangible outcomes. You’re drawn to careers and projects where your analytical mind and attention to detail can shine, such as healthcare, education, research, or project management.

To glow up your ambition, focus on setting clear, measurable objectives that align with your desire to create lasting impact. Develop a step-by-step plan to achieve your goals, and stay committed to refining your skills and knowledge along the way.

Embrace Virgo’s dedication to improvement by pursuing certifications, learning new systems, or mastering tools that enhance your efficiency. Your ability to adapt and evolve ensures steady progress toward your ambitions.

Reputation: Reliable and Excellent Presence

Virgo in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone dependable, hardworking, and highly skilled. You’re seen as a professional who takes pride in your craft and delivers results with precision and care.

To glow up your reputation, focus on consistently demonstrating your expertise and attention to detail. Build trust by being reliable and transparent in your work, and showcase your achievements through a portfolio or case studies that highlight your capabilities.

Embrace Virgo’s polished energy by paying attention to how you present yourself, from your communication style to your personal branding. Your meticulous approach inspires confidence and respect in others.

Leadership: Organized and Supportive Leadership

Virgo in the tenth house makes you a thoughtful and organized leader who excels at creating efficient systems and supporting your team’s growth. You lead by example, inspiring others through your dedication and commitment to excellence.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on cultivating patience and empathy. While your standards are high, encouraging and mentoring your team can foster a collaborative and productive environment.

Embrace Virgo’s problem-solving nature by offering practical solutions and providing clear guidance. Your ability to lead with precision and care makes you a valued and respected leader.

Achieving Success: Precision and Dedication in Action

Virgo in the tenth house ensures your path to success is built on a foundation of hard work, attention to detail, and a commitment to continuous improvement. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to contribute meaningfully, often excelling in positions that require analytical thinking or service-oriented skills.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on refining your methods and staying adaptable to changes in your field. Virgo energy thrives on perfectionism, but balancing it with flexibility ensures sustained growth and achievement.

Embrace Virgo’s love for order and efficiency by organizing your professional life with tools and systems that keep you on track. Your ability to deliver excellence consistently is key to your success.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Libra ruling this house, your approach to these themes is diplomatic, relationship-oriented, and focused on balance and beauty. Ruled by Venus, Libra in the tenth house brings a refined and harmonious energy to your journey, emphasizing collaboration, aesthetic sensibility, and a natural ability to mediate and inspire. Your glow-up involves achieving success through relationships, building a reputation for grace and fairness, and leading with charm, cooperation, and an eye for elegance.

Ambition: Balanced and Relational Goals

Libra in the tenth house thrives on pursuing goals that align with fairness, harmony, and connection. You’re drawn to careers and projects where collaboration, creativity, or social justice are central, such as law, design, diplomacy, or event planning.

To glow up your ambition, focus on setting goals that allow you to connect with others and make a positive impact. Libra energy flourishes in environments where teamwork and shared success are valued, so seek opportunities that encourage collaboration and mutual benefit.

Embrace Libra’s love for beauty and balance by pursuing goals that harmonize practicality with creativity. Your ability to find equilibrium ensures that your ambitions are both achievable and inspiring.

Reputation: Graceful and Charismatic Presence

Libra in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone charming, diplomatic, and fair-minded. You’re seen as a professional who brings elegance and balance to every endeavor, earning respect for your ability to mediate conflicts and create harmonious solutions.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your interpersonal skills and aesthetic sensibilities. Present yourself with confidence and refinement, whether through public speaking, personal branding, or creating visually appealing work.

Embrace Libra’s social energy by cultivating connections and networking strategically. Your reputation for grace and charisma will naturally draw opportunities and allies to your cause.

Leadership: Diplomatic and Inclusive Leadership

Libra in the tenth house makes you a diplomatic and inclusive leader who excels at bringing people together and fostering cooperation. You lead by creating a sense of balance and ensuring that everyone feels heard and valued.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on strengthening your decision-making while maintaining your ability to mediate and harmonize. Balance your natural inclination to consider all perspectives with the confidence to take decisive action.

Embrace Libra’s relational energy by encouraging teamwork and creating an environment where collaboration thrives. Your ability to inspire unity and fairness makes you an admired and effective leader.

Achieving Success: Harmony and Elegance in Action

Libra in the tenth house ensures your path to success is built on relationships, creativity, and a commitment to fairness. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to work with others, create beauty, or bring justice and balance to the world.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on refining your negotiation and networking skills. Libra energy thrives on connection, so building strong professional relationships will be key to achieving your goals.

Embrace Libra’s aesthetic sensibility by incorporating beauty and harmony into your work. Whether it’s designing elegant presentations, creating inspiring solutions, or simply ensuring your workspace is pleasant and organized, these touches enhance your sense of purpose and success.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Scorpio ruling this house, your approach to these themes is intense, transformative, and deeply strategic. Ruled by Mars and Pluto, Scorpio in the tenth house brings a powerful and magnetic energy to your journey, emphasizing resilience, resourcefulness, and the ability to lead through profound change. Your glow-up involves embracing your transformational leadership skills, building a reputation for depth and determination, and achieving success through passion, focus, and the fearless pursuit of your goals.

Ambition: Passionate and Strategic Goals

Scorpio in the tenth house thrives on ambitious goals that challenge you to grow and push boundaries. You’re drawn to careers and projects where you can delve deeply, create meaningful change, or wield influence, such as psychology, research, finance, or leadership in transformative industries.

To glow up your ambition, focus on identifying goals that ignite your passion and align with your inner drive for transformation. Develop a clear strategy for achieving them, leveraging your ability to navigate complex situations with precision and determination.

Embrace Scorpio’s fearless energy by pursuing bold and transformative ambitions. Your ability to stay focused and committed ensures that you can achieve what others might see as impossible.

Reputation: Powerful and Resilient Presence

Scorpio in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone intense, resourceful, and unshakably determined. You’re seen as a professional who can handle challenges with grace and navigate crises with skill, earning respect for your depth and strength.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your ability to solve problems and lead through transformation. Let your resilience and ability to overcome adversity shine in your professional story.

Embrace Scorpio’s magnetic energy by owning your authority and confidence. People admire your ability to stay composed under pressure and are inspired by your willingness to tackle difficult issues head-on.

Leadership: Transformative and Empowering Leadership

Scorpio in the tenth house makes you a transformative leader who excels at guiding others through change and uncovering hidden potential. You lead with a mix of intensity and empowerment, inspiring trust and loyalty in those who follow you.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on building emotional intelligence and fostering trust within your team. Use your ability to read between the lines and understand unspoken dynamics to create a supportive and empowering environment.

Embrace Scorpio’s transformative nature by encouraging innovation and growth within your organization. Your ability to see the bigger picture and navigate complex challenges makes you a visionary leader.

Achieving Success: Resilience and Focus in Action

Scorpio in the tenth house ensures your path to success is built on resilience, focus, and an unwavering commitment to your goals. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to transform systems, uncover hidden truths, or create profound impact.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on staying adaptable and strategic in the face of challenges. Use your ability to dig deep and uncover solutions that others might miss.

Embrace Scorpio’s passion for growth by continuously refining your skills and knowledge. Your determination and resourcefulness are key to achieving long-term success and leaving a powerful legacy.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Sagittarius ruling this house, your approach to these themes is expansive, optimistic, and visionary. Ruled by Jupiter, Sagittarius in the tenth house brings a boundless and adventurous energy to your journey, emphasizing the importance of exploration, teaching, and inspiring others. Your glow-up involves achieving success through visionary leadership, building a reputation for wisdom and enthusiasm, and pursuing goals that reflect your passion for growth, freedom, and making a meaningful impact.

Ambition: Expansive and Visionary Goals

Sagittarius in the tenth house thrives on ambitious goals that allow you to expand your horizons and inspire others. You’re drawn to careers and projects that involve teaching, travel, publishing, or global initiatives—anything that helps you explore the world and share knowledge.

To glow up your ambition, focus on setting goals that challenge you to grow and embrace new opportunities. Seek roles that align with your love for learning and your desire to make a broad impact, such as leadership positions in education, media, or international organizations.

Embrace Sagittarius’ expansive energy by keeping your sights on the bigger picture. Your ambition is fueled by your ability to dream big and take inspired action toward those dreams.

Reputation: Inspiring and Visionary Presence

Sagittarius in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone optimistic, wise, and forward-thinking. You’re seen as a professional who brings enthusiasm, positivity, and a sense of adventure to everything you do, earning respect for your ability to inspire and lead.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your knowledge and passion for growth. Share your insights through speaking engagements, publishing your ideas, or mentoring others. Sagittarius thrives on sharing wisdom, and your reputation will grow as you connect with those who admire your visionary outlook.

Embrace Sagittarius’ charisma by engaging with diverse audiences and expanding your professional network. Your enthusiasm and openness draw others to you and elevate your standing.

Leadership: Visionary and Motivational Leadership

Sagittarius in the tenth house makes you a motivational leader who excels at inspiring others to pursue their potential and embrace new possibilities. You lead by sharing your vision and encouraging exploration and innovation.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on balancing your optimism with grounded decision-making. While your visionary ideas are inspiring, combining them with practical strategies ensures that your leadership is both aspirational and effective.

Embrace Sagittarius’ global perspective by fostering inclusivity and encouraging diverse viewpoints. Your ability to motivate and unify others makes you a respected and impactful leader.

Achieving Success: Growth and Exploration in Action

Sagittarius in the tenth house ensures your path to success is filled with growth, adventure, and opportunities to explore new frontiers. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to expand your knowledge and share it with the world, whether as a teacher, traveler, or entrepreneur.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on staying adaptable and open to new experiences. Sagittarius energy thrives on freedom, so seek opportunities that allow you to innovate and explore.

Embrace Sagittarius’ love for adventure by pursuing projects that excite your spirit and push you beyond your comfort zone. Your ability to combine passion with purpose ensures long-term achievement and fulfillment.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Capricorn ruling this house, your approach to these themes is disciplined, strategic, and focused on long-term achievements. Ruled by Saturn, Capricorn in the tenth house brings a structured and determined energy to your journey, emphasizing hard work, perseverance, and the creation of a lasting legacy. Your glow-up involves achieving success through steady effort, building a reputation for reliability and excellence, and leading with authority, integrity, and a vision for the future.

Ambition: Disciplined and Long-Term Goals

Capricorn in the tenth house thrives on setting ambitious, long-term goals that lead to enduring success. You’re drawn to careers and projects that require persistence, strategic thinking, and the ability to build something meaningful over time, such as leadership roles, business, or fields like law, finance, or engineering.

To glow up your ambition, focus on breaking your goals into actionable steps and creating a clear timeline for achieving them. Your disciplined approach ensures consistent progress, even when faced with challenges.

Embrace Capricorn’s determination by committing to your vision and staying patient. Your ability to see the bigger picture and work steadily toward it is your greatest strength.

Reputation: Respected and Reliable Presence

Capricorn in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone responsible, trustworthy, and highly competent. You’re seen as a professional who delivers results and upholds high standards, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and peers.

To glow up your reputation, focus on consistently demonstrating your expertise and dedication. Take on leadership roles or high-profile projects that showcase your ability to handle responsibility and deliver excellence.

Embrace Capricorn’s grounded energy by maintaining professionalism in all your interactions. Your reputation for reliability and integrity will naturally attract opportunities and recognition.

Leadership: Structured and Authoritative Leadership

Capricorn in the tenth house makes you a natural leader who excels at creating order, implementing systems, and guiding others toward long-term success. You lead with authority and a clear sense of purpose, inspiring confidence in those who follow you.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on balancing your high standards with empathy. While Capricorn’s energy values discipline and results, fostering a supportive and collaborative environment strengthens your leadership impact.

Embrace Capricorn’s strategic mindset by setting clear goals for your team and providing the tools and guidance they need to succeed. Your ability to lead with structure and vision makes you a respected and effective leader.

Achieving Success: Persistence and Excellence in Action

Capricorn in the tenth house ensures your path to success is built on a foundation of hard work, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to excellence. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to climb steadily toward your goals, often excelling in fields where expertise and leadership are highly valued.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on honing your skills and staying adaptable to changes in your industry. Capricorn energy thrives on continuous improvement, so prioritize learning and growth throughout your career.

Embrace Capricorn’s love for tradition and legacy by pursuing projects that leave a lasting impact. Your ability to combine ambition with integrity ensures your success will stand the test of time.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Aquarius ruling this house, your approach to these themes is innovative, forward-thinking, and driven by a desire to create positive change. Ruled by Saturn and Uranus, Aquarius in the tenth house brings a visionary and unconventional energy to your journey, emphasizing originality, collaboration, and a commitment to collective progress. Your glow-up involves achieving success through groundbreaking ideas, building a reputation for innovation and inclusivity, and leading with a futuristic vision that inspires others.

Ambition: Visionary and Change-Oriented Goals

Aquarius in the tenth house thrives on pursuing ambitious goals that challenge the status quo and have the potential to transform industries or communities. You’re drawn to careers and projects that emphasize innovation, technology, humanitarianism, or progressive ideals.

To glow up your ambition, focus on setting goals that allow you to think outside the box and embrace your creative potential. Seek opportunities that align with your passion for advancing society, whether through scientific research, community building, or entrepreneurial ventures.

Embrace Aquarius’ visionary energy by daring to dream big and pursue unconventional paths. Your ability to see possibilities where others see limitations is a hallmark of your ambition.

Reputation: Innovative and Inclusive Presence

Aquarius in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone ahead of your time, inclusive, and deeply committed to progress. You’re seen as a trailblazer who brings originality and a collaborative spirit to every endeavor, earning respect for your ability to think differently and lead with compassion.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your unique perspective and your dedication to inclusivity. Share your ideas through public speaking, online platforms, or innovative projects that demonstrate your forward-thinking approach.

Embrace Aquarius’ collaborative nature by building strong networks and connecting with diverse groups. Your ability to unify and inspire others will naturally elevate your public image and reputation.

Leadership: Visionary and Collaborative Leadership

Aquarius in the tenth house makes you a visionary leader who excels at inspiring teams to work toward common goals. You lead by fostering innovation, empowering others, and creating an inclusive environment where everyone’s voice is valued.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on building strong communication and actively encouraging creative input from your team. Aquarius energy thrives on collective progress, so involving others in your vision strengthens your leadership impact.

Embrace Aquarius’ future-focused energy by staying open to new technologies, methodologies, and perspectives. Your ability to lead with clarity and foresight makes you a trailblazing figure in any professional setting.

Achieving Success: Innovation and Inclusivity in Action

Aquarius in the tenth house ensures your path to success is built on originality, collaboration, and a commitment to creating meaningful change. You’re drawn to roles that involve breaking boundaries, advancing technology, or championing social causes.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on honing your skills in areas like technology, communication, or advocacy. Aquarius energy thrives in cutting-edge fields, so prioritize staying informed and adaptable to emerging trends.

Embrace Aquarius’ humanitarian spirit by pursuing projects that align with your values and have the potential to benefit society. Your ability to combine personal ambition with collective progress ensures a legacy of meaningful impact.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The tenth house governs ambition, reputation, leadership, and career success. With Pisces ruling this house, your approach to these themes is intuitive, compassionate, and deeply creative. Ruled by Jupiter and Neptune, Pisces in the tenth house brings a dreamy and idealistic energy to your journey, emphasizing the importance of pursuing meaningful work, leading with empathy, and building a reputation for inspiration and artistry. Your glow-up involves achieving success by following your intuition, building a reputation for emotional intelligence and creativity, and leading with a vision that uplifts and unites others.

Ambition: Compassionate and Visionary Goals

Pisces in the tenth house thrives on pursuing goals that are emotionally meaningful and spiritually aligned. You’re drawn to careers and projects that allow you to express your creativity, inspire others, or contribute to the greater good, such as the arts, healing professions, or spiritual guidance.

To glow up your ambition, focus on identifying goals that resonate with your deepest values and passions. Set intentions that allow you to channel your intuition and imagination into impactful work, whether it’s creating art, writing, or leading initiatives that bring healing and connection.

Embrace Pisces’ visionary energy by remaining open to possibilities and trusting your instincts to guide you. Your ability to dream big and connect emotionally with your work fuels your success.

Reputation: Inspirational and Creative Presence

Pisces in the tenth house shapes your public image as someone compassionate, artistic, and inspiring. You’re seen as a professional who leads with empathy and vision, earning admiration for your ability to bring beauty, meaning, and understanding to your field.

To glow up your reputation, focus on showcasing your creative and emotional strengths. Share your work and ideas through storytelling, performances, or visual presentations that reflect your unique perspective and touch hearts.

Embrace Pisces’ ethereal energy by cultivating a public image that exudes authenticity and warmth. Your ability to connect emotionally with others makes you unforgettable and deeply respected in your community.

Leadership: Intuitive and Empathetic Leadership

Pisces in the tenth house makes you an intuitive and empathetic leader who excels at guiding others through inspiration and emotional connection. You lead by creating an environment of trust, compassion, and shared vision, inspiring those around you to bring their best selves to the table.

To glow up your leadership skills, focus on developing emotional intelligence and practicing active listening. Your ability to understand and support your team’s needs creates a collaborative and harmonious workplace.

Embrace Pisces’ creative and visionary energy by fostering innovation and encouraging imaginative problem-solving. Your ability to lead with heart and intuition makes you a beloved and effective leader.

Achieving Success: Creativity and Compassion in Action

Pisces in the tenth house ensures your path to success is built on your ability to inspire, connect, and create. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to merge your dreams with tangible impact, often excelling in fields like the arts, therapy, or spirituality.

To glow up your journey toward success, focus on balancing your visionary ideas with practical action. Pisces energy thrives when creativity is grounded in purpose, so develop strategies to bring your dreams to life.

Embrace Pisces’ love for unity and healing by pursuing projects that foster empathy, connection, and beauty. Your ability to combine compassion with artistic vision ensures a legacy of meaningful contributions.

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