#is the world ready for this post? not sure

[piastrisun]

next in line.

pairings: lando norris + verstappen female reader.

summary: your brother announces his first baby, suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you. the teasing starts as harmless fun, but life has other plans.

faceclaim: lila moss.⠀warning: none.

request: for a smau idea, can you do verstappen!reader that just found out that her brother's gonna be a dad and is just excited maybe a reader x lando? and the grid teases her telling her she's next?

notes: so so happy for max, i’m sure he’s gonna be an amazing dad. and to make clear, i do not support kelly’s actions but i respect her as max’s partner and mother of their kid. also, i’m really sorry this took so long, i didn’t had my laptop :( but i do now!

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ynverstappen i’m going to be an aunt, AGAIN!!! congratulations to the best brother in the world and my sister-in-law for blessing us with a tiny human. can’t wait to meet my future favourite little one. 🤍

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username this got me thinking she was expecting as well, the GASP i let out 💀

maxverstappen1 best brother in the world? finally getting the recognition i deserve

username the fact he commented this first, so unserious 😭😭

username1 i was so moved by the caption and now i’m laughing

maxverstappen1 ik houd van je, kleine zus!!! (i love you, little sister)

ynverstappen ik hou altijd van je, you’re going to be an amazing dad!! (i love you too)

username2 FAVES

username3 my most parasocial relationship are them because i feel like they’re my cousins

kellypiquet thank you!! 🥹 baby can’t wait to meet their favourite aunt

ynverstappen stop it i’ll cry

username they’re so sweet with each other

username4 OMG congrats to your family!!! can’t wait to see the cutest baby pics

landonorris i’m next in line to become an uncle

ynverstappen i hope you’re ready for all the babysitting we’ll be doing!!

username5 wait... does this mean lando and yn are next?

username6 imagine the chaos if they had a baby too 😭😭

maxfewtrell chaos? more like pure excellence the world’s not ready

landonorris couldn’t agree more

ynverstappen you’re BANNED from my posts

username7 do you guys think i still have time to reincarnate in that baby?

username8 MOVE, it was my idea first

danielricciardo aunt for now, mum next?

ynverstappen delete this immediately

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YOUR CHATS: MAMMA’S FAVOURITE GROUP.

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landonorris just say the word babe

ynverstappen STOPPPP

landonorris i meannn, i was already planning our baby names list, but take your time

ynverstappen keep the list, i’m busy trying to decide between napping or rewatch criminal minds

maxverstappen1 we’re just preparing you for the future

ynverstappen future? i was planning on sleeping past 11 AM, thank you very much

ynverstappen but sure, let’s add kids to the list!

victoriaverstappen you’re next! the family is ready for some mini-you

ynverstappen okay that is kinda cute

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YOUR CHATS: TEAM BABY.

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landonorris four years with my person, my best friend, and the love of my life. here’s to many more!! i love youuuuu

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lnfour nice number that one

ynverstappen beyond grateful for you every single day, love you more than anything!! <3 ♥︎ liked by author

landonorris love youUuUu

maxfewtrell you two have made it 4 years and not killed each other? impressive

ynverstappen jerk, we’re literally the best couple

username SPEAK UR TRUTH 🗣️

username2 seeing you two together makes me believe in love and what

carlossainz55 yeah, how’s that baby talk going?

ynverstappen can we just enjoy the anniversary without being bombarded about children

landonorris hey!! it’s a valid question

sophiekumpen watching you grow together has been such a joy ♥︎ liked by author

landonorris we couldn’t have done it without all your support 🩶

username3 this is the cutest thing i’ve seen all day

username4 sooo, where’s the baby update?

georgerussell63 you better be sending out wedding invites soon... you know i’ll be waiting ♥︎ liked by author

username5 lando liked this omg

username6 OH IM SO EXCITED

maxverstappen1 maybe we can get the baby a matching anniversary onesie

landonorris don’t tempt me!!

username6 you’re worse than the actual mother 😭😭

alex_albon he is and we appreciate it

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maxfewtrell she has that pregnancy glow

landonorris she says: fuck off

maxfewtrell so lovely as always 🥰

charles_leclerc is the shrimp carrying a baby shrimp?

landonorris i don’t think so but stay tuned!

charles_leclerc 🫡

ynverstappen shrimp 😭😭 you’re unbelievable

landonorris you’re MY shrimp, tho

ynverstappen i know i love u

landonorris special shrimp

ynverstappen yes

landonorris mama shrimp

ynverstappen too far babe

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danielricciardo i’m assuming shrimp is code for ‘future mum’ now?

ynverstappen lando’s been calling me shrimp since FOREVER

danielricciardo for obvious reasons, you kinda look like one

ynverstappen you’re relentless

oscarpiastri you can’t escape forever, you know

ynverstappen i can and i WILL

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ynverstappen we <3 new york

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alex_albon this feels like a soft launch for a baby announcement

ynverstappen in WHAT world

alex_albon i don’t know, everyone says new york is romantic

ynverstappen no one has EVER said that

carlossainz55 you two look like you’re scouting locations for a babymoon

ynverstappen STOP GIVING HIM IDEAS

landonorris i do like the sound of that ♥︎ liked by author

ynverstappen no you don’t

username she says that and yet likes all the baby related comments 😭😭

landonorris do you think we’ll get a discount if we book the babymoon now? asking for a friend

ynverstappen i’ll throw you in the ocean

username2 LMAOO he’s not even subtle about it

maxfewtrell baby’s first visit to the empire state? 👶🏻

landonorris give us nine months, mate

username3 savannah slow down

username4 y’all are a little too cute and i love it

username5 REAL like those are my parents

oscarpiastri if you name the baby after me i’ll babysit for free. think about it

landonorris oscar norris-verstappen it is!!!

ynverstappen first of all, my last name would go first

ynverstappen second, you were my favourite, oscar

ynverstappen and i remark WERE

oscarpiastri got it miss

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username he has called her his muse a million times and it gets me every time 🥹

ynverstappen love love love ♥︎ liked by author

lando.jpg 🖤

danielricciardo your family portraits are coming along nicely. just missing one thing…

lando.jpg i’ll admit that would make a good christmas card ♥︎ liked by ynverstappen

username2 u don’t even TRY to be subtle, huh? lmaooo

username3 someone pls tell him he’s not slick 😭😭

username4 you two are the cutest

username5 okay dad in training, we see you!!

username6 they can’t escape baby talk even online i’m CRYING

username7 husband AND dad material, i don’t make the rules ♥︎ liked by author

username8 him liking this he’s NOT real

username9 this man is ready, someone call yn

charles_leclerc dog dad today, human dad tomorrow 👀

ynverstappen tomorrow’s a bit ambitious, but thanks for the timeline

username she’s not saying no—

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💌Welcome to 7 Days, 7 Posts! In honor of Valentine’s Day on February 14th, I’m releasing seven blog posts dedicated to love, intimacy, passion, and everything that ignites the flames. Join me on this journey as I share my insights on astrological placements that spark attraction, create chemistry, and merge souls.

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Today, we’re diving straight into how you fall in love and how you stay in love—what captivates you at first and what keeps someone in your life for the long haul. To understand this, we’ll look at your Venus and Moon signs.

Your Venus sign shows what initially draws you in—what excites you, sparks attraction, and makes you want to pursue someone. But the only way a person can truly stay in your life after that initial spark is through their connection with your Moon sign, which governs emotional needs and long-term compatibility.

Aries Venus: Falling in Love

Aries Venus falls for people who are on the move, independent, and ambitious—those who are out living life, chasing their dreams, and proving their success through action rather than words. They are drawn to bold, magnetic individuals who radiate strength, willpower, and dominance.

For Aries Venus, attraction happens instantly—there’s no waiting period to figure out if they like someone. They crave a connection that’s hot, heavy, and intense from the start. They’re especially drawn to people who seem unbothered by their presence—those who don’t give them immediate attention, creating an irresistible challenge.

Aries Moon: Staying in Love

Aries Moon stays in love with a partner who is strong—both emotionally and physically. They need someone unshakable, someone who stands firm no matter what. They admire lovers who are passionate, confident, and tenacious, never backing down from challenges.

They are also drawn to intelligence and creativity—they need a partner who can stimulate their mind, keeping them intrigued and constantly wanting more. However, while Aries Moon needs a partner who is resilient and determined, they also value humor and lightheartedness. A partner who takes life too seriously will lose their interest. Aries Moon thrives with someone who can crack jokes, make them laugh, and bring a sense of playfulness to the relationship.

More than anything, Aries Moon needs a partner who can keep up with them. They seek someone who wants as much out of life as they do—a lover with enthusiasm, stamina, and courage to chase after their dreams. They are drawn to bold, fearless individuals who are ready to take on the world, not timid or hesitant ones.

In the end, Aries Venus may fall for the thrill, but Aries Moon stays for the strength and excitement that keeps their fire burning.

Taurus Venus: How They Fall in Love

Taurus Venus falls in love through their senses. The moment something catches their eye, they become captivated—the way you walk, the way you talk, the scent of your body, the way your eyes lock with theirs. They are drawn to the physical—the way a person’s body is shaped, their height, their build, the way their features come together. They admire beauty, symmetry, and aesthetic appeal, and they love getting lost in someone’s eyes or being mesmerized by a unique facial structure.

They fall for people who are visually stimulating, those who carry themselves with grace, confidence, and composure. Taurus Venus is especially drawn to people who appear to have their life together—those who exude stability, peace, and success. They are attracted to people who are actively working toward their goals, moving with purpose rather than sitting on the sidelines.

Taurus Venus also loves quiet magnetism. They find themselves drawn to those who are calm, composed, and a little mysterious—someone who doesn’t speak often but, when they do, their voice is distinct and alluring.

Taurus Moon: How They Stay in Love

Taurus Moon stays in love with someone who feels like home—a lover who provides comfort, stability, and familiarity. They want a connection that feels like family, like a past life bond, as if they’ve known this person forever.

Consistency is everything for a Taurus Moon. They stay in love with someone who shows up for them daily—a lover they never have to second-guess. They need a partner who will call, text, and crave their presence without them having to ask.

Taurus Moon is deeply sensual, and they stay in love with someone who prioritizes intimacy, affection, and physical touch. They long for a partner who will kiss them randomly, cuddle them tightly at night, and hug them throughout the day. They crave a lover who listens attentively, remembers their desires, and surprises them with the things they’ve been yearning for.

They are drawn to romantic gestures—candles around the bed, shared meals prepared with love, the lingering scent of their partner that blends with their own. For a Taurus Moon, love is about consistency, devotion, and pleasure. They don’t believe in fleeting honeymoon phases—their ideal relationship feels like a honeymoon every single day.

Gemini Venus: How They Fall in Love

Gemini Venus is captivated by distinct voices. They fall for people who seem calm and composed at first, but when they engage in conversation, the person’s way of expressing themselves draws them in. Whether the person speaks with their hands, has a soothing voice, or an intriguing, expressive tone, Gemini Venus is hooked by seductive voices—soft, deep, or just unique in some way. They fall in love with how you speak.

Gemini Venus enjoys balance in a partner. They are not interested in someone who constantly talks; that can bore or annoy them. Instead, they like someone who is calm and composed but reveals a depth when they engage in conversation. They love those who intrigue them—people who seem to have much more going on in their mind than they let on.

What Gemini Venus is drawn to is difference. If they talk a lot about logical matters, they may be attracted to someone who enjoys discussing psychology. They fall in love with someone who offers something they can’t get elsewhere—intellectual stimulation. When they are mentally satisfied by someone’s words, they fall in love. If the conversation lingers in their mind, if they keep thinking about the person even after the discussion ends, that’s when they know they are in love. For Gemini Venus, it’s the essence of how you express yourself that captivates them.

Gemini Moon: How They Stay in Love

The Gemini Moon stays in love with a partner who is always on the go, someone who is rarely at home and constantly has something to do. The Gemini Moon craves distance in the relationship because it fuels their desire. When their partner is not immediately available, the Gemini Moon feels a sense of longing that keeps them engaged. The key to keeping a Gemini Moon in love is maintaining a healthy distance that fosters desire.

They stay in love with a partner who is five or ten steps ahead of them, constantly moving forward. Whether their partner is in another city or country, the Gemini Moon appreciates knowing that, despite the distance, their partner will always return. When the Gemini Moon is in love, they enjoy experiencing new activities with their partner, but they also need their partner to maintain their own life, to be occupied with their own goals.

The Gemini Moon thrives on the balance between autonomy and intimacy. They need space to explore their freedom but also desire their partner to pour into them when they return. They enjoy doing things together—trying new restaurants, exploring new hobbies like painting, or traveling. When the distance and autonomy are balanced, the Gemini Moon stays in love.

For the Gemini Moon, a relationship is about being able to have long conversations, share intense moments, and experience the fun and stimulating aspects of life together. They are ruled by the twin, so they need someone who can keep up with their pace and energy. They fall for the person who gets them—someone who understands their need for both independence and connection. That is the person they will stay in love with, for the long haul.

Cancer Venus: How They Fall in Love

Cancer Venus falls in love with people who have a calming presence and a soothing aura. They are drawn to those who are mellow, chill, and calm—individuals who don’t make a lot of noise or stand out too much. Cancer Venus prefers people who are not dramatic or overly reactive, but rather those who can simply respond in a composed and gentle manner. They fall in love with someone who evokes emotions of innocence, appreciation, care, and gentleness.

They are particularly attracted to kind, gentle people—those who are affectionate, not just physically but emotionally as well. A simple touch, like holding hands, a hand on the thigh, or a comforting hug, makes them feel cared for and loved. They fall in love with those who show affection in subtle but meaningful ways.

Cancer Venus also appreciates generosity. They are drawn to people who are giving and selfless, someone who will offer something to others without hesitation or expectation of return. They love people who make them feel seen and cared for, whether that’s by showing up for their friends or offering emotional support. They also fall in love with people who love animals and cherish their families—individuals who make family a priority and show love in meaningful, everyday ways.

Ultimately, Cancer Venus wants to be with someone who allows them to be themselves. They need a partner who makes them feel safe and peaceful simply by being their true selves around them. They fall in love with someone who provides a sense of healing and comfort without needing to pretend or be anyone else.

Cancer Moon: How They Stay in Love

The Cancer Moon stays in love with a person who is in tune with them—someone who constantly checks in and seeks to understand their emotional world. They are drawn to people who are compassionate and understanding, those who truly care to learn about their desires, feelings, and emotional needs. Cancer Moon needs a partner who doesn’t simply go about their own life without considering them.

They stay in love with someone who is humble—a person who can apologize when necessary, admit their wrongs, and show vulnerability without shame. The Cancer Moon values a partner who sees their weaknesses not as flaws but as opportunities to grow closer and connect.

The Cancer Moon also loves fierce affection. They need someone who shows them physical love consistently—whether that’s with hugs, kisses, or comforting gestures like massaging their scalp or cooking a meal with care. They are drawn to partners who express love through nurturing actions, whether that’s cooking a meal, washing their hair, or simply being physically affectionate in small, tender ways.

For Cancer Moon, trust is essential to staying in love. They need someone they can be vulnerable with, someone who accepts them holistically, flaws and all. They stay in love with people who make them feel secure and accepted no matter what.

Cancer Moons also deeply value emotional intelligence. They stay in love with individuals who manage their emotions in a healthy way, who don’t react impulsively or ghost them at the slightest emotional challenge. They are drawn to partners who know how to communicate—especially during tough conversations—without throwing their hands up in frustration. A Cancer Moon stays in love with someone who can steady their emotions and foster a relationship based on peace.

Ultimately, Cancer Moon stays in love with a relationship that provides them with a sense of emotional peace—a space where they can feel safe, loved, and supported while also being able to focus on other aspects of their life.

Leo Venus: Falling In Love

Leo Venus falls in love with people who make them feel special and extraordinary, individuals who can see them standing out in the crowd. They are attracted to someone who stands apart, who has an extra flair, uniqueness, and a boldness that excites them. They don’t necessarily fall for the loudest person in the room, but rather for the person who radiates the strongest energy, the one they can feel from across the room.

Leo Venus is drawn to people who are bubbly and happy, with radiant smiles that light up their face. They love people who exude confidence—those who walk with their head held high, with a steady and sure presence, never anxious or scattered. They are attracted to someone who moves through the world without hesitation, exuding strength and poise.

Leo Venus also falls in love with people who are liked and admired by others. They are drawn to those who are well-loved, popular, charismatic, and generous—people who have good friendships and are seen as the life of the party. They fall in love with people who seem to captivate others effortlessly, making them feel both desired and intrigued.

When it comes to physical attraction, Leo Venus is aroused on every level—mentally, emotionally, and physically. They fall in love with someone who stirs them in all ways, someone they crave and want to consume entirely. They are drawn to people they perceive as strong, dominant, and challenging, someone who can tease them and keep them wanting more with each passing interaction.

Leo Moon: Staying in Love

Leo Moon stays in love with someone who shows endless affection and seduces them on every level. They need a partner who sees and acknowledges everything they do, especially when that person expresses pride in them and provides unwavering support. As long as a Leo Moon feels recognized and valued, they remain hooked and deeply committed.

Leo Moon stays in love with someone who never falls apart. They want a partner who is always showing up whole, looking good, sounding confident, and engaging in interesting conversations. They are drawn to people who are bold and have unique personalities—individuals who intrigue them and keep them captivated. A Leo Moon needs a partner who is independent, knows what they want, and isn’t afraid to walk away. They love knowing that the person is with them because they want to be, not because they need them.

The Leo Moon stays in love with someone who makes their entire life feel romantic. They crave experiences, not just ordinary dates. They want to be swept up in something special—dressing up for an evening out, creating memorable experiences together. They fall in love with those who make romance an adventure, turning every moment into something extraordinary.

For the Leo Moon, there is nothing mundane about love. They love passionately, and they need a partner who can take them to new heights, constantly seducing and intriguing them. They want to feel like they are always experiencing novelty—something fresh, exciting, and thrilling with each interaction.

Leo Moon wants to feel desired and flirted with like it’s the beginning of the relationship, even after time has passed. They want to find their partner more attractive and enigmatic every time they see them. For a Leo Moon, love is about constant excitement, energy, and intensity—and they stay in love when their partner can keep that fire alive.

Virgo Venus: Falling In Love

The Virgo Venus falls in love with the essence of a person when they are in motion—when they are doing, performing, and excelling. Virgo Venus is captivated by natural performers, those who are gifted and multi-talented. They are especially drawn to people who have refined skills, not just raw talent, but something honed and mastered.

They admire individuals who possess abilities that create opportunities, establish them as important figures in their field, or contribute to their success. Virgo Venus is intrigued by excellence, whether it be in business, acting, singing, or any other craft. They are drawn to those who have multiple passions and execute them well.

What truly pulls a Virgo Venus in is a person whose skills can either teach or inspire them. They fall in love with individuals who encourage their own pursuit of perfection and continuous self-improvement. The Virgo Venus is enamored by intelligence, capability, and mastery—the smartest person in the room, the most accomplished, the one who stands out through talent and dedication.

Virgo Moon: How They Stay In Love

On the other hand, the Virgo Moon stays in love with someone who brings order to their life. While Virgo Venus is drawn to the performer, the achiever, and the doer, Virgo Moon finds lasting love in a person who provides stability, organization, and emotional structure.

The Virgo Moon craves a partner who allows them to step out of their perpetual “doer” mode and find moments of relaxation. They are deeply connected to someone who can bring ease and structure to their life—someone strategic, intelligent, and emotionally grounded. Rather than chaos or unpredictability, Virgo Moons need emotional stability.

They stay in love with a person who serves as a guide, offering wisdom and support without overwhelming them. Because Virgo Moons are naturally self-critical, they need a partner who provides reassurance—someone who listens, gives constructive feedback, and softens their tendency to be too hard on themselves.

Most importantly, Virgo Moon stays in love with someone who creates a lifestyle for them—a well-ordered, harmonious way of living. They are drawn to those who offer a sense of security, emotional intelligence, and balance. Unlike the Virgo Venus, who thrives on excitement and excellence, Virgo Moon is nurtured by generosity, dependability, and calm energy.

They do not gravitate toward overt emotional displays or chaotic expressions of feeling. Instead, they seek a partner who is steady, communicative, and emotionally intelligent—someone who can express emotions in a composed and thoughtful manner. A Virgo Moon does not want a relationship filled with turbulence; they want a partner who brings them back to center when they feel overwhelmed.

Ultimately, Virgo Venus attaches itself to skill and talent, while Virgo Moon clings to structure and emotional stability. Both placements seek excellence, but while Virgo Venus is captivated by brilliance, Virgo Moon is devoted to security.

Libra Venus: Falls in Love

Libra Venus falls in love with someone they feel an intense attraction toward—someone they find themselves wanting to talk to every day. However, before reaching that stage, Libra Venus typically has a physical type or preference. They are drawn to those who fit their idealized vision of beauty, and once someone meets this preference, they become intrigued and eager to engage.

Libra Venus is a distant lover at first. They prefer to observe, analyze, and mentally construct an image of who they believe a person is before making a move. They idealize their crush, imagining shared compatibility before actual interaction. However, once they decide to engage, they immediately seek connection, searching for common interests and shared experiences.

When a Libra Venus discovers a mutual interest with their crush, they will continue conversations, deepening the bond. Over time, they convince themselves that this person is incredibly similar to them—aligned in values, thoughts, and desires. It is through this sense of harmony and likeness that Libra Venus ultimately falls in love.

Libra Moon: Staying In Love

On the other hand, Libra Moon stays in love when they feel truly wanted and needed. Emotional security for them is deeply tied to feeling desired. They need to know that their thoughts, opinions, and daily experiences matter to their partner.

For a Libra Moon, communication is essential. They want a partner who listens—not passively, but actively. They crave someone who genuinely engages with their thoughts, offering feedback that reassures, validates, and affirms their decisions. Libra Moons thrive on verbal affirmation and mutual dialogue.

Additionally, Libra Moons stay in love with partners who are flexible and adaptable. Decision-making can be difficult for them, so they appreciate someone who can go with the flow, adjusting to their indecisiveness without pressure or frustration.

Like Leos, Libra Moons need to feel particularly liked and adored. They cannot stay in love with someone who makes them feel unappreciated, unwanted, or taken for granted. Their ideal partner must not only desire them but also express that desire openly and frequently. They need to feel as though they are the best thing that has ever happened to their partner.

Libra Moons also require significant affection and quality time to maintain emotional connection. They are deeply romantic and need a partner who prioritizes small yet meaningful gestures—someone who initiates dates, cherishes shared moments, and consistently expresses their love.

While grand romantic gestures are appreciated, what truly keeps a Libra Moon in love is a partner who makes them feel consistently wanted—someone who is affectionate, present, and engaged. They need a relationship that feels like a deep friendship as well as a romance, where both partners enjoy each other’s company and actively nurture their bond.

Scorpio Venus: How They Fall In Love

Scorpio Venus falls in love in a very unique manner. For them, love is not about physical attraction alone; they need to feel something deeper. Scorpio Venus is almost like a demisexual in that they are not drawn to someone just based on appearance. What truly captivates them is the emotional and energetic connection. It’s the person’s passion for life, their magnetism, and intensity that sparks Scorpio Venus’ interest. They are incredibly attracted to people who are passionate about their work, their pursuits, or even their energy in general. This intensity and passion can sometimes feel like fire, as Scorpio Venus experiences love with a fiery, almost overwhelming energy. They won’t always express their feelings verbally, but their actions show how deeply they care. They will fixate on their partner, focusing all their attention and energy on them, making their partner feel chosen and adored.

Scorpio Moon: How They Stay In Love

On the other hand, Scorpio Moon stays in love through a different process. While Scorpio Venus thrives on intensity and passion, Scorpio Moon craves peace, intellectual connection, and space. They need emotional autonomy and are often attracted to people who offer them knowledge and stimulate their intellect. Scorpio Moons don’t want overly intense partners who demand constant emotional attention. Instead, they want a partner who can give them the mental space to process their feelings and who understands their need for solitude. They are drawn to people who possess self-control, power, and persistence, admiring those who are determined and successful in what they pursue. However, Scorpio Moons also crave a deeply sensual connection. They long for a lover who can connect with them on both an emotional and physical level, reaching deep into their soul with their touch.

Sagittarius Venus: Falling in Love

A Sagittarius Venus falls in love with the idea of love. For them, love is about boundless possibilities. They want to feel as if the person they’re with has endless opportunities to grow and evolve. They don’t want a lover who is stuck in routine, confined by rigid roles, or unwilling to reconsider their beliefs. Sagittarius Venus craves a partner who is limitless, exuberant, and full of adventure.

They fall in love with the person who makes them feel happy and free—someone who brings an infectious spontaneity that makes them feel like they can take on the world. Their ideal lover is a dreamer and an inspirer, someone who encourages them to leap forward, chase their goals, and believe in themselves. They need a partner who teases all their senses, keeping them engaged and excited about life.

Conversation is key for a Sagittarius Venus. They fall for someone they can talk to for hours, discussing a variety of topics without it ever feeling like an argument—just a journey of mutual curiosity and intellectual stimulation. They love a person who brings new experiences, introduces them to novelty, and fuels their hunger for exploration.

Sagittarius Venus loves free spirits, peacemakers, and adventurers—the kind of people who embrace life as it is. They’re drawn to partners who reject monotony, who aren’t just rushing toward a final destination but are here to enjoy the ride. They crave someone who is always ready for a new adventure, someone who welcomes passion, excitement, and new beginnings.

Sagittarius Moon: Staying In Love

A Sagittarius Moon stays in love with the person who makes them laugh uncontrollably, the one who makes time slip away whenever they’re together. They fall in love with someone who makes them want to stay, someone they don’t want to run from—even when they deeply value their freedom, they want this person to be a part of their journey.

They stay in love with a partner who is radiant, positive, and endlessly inspiring. Their heart is drawn to wisdom and experience—someone who not only expands their ideas but also adds depth and insight to their existing beliefs. Sagittarius Moons are seekers, always craving new experiences, and they stay in love with a person who encourages their exploration and versatility.

They need a lover who isn’t rigid or routine-driven but instead allows for fluidity, spontaneity, and adventure. Their ideal partner is ambitious, creative, and hungry for more out of life—someone who is always looking for the next opportunity to grow. They stay in love with the person who stimulates them intellectually and emotionally, someone who probes into their soul and challenges them to think deeper.

A Sagittarius Moon stays in love with the one who can make them smile even in their most serious moments, the one they can shower with affection—hugging, touching, and constantly feeling close. Passion is key to their emotional bond; they need a partner who is fiery, passionate, and always ready for adventure.

Loyalty is everything. They stay in love with the ride-or-die, the cheerleader, the one who believes in them no matter what. Their heart belongs to the person who radiates positivity, embraces self-improvement, and is on a determined path to authenticity.

Capricorn Venus: Falling In Love

A Capricorn Venus doesn’t fall in love easily. Love is not their primary focus, as they believe their attention should be on building a fulfilling life outside of relationships. They are more concerned with success, stability, and personal growth, and love is something that happens in its own time rather than something they actively chase.

Falling in love for a Capricorn Venus is a slow process, much like water coming to a boil. At first, the water is still—flat, unmoving, and cool. There is no visible change. But as the heat builds gradually, small bubbles begin to form, and eventually, the water reaches a full boil, bubbling over with intensity. This is exactly how Capricorn Venus loves. They start detached and uninterested, fully focused on other aspects of life, but once they develop deep feelings, their love pours out uncontrollably. They go from calm and reserved to completely captivated—unable to hold back their emotions any longer.

Capricorn Venus doesn’t actively seek love; instead, they fall in love with someone they grow close to over time. This person is usually someone they already admire—someone they respect, find attractive, or see as accomplished in some way. They are drawn to individuals who are disciplined, ambitious, and dedicated—whether it’s in their career, a sport, or a personal goal. Capricorn Venus is naturally impressed by hard work and determination, so they fall for people who have earned their success through persistence and resilience.

Their love develops through shared experiences, deep conversations, and time spent getting to know the person beyond the surface. They won’t rush into anything—they build the connection slowly and steadily. But once they realize they have a crush, everything changes. Suddenly, their love boils over, and they can no longer play it cool. When a Capricorn Venus falls, they fall completely, surrendering wholeheartedly to love.

Capricorn Moon: Staying In Love

A Capricorn Moon is guarded when it comes to emotions. They are reserved, disciplined, and focused on success, often suppressing their feelings to maintain a sense of control and stability. They don’t want to appear weak, vulnerable, or emotionally dependent, so they keep their emotions tightly contained.

They stay in love by staying on track—meaning they need a partner who holds them to a high standard and challenges them to be their best self. Capricorn Moons don’t just want love; they want a partnership that helps them grow. They appreciate a lover who expects great things from them—not in an overly strict way, but in a way that motivates and inspires them. Every time they meet these expectations and succeed, they feel deeply appreciated and even more committed to their partner.

A Capricorn Moon needs a generous and supportive lover—someone who celebrates their achievements and rewards their hard work. Their ideal partner doesn’t just acknowledge their efforts; they make success feel exciting and bring fun into their life. While Capricorn Moons are naturally serious and driven, they need someone who can remind them to enjoy the moment and not just focus on their next goal.

They also crave a sensual and attentive lover—someone who takes the time to truly understand them. Their partner should know when to offer affection and when to give them space. They need time to process their emotions and ensure they are in control, so a partner who respects this balance will keep them feeling safe and grounded in love.

Capricorn Moons stay in love with hardworking, disciplined individuals who share their drive and ambition. They They need a partner who is just as motivated and goal-oriented as they are—someone who doesn’t just sit back and wait for things to happen but actively strives for success in their own life. This mutual ambition creates a strong foundation of respect and a sense of teamwork in the relationship.

However, even the most disciplined Capricorn Moon has moments of self-doubt or exhaustion, and in these times, they need a partner who can lift them up. They fall deeper in love with someone who acts as a source of encouragement, reminding them of their strength and ability to overcome obstacles. Words of affirmation are essential for them—they want to hear that their efforts are recognized, appreciated, and valued.

Quality time is another major factor in how a Capricorn Moon stays in love. But it’s not just about spending time together—it’s about meaningful time together. They don’t want to simply sit in the same room scrolling on their phones; they crave deep conversations, intimate moments, and shared experiences that strengthen their bond. Looking into their partner’s eyes, feeling understood, and truly connecting on a profound level keeps them emotionally invested.

At their core, Capricorn Moons are loyal, dependable, and deeply committed once they have fully opened their heart. While they may struggle to express emotions openly, their love is shown through acts of devotion, reliability, and unwavering support. They stay in love with the person who understands their need for structure, respects their independence, and inspires them to be their best self.

For a Capricorn Moon, love is not just about passion—it’s about building something real and lasting. They don’t fall in love easily, but when they do, they are in it for the long haul, choosing a partner who will grow with them, support them, and build a future together.

Aquarius Venus: How They Fall In Love

An Aquarius Venus is an oddball in love. They don’t view love the way most people do, as Aquarius is more intellectual and detached than romantic. They approach love through friendship and mental connection, rather than pure emotion or passion. Falling in love is not something that happens easily for them.

An Aquarius Venus is like ice—a solid block, cold to the touch. Ice serves a purpose: it cools drinks, preserves things, and provides comfort in certain situations. But no one wants to hold ice in their hands for too long because it’s cold and unyielding. Likewise, Aquarius Venus can come across as emotionally distant, detached, and difficult to grasp in relationships.

For them to truly fall in love, they need warmth—a person who is fluid, adaptable, and free-spirited enough to gradually melt their icy exterior. They aren’t looking for conventional beauty, a stable career, or traditional relationship dynamics. Instead, they seek someone who flows effortlessly through life, someone who is open, flexible, and ever-changing.

When they find the right person—someone with a warmth that contrasts their cool detachment—they begin to let go. They submerge themselves in that person’s presence, merging their energy with theirs. Many assume that Pisces Venus desires oneness, but in reality, Aquarius Venus craves that same unity—they just take longer to get there.

On their own, Aquarius Venus is often focused on higher ideals and grand visions. But when they find the right person, they long to become one with them. Love, for them, is like melting ice—slow, gradual, and deeply transformative. Once they fully merge with someone, their love becomes profound and unshakable.

Aquarius Moon: How They Stay In Love

Like Aquarius Venus, an Aquarius Moon stays in love only when the conditions are right. They are highly particular about their romantic and emotional connections. Unlike other Moon signs, Aquarius Moons can like someone, be attracted to them, or even hook up with them—but that doesn’t mean they’ll stay. For them to truly commit and remain in love, they need to feel like they’ve found the perfect emotional counterpart.

Aquarius Moons are elusive, fleeting, and unpredictable. They don’t stay in love easily because they are naturally detached. They are like a block of ice, and they won’t just melt for anyone. They don’t want to melt into sand, losing their identity. They don’t want to be thrown into fire, evaporating completely. They need the perfect balance—the right amount of warmth, fluidity, and freedom to let their walls down.

To stay in love, an Aquarius Moon needs a free-spirited partner—someone who is accepting, open-minded, and emotionally non-restrictive. They dislike clingy, demanding, or overly emotional lovers. Instead, they are drawn to people who are spontaneous, easygoing, and intellectually stimulating.

More than anything, Aquarius Moons stay in love with a person who shares their vision of the future. They need someone who understands their ideals and goals—someone who doesn’t just exist in the present but anticipates what’s next. They fall for teachers, thinkers, and visionaries—people who challenge their mind as much as they inspire their heart.

They don’t just want to learn ; they want to teach and be taught. An Aquarius Moon doesn’t want to feel like they’re always the one imparting knowledge—they want a partner who challenges them intellectually, someone who expands their way of thinking and introduces them to new ideas. This mental stimulation is a crucial part of their emotional connection.

Aquarius Moons also need a partner who allows them freedom—freedom to explore, to think, to be themselves without judgment. They don’t respond well to control, excessive rules, or emotional demands. They thrive in relationships that feel spontaneous, unrestricted, and full of discovery.

At the same time, they crave warmth—not in a suffocating way, but in a way that makes them feel safe and understood. They want a lover who doesn’t push or probe, but who creates a space where they naturally open up. Aquarius Moons rarely reveal their emotions right away, but with the right person, they will slowly begin to merge, connect, and truly love.

However, they are tricky lovers. It takes a rare kind of person to truly keep an Aquarius Moon in love. This person must match their uniqueness, understand their vision, and most importantly, be someone they can merge with without losing themselves. If their partner tries to control them, rush them, or confine them, they will withdraw—because an Aquarius Moon may stay physically present, but if the connection isn’t right, their heart and mind will already be gone.

Pisces Venus: Falling In Love

Pisces Venus falls in love unexpectedly. They are not actively searching for love because they are love. They embody and radiate it, constantly craving, desiring, and giving love. For them, love is not something to find—it already exists within them.

Their love is dreamy and subtle, yet deeply magnetic. They possess a quiet power that draws in those yearning for emotional connection. Pisces Venus doesn’t just fall for someone’s looks, fashion sense, or even their intellect—they fall in love with the soul. Something in their body, their intuition, tells them: This is the one. This is my soulmate, my twin flame, my forever love.

When they feel this deep, spiritual connection, they can’t resist. Love becomes a divine experience, and they put their lover on a pedestal, idealizing them as the ultimate soulmate. Their love is all-consuming, transcendent, and rooted in an almost otherworldly devotion.

Pisces Moon: How They Stay In Love

A Pisces Moon stays in love when their relationship keeps them enchanted, pulling them deeper into their imagination. They need constant emotional engagement, a love that stimulates their dreams and fantasies.

When a Pisces Moon is in love, their attention shifts completely onto their partner. They are no longer withdrawn, lost in their solitude—instead, they become immersed in the relationship. They want to be near you, touch you, feel you. Their hugs are tight, lingering, as if they are trying to merge souls. Their kisses are slow and deep, never wanting to pull away. When they gaze into your eyes, their own eyes may well up with tears—not from sadness, but from feeling love so intensely.

Pisces Moons fall deeper in love when their partner shares in their sense of adventure and wonder. If they say, I want to do something I’ve always dreamed of, and you enthusiastically join them, they feel understood. They don’t want a mundane love—they want one that feels magical, as if it were written in the stars.

They stay in love with a partner who is soft, gentle, and nurturing—someone who speaks to them with kindness and affection. If their partner believes in their dreams and aspirations, treating them as real and achievable, the Pisces Moon will stay eternally devoted. Tell them, You’re already an actor, an artist, a creator, and they will believe in you just as deeply.

A Pisces Moon remains in love when they feel emotionally safe—when their partner stays by their side during sadness, wipes their tears, and brings small gestures of care. They need a partner who nurtures their soul, who keeps their world feeling limitless and full of endless possibilities.

They want a love where two souls merge into one, where there is an unspoken energetic connection, a spiritual pull that binds them together. When a Pisces Moon justifies your actions, forgives easily, and constantly empathizes with you, it means they are deeply in love. They remain in love with a partner who allows them to live in the dreamy, romantic realm they crave, blending fantasy with reality, and creating a world where love is soft, kind, and ever-expanding.

[waiting-foratrain]

> do you ever think about how scary remembering being alecto must have been for nona? because i think about that a lot.

(NONA THE NINTH SPOILERS) (this is mostly a post inspired by my personal experience and feelings so feel free to disagree. but also i Am correct)

dissociative amnesia is terrifying. just. full stop, point blank- as a concept, to experience, however- its terrifying. the idea that there’s something missing and half the time you don’t even know it’s gone? and then to remember? to slowly start remembering every horrible thing that happened to you? to be nona, remembering, and suddenly realise that you’re doing what everyone around you seems to have wanted you to do since you first opened your eyes, you’re remembering- only it isn’t helping, and instead, you’re realising that everything you thought you were was built on a fault line that only seems to keep growing with everything more you remember?

and then it’s nona, the girl who’s anger has only ever been treated gently and peacefully by the people who love her, who is determined to be good, to be helpful, suddenly having to remember so much unrestrained anger, so much pain? and the more she remembers, the more she becomes sure that all of that is what she is going to be left as when her time, and her life is up. of course that scared her. how could it not scare her?

i don’t think it was just the realisation of who she had been that was terrifying - it was the understanding that she was a makeshift person walking around in a world where (nearly) everyone else got to be wholly themselves for as long as their bodies lived- but she’d been on borrowed time her whole life, and suddenly she has a rapidly running out countdown.

further - dissociative amnesia isn’t just about the loss, it’s about the shape of the loss. it’s about the gaps in the narrative of your own life, gaps you can’t see because your mind has plastered over them, smoothed them out so seamlessly that you don’t even think to ask what’s missing. It’s about waking up one day and realising the foundation you’ve been standing on isn’t real, and worse, that the truth waiting underneath it might be so much worse than the not-knowing… and when those memories do start to surface, you don’t quite know what it is, but it feels like a betrayal- and you aren’t quite the same as you were before anymore (which happens on such a bigger scale with nona!!!! it’s so important to me, that in ntn, nona’s remembering is not celebrated. so often in media, i see people remembering memories lost to trauma related amnesia portrayed as a good thing, and every time i’m just sat there thinking ‘is it worth it? really?’)

like. just imagine you’re nona, for me. your mind kept those lost memories from you for a reason- it buried them because it thought you wouldn’t survive them, and maybe you won’t, but now, whether you’re ready or not, they’re coming back. they’re clawing their way up from a grave you didn’t even know was there, and you have to look them in the eye and reconcile the person they tell you you were with the person you fought to be.

for nona, remembering meant losing herself. she didn’t just gain alecto’s memories, she became alecto again. the life she had built, the life she had clung to, the love she had felt, all of it just unraveled beneath the weight of who she had been before. how could it not be terrifying?

to remember. to finally give in and remember what she’d been so determined to not, to finally know what you were missing - and have to realise that your fears weren’t unfounded. it is scary - because remembering doesn’t make you whole. sometimes, remembering just erases you instead.

[babybearnation]

Oblivious Arthur and sighted childhood best friend who are soulmates but reader is too scared to admit it until they see someone flirting with Arthur which causes them to admit and they kiss

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yayyy, time to explore a different side of rsv lore!!

for more information about the world within red sight ‘verse, please read this post

non sighted!arthur leclerc x red sighted!childhood bff!gn!reader

cw: brief mentions of manipulation

you've always known who your soulmate was from the first moment you met him

arthur leclerc

you met when you were 7, barely able to understand what the string around your finger meant, only that it connected you to arthur

arthur didn't know that though

he couldn't see a string or feel its tug, he could only register its vague presence around his ring finger

so you kept it a secret, even when charles noticed the string connecting you two and pulled you aside to ask why you hadn't said anything

you weren't ready and you weren't sure you ever would be

you and arthur remained super close - where he went, you followed and vice versa

it wasn't all that uncommon to find you and arthur chatting over something in charles' garage

many fans speculated you two were together but no one said anything

even when red sighted people in real life saw you two, they could never link you and arthur together

you always made sure of that

until, at one race, someone starts flirting with arthur

you knew she was red sighted, and that she was trying to manipulate arthur because it was common knowledge he wasn't sighted and therefore would never know any different

her soulmate followed her everywhere and the sight of it made you so angry, you couldn't stop yourself from facing one of your biggest fears

you pulled arthur to one side, cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him. hard.

arthur made a noise of shock but kissed back, his hands resting on your waist

when you pulled apart, he asked to know why you did that and you told him to look at his hands

he did and sure enough, he could now see the red string around his ring finger, connected to you

he looks at you with wide hopeful eyes before pulling you into a hug

"i was hoping it was you"

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Through the Ashes

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Apocalypse-related violence, mentions of past injuries and loss, strong language, kinda slow-burn romance, protective Daryl, emotional comfort, tender moments

Author’s Note: I have no clue what to do so… enjoy this beautiful thing I’ve made lol. I accidentally almost posted it while I was half awake writing this lol but I might continue it, we shall see

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The world was painted in dying light, the sun slipping beneath the treetops in hues of deep amber and blood-red. You crouched behind an overturned truck, gripping your knife so tightly that the handle bit into your palm. Your breath came slow and measured, your ears straining for any sign of movement.

The dead weren’t the only thing to fear anymore.

Your group—your people—had been wiped out just hours ago. One moment, you were gathered around a fire, trading stories, and the next, it was chaos. Walkers pouring through camp. Screams. Gunshots. Blood. And then, nothing but silence and the scent of death.

You had run. You didn’t know how long, only that your legs burned, your lungs ached, and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. You hadn’t stopped moving until now, too afraid to face the truth: You were alone.

A twig snapped behind you.

You barely had time to react before a hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping your blade mid-swing. You twisted, ready to fight, but froze at the familiar blue eyes staring back at you.

“Easy,” Daryl rasped. His voice was rough, like gravel scraping against stone, but beneath it was something softer. Something familiar.

Your breath hitched. “Daryl?”

His fingers loosened around your wrist, but he didn’t step back. His sharp gaze flicked over you, scanning for injuries, for anything out of place. “The hell ya doin’ out here alone?” His voice was low, edged with something that sounded an awful lot like worry.

Your throat tightened. “Got separated.” You swallowed, trying to ignore the lump forming there. “They—they didn’t make it.”

Daryl’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. He didn’t press, didn’t ask for details. He just gave a slow, firm nod. “Come on. Ain’t safe here.”

You didn’t hesitate to follow.

---

The cabin Daryl led you to was barely standing, but it was shelter. The walls were cracked, the windows covered with old sheets nailed into place, but the fire he started burned warm. It was the first time you had felt even a semblance of safety in days.

Daryl barely spoke. He busied himself reinforcing the doors, setting up small traps outside, making sure nothing could get in without him knowing. You sat on the worn wooden floor, watching him work, exhaustion settling deep into your bones.

“You always this quiet?” you finally asked, breaking the heavy silence.

Daryl shot you a look. “Ain’t much to say.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Figures.”

He didn’t answer, just shook his head as he finished tying off a snare near the door. But there was something in his expression—something almost amused.

A comfortable silence stretched between you, the fire casting long shadows on the walls. Daryl finished his work and settled across from you, stretching his legs out with a quiet groan. You noticed how tense he still was, his shoulders tight, his fingers twitching like they were waiting to reach for his crossbow.

“You hurt?” he asked suddenly.

The question caught you off guard. You blinked at him. “What?”

His gaze flicked to your arms, then your legs, searching for any wounds you might not have noticed. “You hurt?” he repeated, softer this time.

Your chest ached at the concern in his voice. You shook your head. “No. Just… tired.”

Daryl studied you for a moment longer before nodding. Then, without a word, he reached into his bag and pulled out something small. He tossed it toward you.

You caught it—half a protein bar, slightly crushed but still good.

“Eat,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes.

A small, warm feeling bloomed in your chest. This was how Daryl cared. Not with big, sweeping gestures, but with quiet acts of kindness.

You tore open the wrapper, taking a small bite. Then, before he could protest, you broke the bar in half and held a piece out to him.

Daryl eyed it, then you. “I’m fine.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Daryl.”

His jaw clenched like he wanted to argue, but after a beat, he sighed and took the piece from your hand, fingers brushing yours for just a second before he pulled away.

“Happy now?” he muttered.

You smiled. “Yeah.”

The fire crackled between you, casting flickering shadows across Daryl’s face. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes, something raw and unspoken. He looked like he wanted to say something—like he had a thousand words caught in his throat but didn’t know how to let them out.

Instead, he shifted closer. Just enough that your knees brushed. Just enough that his warmth bled into yours.

Your breath caught. You had spent so long looking over your shoulder, waiting for the next fight, the next loss. But right now, with Daryl beside you, his crossbow within reach, his presence grounding you—you finally let yourself believe that, for tonight at least, you were safe.

Tentatively, you let your head rest against his shoulder.

Daryl stiffened for a heartbeat, like he wasn’t used to the contact. But then—slowly, cautiously—he leaned into you just enough to let you know it was okay.

A small, content sigh escaped your lips.

Daryl’s voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper. “Ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to ya.”

Your fingers curled slightly against the fabric of his sleeve. “I know.”

And you did. Because Daryl Dixon was the one person who had never let you down.

As exhaustion finally pulled you under, you felt him shift again, felt the ghost of his fingers brush against your hand. Not quite holding it. Not yet. But there. A promise.

For the first time in a long time, sleep came easy.

And for the first time in even longer, Daryl let himself relax. Because you were here. And that meant everything.

---

Flashback- Before the fall

The heat was suffocating, the kind that clung to your skin and made your clothes stick. You cursed under your breath, wiping sweat from your brow as you glared at the engine of your old truck.

It had overheated. Again.

“Need help?”

The voice made you jump, but you knew it before you even turned around.

Daryl Dixon.

He was leaning against his dirt bike, cigarette dangling from his lips, arms crossed like he had all the time in the world.

You huffed. “Not unless you know how to fix stubborn old trucks.”

Daryl snorted. “Might.”

You raised a brow. “Oh, yeah?”

Instead of answering, he flicked his cigarette to the ground and pushed off his bike, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel as he walked over. “Move.”

You stepped aside, watching as he peered into the engine, checking the hoses, the radiator. His movements were careful, practiced. He didn’t waste words, didn’t bother explaining what he was doing—just worked.

You had met Daryl through Merle, of all people. You hadn’t been particularly fond of Merle (in fact, you wanted to punch him most days), but Daryl? Daryl was different.

He didn’t talk much, didn’t trust easy. But there was something in him, something you had caught glimpses of over the years. The way he softened when no one was looking, the way he mended things instead of breaking them.

“You ever think about leavin’?” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Daryl stilled, just for a second. “Leavin’ what?”

“This place. Georgia. The same old shit.” You shrugged. “Goin’ somewhere new. Startin’ over.”

Daryl exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t that easy.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

He hesitated, fingers tapping against the side of the truck. “’Cause it just ain’t.”

You studied him for a moment, then gave him a small nudge with your elbow. “Well… if you ever change your mind, let me know. I could use a mechanic.”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. But you swore you saw something—something almost thoughtful—before he turned back to your truck.

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, but the silence was different. More comfortable.

---

Back in the cabin, the fire had long since burned low, leaving only the orange glow of embers in the hearth. Daryl’s hand had found yours again in the quiet. He hadn’t said a word, but the pressure of his fingers was enough. It was his way of showing you, once again, that you weren’t alone.

Not anymore.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! – Midnight💜

[nameless-jamie]

Reading your PA x Jamie FF has become the highlight of my day! Pls never stop posting! Can I request a FF where PA twists her ankle or sth and Jamie insists on helping her out all the time? Like carying all her stuff, carrying her up and down the stairs etc.?

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, flirting, physically hurt reader, suggestive language

A/N: I love love love this request. Had so many ideas I even added a bonus in the end! Hope you like it.

It happened in the stupidest way possible.

One moment, Y/N was walking down the hallway at Nelson Road, focused on the emails she was typing, and the next, her ankle rolled awkwardly on the edge of the step leading into the locker room. Stupid High Heels...

A sharp jolt of pain shot up her leg as she stumbled forward, barely managing to catch herself against the doorframe.

"Shit," she hissed under her breath, already feeling the dull throb settle in.

She turned her head and immediately regretted it.

Jamie was standing there, arms crossed, watching her with a raised eyebrow. "The fuck was that?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, standing up straight despite the pain. "I just—"

She took a step and winced.

Jamie was on her in an instant. "Oi, oi, oi—none of that," he scolded, hands hovering like he was ready to catch her at any second. "You just went down like a sack of bricks. You alright?"

"It’s fine, Jamie, really—"

He ignored her completely, kneeling down and gently wrapping his hand around her ankle, inspecting it like he was suddenly a qualified physio. "Yeah, that’s gonna be swollen as fuck in about five minutes," he declared, looking up at her with those big blue eyes of his. "You need to sit down. Now."

She sighed. "Jamie—"

Before she could protest, he stood up and—without any warning—scooped her up into his arms.

"JAMIE!" she shrieked, gripping onto his shirt.

"What?" he said, completely unfazed as he started walking. "M’helpin’ you."

"You can’t just—carry me around like this!"

"Sure I can," he said easily. "You’re my assistant, yeah? That means I gotta take care of you. Ain’t that how it works, love?"

"That is absolutely not how it works."

"Well, it is now."

She groaned, but there was no point in arguing. Jamie Tartt was nothing if not stubborn as hell when he wanted to be.

As they made it to Y/N'S office, her ankle was swelling up, and Jamie had fully committed to his self-appointed role as her personal helper.

"Right," he said, setting her down gently in her chair. "What d’you need? Water? Ice? Maybe a cuppa?"

"Jamie, I can handle it—"

"Shush," he said, pressing a finger to her lips like a dramatic idiot. "Not another word. I got this."

Before she could argue, he was off, stealing the ice pack from the physio room and shoving it against her ankle with all the gentleness of a golden retriever puppy.

"Jamie—"

"Shh, m’bein’ helpful."

He didn’t stop there. For the rest of the day, he followed her around like a shadow.

He carried all her things—even her tiny crossbody bag. He made her tea. Yup, just hot water and sugar. AGAIN. And when she needed to go upstairs for something, he flat-out refused to let her walk.

"I can walk just fine!" she insisted.

"Yeah, nah," he said, already crouching slightly. "Get on."

She blinked. "Jamie—"

"Piggyback, babe," he said with a grin. "Hop on."

She did not hop on.

She refused.

So Jamie did the only logical thing: he grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder.

"JAMIE FUCKING TARTT!"

"What?" he laughed, carrying her up the stairs like she weighed nothing. "Told ya, I ain't lettin’ you hurt yourself worse."

"I will murder you in your sleep."

"Nah, you love me too much."

She would never admit it out loud, but—maybe, just maybe—being fussed over by Jamie Tartt wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

Not that she’d tell him that.

Because if she did, she’d never hear the end of it.

By the time lunch rolled around, Y/N had resigned herself to the fact that Jamie Tartt was not going to let her do a single thing for herself.

Not. One. Thing.

Not when he had practically carried her all through the morning like she was some helpless maiden. Not when he had physically taken her laptop off her desk and plopped it onto his lap instead, typing things out for her like her own personal (and highly unqualified) secretary.

And definitely not now, when she was trying—and failing—to carry her lunch tray through the cafeteria. Barefoot. Limping.

Jamie materialized beside her, swiping the tray right out of her hands before she could argue.

"I got it," he said casually, strolling toward the nearest table like he hadn’t just stolen her food.

"Jamie, I am perfectly capable of—"

"Yeah, yeah," he interrupted, setting her tray down before pulling out a chair for her. "C’mon then, sit."

She rolled her eyes. "You know I’m not actually dying, right?"

"You might as well be," he said dramatically, waving his hands. "Dunno if you noticed, but you’ve been limpin’ all day. Looks tragic, babe. Like somethin’ outta a sad animal documentary."

She shot him a flat look. "It’s a sprained ankle, not a career-ending injury, genius."

Jamie shrugged. "Same thing, innit?"

Before she could argue, Jamie plopped down next to her and—because he was absolutely incapable of keeping his hands to himself—stole a chip right off her plate.

"Jamie!" she swatted at his arm, but he just grinned, chewing obnoxiously.

"What? You can’t fight me for it," he teased. "You’re injured."

"You’re the worst."

"Nah, I’m proper helpful, actually," he said, nudging her. "Bet you wouldn’t even be eatin’ right now if it weren’t for me."

She sighed dramatically. "You’re right, Jamie. I would have starved to death. Thank you for your noble sacrifice."

"That’s what I’m sayin’!" he said, gesturing like she had just proven his point. "Now, go on. Eat up. Need to keep your strength up."

She huffed but took a bite of her sandwich anyway, because fine, maybe he had a point.

And for a few minutes, there was silence—until she noticed Jamie watching her, chin propped in his hand, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

She swallowed. "What?"

"Nothin’," he said, still smirking. "You’re just cute when you’re grumpy, is all."

Her face heated instantly.

"Oh, piss off," she muttered, looking away, but Jamie just laughed, absolutely thriving off her flustered reaction.

He leaned in, dropping his voice to a low, teasing drawl.

"Bet you like me takin’ care of you, don’t you, love?"

She nearly choked on her food. "What?!"

Jamie grinned. "S’okay, baby, you can admit it. You love it, yeah? Me dotin’ on ya, carryin’ ya round, bein’ all sweet and that?"

She refused to give him the satisfaction.

"You’re ridiculous," she scoffed, stabbing at her food with unnecessary aggression.

Jamie just laughed again, obnoxious and way too pleased with himself.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, stealing another chip. "But you still let me, don’t ya?"

She had no good response to that.

And Jamie knew it.

Which meant she was never living this down.

SMALL BONUS:

Y/N had been dreading this moment all day.

Because of course, with Jamie insisting on carrying her everywhere like some sort of overenthusiastic prince charming, it was only a matter of time before she had to face the most humiliating question of all.

And Jamie, being Jamie, didn’t make it any easier.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, clearing her throat. "Uh, Jamie?"

"Hmm?" He didn’t even look up from his phone, lazily scrolling through some post-match analysis.

She hesitated, already regretting this. "I, um… I need to go to the bathroom."

Jamie immediately looked up, a slow, devious grin spreading across his face. "Ohhh," he said like this was the best news he’d ever received.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Don’t. Start."

"Start what?" he asked, looking utterly innocent—which was exactly how she knew he was about to start.

"Jamie," she warned.

"I mean," he continued, stretching dramatically, "since you can’t walk an’ all, guess that means I’ll have to carry you, yeah?"

Her entire body went hot. "Absolutely not."

"Aw, c’mon," he said, biting back a laugh. "I been carryin’ you everywhere else. Why stop now?"

"Because this is different!"

"How?" He leaned in, way too entertained by this. "You think I’m gonna just drop ya in the loo an’ run? Or you worried I’ll hear somethin’ I shouldn’t?"

Y/N groaned, covering her face. "Jamie, for the love of—"

"Bet you’re a shy pee-er, aren’t ya?" he said, grinning like an idiot.

She wanted to die.

"Shut up!" she hissed, glancing around in case anyone overheard.

Jamie, being the absolute menace that he was, kept going.

"Could always help, y’know," he said, mock-thoughtful. "Like, if you need me to hold you over the—"

"STOP TALKING."

He howled with laughter, doubling over like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened to him.

"You’re such a child," she muttered, covering her face.

Jamie wiped fake tears from his eyes. "Fuckin’ hell, babe, you’re killin’ me."

"Good."

Still grinning, Jamie stood up and stretched. "Right, c’mon then. Let’s get this over with."

"I hate you," she mumbled as he bent down, effortlessly scooping her up bridal style.

"Nah, you love me," he said, way too cocky.

And, okay. Maybe she did.

But she’d rather die than admit it.

[severus-snaps]

A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies...

never given this line much thought before but it fits with what Bellatrix says about Spinner's End being a "Muggle dunghill" and the dirty river etc, on top of the infamous collection of information in Two Up, Two Down post I love so much.

what follows is another moment for me of realising just how hard snape had it and the likely conditions he grew up in

he didn't have any older siblings (that we know about) to borrow clothes from, which was why he was in his parents' clothing; the fact that he wasn't loaned any clothes that fit marginally better or were even for boys from the neighbours suggests that the Snapes weren't particularly close to the other families, and i expect a large number of flies in the house (enough to be shooting down, enough to spot when harry only saw the memory fleetingly) suggests poor sanitation in the home

It's not just a case of Bellatrix being judgy about a Muggle neighbourhood, currently falling apart with houses on the cobbled streets boarded up and with broken windows, and a dirty, smelly river; Snape's home growing up was considered "a poor recommendation" even when he was a child. Two up, two down houses were, in that period (and even before) often falling apart, known for being unsanitary and unsafe, as well as damp and cramped together. they were never intended to be nice; they were thrown up so that workers could be near the factories, and that was about the only concern at the time

There's some really vivid descriptions of living in these sorts of houses around, but I've just found this one from facebook (with images I've added from flashbak.com):

The house had no electric supply and relied solely on gas for everything.

One wall in each room had one gas mantle fitted to it for light and when the mantle became faulty it would smell and the light would become less bright and eventually cease to do the job and need replacing.

There was a coal fire grate in each room but only the living room fire was kept lit to keep the costs down because although people worked long hours wages were low and money was in short supply.

In the kitchen the heat from the stove when cooking provided some warm that also made its way upstairs into the bedrooms.

During the winter months when the house was particularly cold overcoats were placed over the blankets on the beds for extra warmth for the children in the front bedroom. While the parents slept in the smaller back bedroom.

There was only one water tap in the house situated in the kitchen and the kettle or pans had to be filled when hot water was required. They were heated on the stove and because there was no bathroom the young children were washed in the large sink or a tin bath while others went to the public baths situated nearby, local to the area.

The toilet was in the back yard and was also unlit, leaving the gas light from the kitchen to light up the yard through the window.

Toilet paper was old newspapers that had been cut up into squares and made ready for use.

All flooring in the house was covered with lino with the exception of the living room that had a rug in the centre for comfort and to help prevent wear and tear. Since the end of the world war II there had been shortages and many households struggled to get basic food stuff and clothing.

The black market had been active for some years and those that had the money would get what they needed, while for those that had little depended on the rationing system introduced by the government to make sure that everyone got at least basic food stuff.

The I.D. card had been introduced because of the war and was proof of who you were and was used for the benefit of rationing. There were often queues at the butchers and many families got the scrag ends and scraps that were left over.

When it came to clothing, families would put aside what was worn by one child until the next child had grown enough to wear them and every item including shoes were cleaned and repaired if possible and put away and saved for later use.

In those days children at play preferred to play outside and regularly would play along the canal and the neighbourhood streets and alleyways. There were very few cars around and despite the unclean air from the surrounding factories they would play all day outside until they were called in.

In those days there were very little restrictions on pollution and it was normal to wake up in the mornings to smog that sometimes lasted all week. A real pea souper as they say

but like... imagine snape growing up there, like that, with no sense of community and parents who couldn't afford to or weren't able to care for him properly. this is so far beyond 'weasley poor' with their warm, cosy home and plenty to eat; this is gaunt poor, improper housing, and conditions that regularly made people ill

perhaps the Snapes had to rely on the black market to even eat enough, if they could afford it; I'm picturing chest infections and frost on the insides of the windows over the winters, and flies crawling in the house in the summers - and apparently limited use of magic at the time snape was growing up to rectify any of it, else the descriptions wouldn't be so consistently negative (and evocative) with a potential swarm of flies in his bedroom

(wonder if he was underage here, and using his wand since his mother would've had one, or whether it's a snippet of post-hogwarts snape; the next memory is of snape on a broomstick, so presumably that's at hogwarts, and he was underage in the fly memory, trapped/hiding/sulking in his room)

then he gets to hogwarts with the likes of the malfoys, who have a whole mansion and peacocks and house elves and can afford anything they want, and they look down on the weasleys and their comfortable one-'moderate'-income supporting a seven-child home as if they were cockroaches. what on earth would they have thought of snape, if they knew? he had factual knowledge of the magical world, but i doubt he had that "raised in the magical world" vibe they so desperately want to protect

[omegothic]

okay but chocobros as killjoys. i think i just opened a portal to hell

noctis as party poison because he is the main character

prompto as kobra kid because blond and cute

gladio as fun ghoul because i feel like they are the most temperamental

and ignis as jet star because mom friend yeah

and both stories end bad. love the loser kings

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 20

Word count: 5302 Warnings: violence, NON-CON, vomit A/N: we're finally here fellas. after such a long time. here comes the second sex scene. (proceed with caution)

“You’re in luck – it didn’t inflame,” Izzy said, wrapping back the bandage around Vince’s arm. “Now the shoulder… Hm, also not bad. I’m almost sure you’re gonna live.”

“Almost?”

“Well, men die of stupidest of reasons. A wave might hit the ship while you’re on pooping deck and you’ll fall overboard. Only God knows how you’ll die.”

Wrong, Vince thought grimly. He was pretty sure how he would die. From Nikki’s hands or complications of injuries he would give – or had given - him. But he didn’t tell Izzy that.

“Alright, I can safely say you’re one of the healthiest people on this ship right now, so off you go. I have many more patients to attend.”

“Anyone with something serious?”

“Bret had his knee ligaments cut. I doubt he’ll ever walk unassisted again. Dave had his hand cut off, and I don’t like the look of his stump. But that’s probably it. We got off this one very lightly.”

“We did. Thanks, man.” Vince got up from the bunk. “See you.”

The sun shone brightly on the deck, and the dried blood made the ship smell like a slaughterhouse. Not that Vince had ever been in one, but that was what he imagined a slaughterhouse would smell. A crewmate he didn’t know was washing the deck in a very leisurely fashion, his face grim. Vince should have been in his place, but Mick convinced Tommy he needed him on the galley, and Vince was very thankful. The food didn’t smell as bad, at least.

His gratitude disappeared when Vince returned to the galley and was immediately berated.

“I said, ten minutes max! You’ve been away at least half an hour!” Mick raged. “Did Stradlin conduct a full-body exam there or something?”

To be honest, Vince and Izzy did spend some time over a mug of beer, but to Vince it seemed barely five minutes long. Either Mick was way exaggerating the time he was away, or the beer really messed up Vince’s perception of time. Whatever it was, Vince didn’t want to anger Mick, who had just barely warmed up to him again.

“Sorry,” he raised his hands in an apologetic gesture. “What do you need me to do?”

“Bring plates and cutlery up on the deck while I watch the pot. We’re already late with breakfast.”

Vince had already learned, through trial and error, how to climb up onto the deck with one hand holding a stack of plates. Though it did help that they were made of tin. At first Vince was disgusted at the mere thought of eating off them, stained no matter how hard he washed them, making food taste metallic, but now he didn’t care. He was happy as long as there was food on those plates.

Pirates, seeing him line up plates on the deck, began gathering around him. There’d never been conflicts over food, because everyone got their share, but everyone wanted to get the portion from the top of the pot, where it didn’t burn and stick to the bottom. Vince, by virtue of being the one distributing, usually got his portion one of the last, so he sure understood them. But as much as Vince looked, he couldn’t see the captain and his first mate. Which was bad, because if they wouldn’t come out on deck to get their portions themselves, he would have to deliver them to the cabin, and Vince had no desire whatsoever to go there.

Soon Mick brought out the steaming hot pot of porridge, a loaf of bread and a jug of beer. Everyone got their portions. The captain and his first mate didn’t come.

The porridge tasted more metallic than usual, like someone dripped blood in it. But the color was the usual greyish beige, the thickness the same too. That was probably just a particularly shitty plate.

Mick had set aside two plates for the captain and the first mate, but didn’t yet tell Vince to go deliver them. He probably just forgot, and Vince kept nursing hope that they would come out and get their portions themselves eventually. At least until the porridge gets cold, because it was even less edible that way and was sure to piss Nikki off.

Finally Vince saw Tommy walk out of the cabin and head towards them with a springy step.

“Oh, I see breakfast is already over,” he said upon approach. “Hope you left some for us, Mick?”

“Of course I did.” Mick rolled his eyes. “I am not yet ready to walk the plank.”

“Oh, don’t exaggerate. Nikki is unpleasant when hungry, but not that unpleasant.” Tommy turned to Vince. “C’mon. Help me bring Nikki the food.”

And here it was, his biggest fear. He only hoped Tommy was gonna eat with Nikki and hold him back somewhat.

Vince put a piece of bread on the edge of the plate and grabbed it with one hand and a mug of beer with the other. Tommy did the same with his portion and immediately took a sip from his mug.

“Ew, warm. Let’s go.”

They walked across the deck to the captain’s cabin, a knot of fear in Vince’s stomach growing tighter with every step. Then, when they reached the cabin, instead of knocking on the door Tommy turned to him.

“He’s still mighty pissed over Hetfield’s betrayal. So if you wanna walk out of here on your own two feet: don’t act up. Don’t look him in the eye. Don’t resist. Don’t talk back. Just do what he says, alright? You have only brushed the surface of what he’s capable of. Don’t dive deeper.”

“Well, that’s encouraging,” Vince tried to spit out a laugh, to show he was not afraid, but it sounded more like a pained choke and didn’t convince Tommy in any way whatsoever. He sent Vince a sharp gaze and turned to kick the door - his hands were occupied.

Nikki opened after one kick. He looked like he had a very bad night: disheveled, his features deeper and sharper than usual, his pupils so wide they almost fully covered the irises. The draft flowing through the door carried with it a strong smell of spirits.

“Finally,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It sure took you a lot of time to fetch him, T-bone.”

“C’mon, I was away for hardly more than five minutes,” Tommy said cheerily, like it wasn’t him just warning Vince of Nikki’s awful mood. “He brought you breakfast, too. Please eat; it helps the hangover.”

Oh. Nikki didn’t send for breakfast, which incidentally included Vince. He sent for him in particular, which was way worse than Vince thought.

“Eggs don’t teach the chicken,” Nikki grumbled. Then, in a more businesslike voice, continued. “I want you to send men to scour the Metallica; I heard they’ve had a good raid recently, maybe they haven’t spent it all yet. Take anything we can sell. Also bring in Mick so he can look at the food and see what we can take. I want this ship looted to the last hold.”

“You want to sell it or drown?”

“Drown, of course. His Majesty the King will surely look for his faithful servants, and we don’t want to leave any traces.”

“Pity.” Tommy sighed. “She’s a good ship. I’ll be on my way then. Have fun, you two.”

Vince’s stomach dropped. Yeah, that was going to be exactly what he feared. Fun for Nikki, sure; for Vince? Not so much.

The door closed behind him, cutting of the light of the sun and the fresh sea air. The cabin was dark and stuffy inside, the curtain barely letting in sunlight. Everything was in disarray. What was he even doing here to make such a mess?

“Don’t just stand there! Put the food on the table!” Nikki ordered in an irritated voice. Then he looked the table over and pushed a few empty bottles and books off it to make space for the plate and the mug. Vince carefully lowered them on the table and backed off, trying to get out of Nikki’s sight. Maybe he’d just forget about him then.

Nikki sat down to eat and poked the porridge with his spoon.

“This looks like glue,” he said. “Tastes, too. Did Mick cook it?”

“Yes.”

“Weird. His cooking game is usually better than this.” Still, despite his distaste, he began eating rather hungrily. A hangover does that to a man, Vince thought.

“I’m also gonna ask him about your performance,” Nikki said suddenly. “Gotta make sure you’re earning your food and not slacking off.”

“I’m not,” Vince said carefully, rubbing at the already permanent creases on his fingers from all the dish-washing.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Nikki finished his porridge and reached for his beer. “Tell me more about how hardworking you are.”

Vince bit his lip to not let out a spiteful remark. This was a man spending the majority of his days drinking in his cabin or messing around with his first mate. Sure, maybe he slaved away earlier in life to get where he was, but now he had no right to tell Vince he wasn’t hardworking enough.

“Truth stings, huh?” Nikki grinned, spotting Vince’s changed expression. “In my opinion, you have too much free time on your hands. Mick’s got a soft spot for you – I didn’t expect that of him, but whatever - and lets you slack off, but I’m gonna put an end to this. In between working the galley you’ll also be cleaning my cabin.”

Vince clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug deep into his palms. It wasn’t even extra work that bothered him – it was just that it would be even harder to avoid the captain. And cleaning his cabin, constantly being watched by him, subject to whatever he wished to do at any moment in time… hell on earth.

Nikki watched him with a smug grin.

“Well, what do you say?”

“Does it matter what I have to say?” Vince said through gritted teeth. Nikki’s grin widened.

“That’s right, it doesn’t. Glad you understand that.” He rose from his chair and stepped towards Vince.

Vince stepped back before his brain could even process the act. He stared at Nikki’s feet, ready to catch the next step he would make. But Nikki didn’t, just tilted his head and crossed his arms on his chest.

“Backing away from me, huh? Don’t want me to touch you?”

A question with no right answers. Again. As usual, Vince didn’t reply, just kept staring at Nikki’s feet. He refused to look Nikki in the eyes, but not because he was guilty; he feared what he could see behind that grin, in these cold green eyes. Rage. Hate. Lust.

Nikki stepped forward. Vince stepped back.

“You’re afraid of me? You think I will hurt you?”

Of course I am. Of course you will.

“You think there’s a reason for me to hurt you? Is that because you’re guilty of something?”

Another step. Vince stepped back, words hardening in his throat, not willing to leave his mouth. He shook his head ferociously, but Nikki wasn’t convinced.

“Look at you. All shaking, staring at the floor. That’s not a look of an honest man that has nothing to hide.”

Another step. Vince backed away – and his foot met resistance. He pressed his back into the wall of the cabin. There was no way out – Nikki stood between him and the door.

“I didn’t do it.” The words finally spilled out of his mouth. “I didn’t conspire with that man, Hetfield. I’ve never met him.”

“I didn’t even say anything about Hetfield, and your first thought was him? That’s what you think you’re guilty of?”

Nikki was very close now, mere inches between them. Vince shrunk his head into his shoulders. Nikki’s breath ruffled his hair.

“No,” Vince croaked. The knot of fear in his stomach spread into his limbs, making his hands shake and his throat close up. “I just- you lashed out at me for this in the galley. So I thought-“

“You thought,” Nikki said slowly and cupped Vince’s chin gently. For now. “You definitely have too much free time on your hands.”

And then his grip hardened, and he slammed Vince’s head into the wall. Sharp pain spiked through Vince’s skull, the world went white for a second. His hands instinctively flew up and grasped at Nikki’s arms, but his grip was unyielding. Nikki’s nails were digging into Vince’s cheek so deeply Vince feared they would tear right through the thin skin.

“I wonder when you managed to do that.” Nikki’s voice was as though coming from afar, even though his face was inches away from Vince’s. “Meet up with Metallicos, I mean. It sure happened in Port Royal, but I’ve been keeping an eye of you the entire time. So when?..”

“I didn’t.” Vince’s voice betrayed him and came out really hoarse and quiet. “I never met up with any-“

Another slam. Pain flashed in the back of his head and spread through it like a spider’s web, enveloping Vince’s brain, evaporating every coherent thought. He didn’t even notice he bit through his lip until his saliva tasted metallic.

“Liar,” Nikki said coldly. “Filthy, dirty liar. Caught red-handed and still trying to weasel away from it. Typical for your kind.”

What kind, a thought flashed through Vince’s mind, but it was gone as fast as it came. He was frantically searching for words that would convince Nikki he was innocent – and couldn’t. Whatever he said, Nikki would find a way to turn it against him.

He spoke anyway. “If I conspired with them. I wouldn’t kill those two. In the galley.”

“Maybe you realised they were losing and tried to cover your ass.” Nikki narrowed his eyes.

“I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know who they were. I swear!” The last word rose in pitch and trailed off. Nikki looked at Vince… not with hate, not with rage. Like an artist admiring his work of art.

“Anyway, that doesn’t matter now. All the Metallicos are dead, and I’ll make sure you have no chance to plan against me ever again.”

And then he released his grip. Turned out it was the only thing holding Vince upright, and now he slid down the wall, his knees weak. His heart was racing, his vision blurry. Dull pain spread from the back of his head, fogging his thoughts.

He forced himself to stay alert and watch Nikki, who stepped back, looking Vince over, another smug grin on his lips. Seeing that cold, handsome face, the face of a person who held Vince’s fate in his hands and fiddled with it however he wanted, cemented Vince’s fear into hate. No one should be allowed to wield complete power over a person. That makes them think themselves godly.

“On your knees,” Nikki said.

Tommy’s words came to mind. Don’t resist. You have only brushed the surface of what he’s capable of.

Vince’s elbows shook when he tried to prop himself up from the floor. White flashed before his eyes at the mere movement, making him halt to come to his senses. Nikki didn’t like the wait.

“Hurry up!” He kicked Vince in the side. “I’m not wasting an entire day on you!”

Vince suppressed a pained cry and scrambled to get onto his knees. He already had a suspicion, and now that Nikki began unfastening his belt, it proved itself true.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Vince said hoarsely. He didn’t even know why he said that. It sure wouldn’t convince Nikki not to do it. “I’ve never-“

“Then it’s time to learn,” Nikki replied cheerfully. His hand ruffled Vince’s hair, then gripped onto it and pulled his head back.

“You can’t imagine how gorgeous you are,” he said, rubbing Vince’s temple with his thumb, “like this. That’s where you belong.”

A hot ball of shame burst in Vince’s stomach, poisoning his whole body. He really wished his family thought he was dead. Because he wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye after this.

His face must have reflected his thoughts, because Nikki pulled at his hair and laughed.

“Don’t like that? But it’s true. The faster you learn to accept it, the better for you.”

Then he unbuttoned his pants and took out his half-hard cock. Vince couldn’t hold back a grimace - Nikki must have not washed himself since Port Royal. Vince too, sure, but he wasn’t making anyone smell his crotch, after all.

“Yeah, seafaring life has its limits. Get used to it,” Nikki said, lining the tip of his cock to Vince’s lips. “Open your mouth. And mind your teeth.”

Yeah, it tasted even worse than it smelled. Vince’s first instinct was to spit it out, but Nikki’s grip on his hair was too tight. Instead Vince concentrated on suppressing his retching. Surely Nikki wouldn’t be pleased if he vomits all over his cabin.

Nikki didn’t give him much time to get used to it. He thrusted his hips forward impatiently, making Vince gag.

“If you don’t work on it yourself, I’ll just fuck your throat,” he threatened.

Yeah, he would surely vomit if Nikki did that. Vince had no other choice.

He recalled what the maids and prostitutes he slept with did and tried to copy that: carefully run his tongue along Nikki’s cock, then moved his head up and down the length. These whores were professionals, after all. He should have been paying attention to their techniques.

Nikki’s trembling gasp told him he was doing the right thing. His fingers grasped Vince’s hair tighter.

“Keep it up,” he ordered. “Just like that.”

Vince began moving his lips up and down Nikki’s cock, alternating speeds: slower, faster, slower again. It was harder than he thought: soon his knees began to hurt, and his tongue got tired. That was when he made a mistake.

“Ouch! Teeth!” Nikki pulled Vince’s head back by the hair, his cock slid out of Vince’s mouth. “Told you to be careful, little bastard!”

Then he slapped Vince with his free hand. It wasn’t really strong, or painful, but Vince’s poor head had gone through a lot that day already, so the world went blurry for a couple moments. Vince blinked forcefully to clear his vision and saw Nikki, frowning, expecting an answer.

“Sorry, sir.” He wiped a string of saliva on his chin. “You know I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s the only reason you’re not getting your ass kicked right now,” Nikki grumbled, pulling Vince back to his crotch. “But only this first time.”

Sucking dick turned out to be harder than Vince expected. He had to fold his lips under his teeth, and that made them go numb really fast. It was especially hard when moving quickly, and Nikki was at the stage of arousal when slowing down would anger him. To be fair, though, Vince managed that in completely non-sexual situations just as well, so the issue probably ran deeper than that.

“Come on,” Nikki growled, rocking his hips forward. “Faster!”

Now that his cock was fully hard, the threat of vomiting all over the cabin was getting more and more real. And Nikki, dissatisfied with Vince’s speed, took the matter into his own hands – literally: he wrapped his hands around Vince’s head and began violently thrusting into his mouth. The very throat-fucking he threatened Vince with.

It did not go well at all. Vince’s eyes watered, breath faltered, the dull pain in the back of his head sharpened and spread. And, the worst of it, his breakfast rose to his throat, threatening to spill out every second.

Vince frantically tapped on Nikki’s arm, trying to attract attention, but Nikki didn’t even notice. Trying to wrangle his head out of Nikki’s grip also failed. Nikki was so consumed in the action he didn’t even notice Vince’s fussing.

Well, there was no other choice. Vince pushed Nikki away, and when his hands met resistance, kicked him in the knee, making him gasp in pain, lose balance and fall. But that did make Nikki release his grip, letting Vince turn in the opposite direction and empty his stomach on the floor.

The porridge looked only slightly better on the plate than it did now. But it sure smelled and tested better, not mixed with stomach bile then. The taste was so bitter and nauseating that for a second Vince considered licking the wooden cabin floor, just to wipe it off his tongue.

He heard Nikki groan behind him and turned his head just in time to see him get up from the floor and limp towards him. The expression on his face made Vince’s already long-suffering stomach drop.

“I’m sorry-“ he began, but Nikki didn’t let him continue. With a strong kick he turned Vince’s body on his stomach, grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the floor.

This time it took Vince longer to come around, and it wasn’t pleasant. For a second he was sure he went blind, but then the vision returned, blurry, with white sparkles dancing in front of his eyes. And a sharp pain where Nikki’s hand pulled him by the hair.

“You little, dirty-“ he heard, the words barely audible through the ringing in his ears. “Eat your own shit.”

And then he dragged Vince to the puddle of vomit. Just before Nikki pressed his face into it, Vince propped himself up on his arms, his face inches away from the puddle. It was good he wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore – his skin didn’t soak it up like fabric would.

“Eat, dog!” Nikki growled, pressing on the back of Vince’s head. Pain spread through his neck and shoulders, but by mere miracle Vince kept his head up. He was willing to go far to not anger Nikki, but this was farther than that.

While Nikki was occupied pressing onto his head, Vince fumbled his leg until it met resistance – and then kicked as hard as he could. He hit the target: Nikki hissed in pain and let him go – just for a moment, but it was enough for Vince to roll away from the puddle of vomit, scraping his elbows on the hard floor.

Nikki was rubbing his leg and wincing – apparently, Vince kicked him in the injured one. Otherwise Nikki wouldn’t let him go so easily after just a kick, Vince realised. And he sure wasn’t going to let him go so easily now. Vince pissed him off so bad his face wasn’t even twisted in anger – it was now an expressionless mask, and his eyes were black, like a demon’s, even though his pupils were probably just unnaturally wide.

Nikki walked towards him. Vince crawled away – or, rather, tried to, because Nikki gripped his ankle and dragged him back to the center of the room.

“I was willing to let you go unharmed today if you pleased me,” he said, voice low. “But you didn’t please me at all.”

Then he kicked Vince in the ribs. One kick, two, three… then Vince lost count. Putting his arms in the way didn’t help at all, so he curled up in an embryo’s pose and covered his head with his hands, but Nikki still managed to get to the most vulnerable spots on his body.

“Scream!” Nikki yelled, kicking him once again. “Scream for fucking mercy!”

Vince would have, but he had no voice left. The only sound he could manage was quiet wheezing. He couldn’t even breathe: just as he inhaled, Nikki’s boot would kick the air out of his lungs. The edges of his vision darkened, his tongue tasted blood in addition to stomach bile.  At some point he distinctly felt one of his ribs crack under the assault.

Vince didn’t properly register when it all stopped: the pain consumed his whole being, dimmed all his perceptions. It took him a couple minutes to realise the kicks weren’t coming anymore. He peeked between his arms and saw Nikki’s legs pacing back and forth in and out of his field of vision. The floor planks vibrated under his feet.

Vince tried to inhale and began to cough violently. Blood splattered on the floor under his mouth. But when he finally got some air into his lungs, his chest exploded with pain. One of the ribs was tangibly shifting under his skin, every its movement sending sharp spikes of pain throughout his torso. Oh god. Was that even curable?

Nikki approached and squatted next to him. All Vince could see were his boots, boots that had just rammed into his flesh, bruising and breaking it. Then Nikki’s hand came into view and pushed Vince in the shoulder, turning him onto his back.

“So, how do you like that?” Nikki said completely casually. Vince would laugh at the contrast if it didn’t hurt so much.

“I don’t,” he croaked, his voice so raspy it was like his vocal cords got tied in a knot, and wiped snot and blood from his lips and chin. “Do you?”

“Does a teacher enjoy beating his bratty student? Or does he do it out of concern, to help him grow into a good person?” Nikki said philosophically.

“I think you do,” Vince continued, ignoring his reply. “We both know you aren’t doing this to make me better or something. It arouses you, to beat me up, to humiliate me. You get off of it.”

Nikki looked at him silently for a while, his expression unreadable. Then an uncanny grin widened on his face.

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to here. It’s a big problem of yours, forgetting what your place is. We should work on that.”

He rose from the floor, his hand reaching for a knife on his belt. Whatever he was going to do Vince already didn’t like. But mere movement caused so much pain he could only writhe on the floor, let alone protect himself. When Nikki pried his body with his boot and turned him onto his stomach, his rib – broken? cracked? – reacted to it with a burst of pain so violent tears welled in Vince’s eyes. He breathed heavily, every inhale painful, and stared at the floor, where his blood, snot and tears all trickled down and mixed into small puddles. It was all foreplay to him, wasn’t it? Maybe Nikki was finally gonna fuck him and leave him alone. It now seemed the best thing out of all Nikki did to Vince today.

Then something heavy lowered onto Vince’s butt and pressed him to the floor, making him hiss in pain. Nikki saddled him from behind and fidgeted there a bit, getting comfortable. Then his cold fingers gently ran across Vince’s back.

“So soft, and not a single defect. Skin can tell a lot about a person, you know. Yours, for example, reveals just how easy a life you’ve had.” Nikki’s hand gathered loose strands of hair sticking to Vince’s back and moved them to his ears. “We should fix that.”

Vince knew what he was going to do, but this knowledge didn’t reduce the pain in a slightest. When the blade submerged into his skin just above his right shoulder blade, Vince couldn’t hold back whimpering. Much as he wanted to endure it like a man, with silent dignity, it didn’t happen. Fear, pure primal fear struck him, and he began kicking his legs, twisting his hips and flailing his arms, trying to push Nikki off his back.

Nikki was heavy enough that it didn’t bother him much, but it did interrupt the process, so he pressed Vince’s head to the floor with one hand and shifted his weight to it. Vince’s legs and arms couldn’t reach him now, and the pressure to his poor head and the all-consuming pain rendered him barely conscious.

He could only lay here and take it all in. Sharp pain following the knife carving something on his skin; hot drops of blood rolling down his back and drip onto the floor; throbbing ache in his lower chest; cold hard wooden floor; nauseating smell of vomit and blood; the heaviness of Nikki’s body on his own. It all was so much that he didn’t notice himself scratch the floor so hard his fingers left bloody traces on it.

At some point Vince lost consciousness. He wasn’t sure how much time he spent that way and how soon Nikki discovered it, but the awakening – a bucket of cold water – was extremely unpleasant.

“Hell no, you ain’t missing out on this,” Nikki said, throwing the bucket away. It rattled loudly across the floor, the sound as though driving nails into Vince’s head. Then Nikki got down to continue his work.

Vince couldn’t scream or cry anymore: he went out of tears, and his throat was so parched no sound could come out of it. He wished for death to come take him. Why had God forsaken him? Sure, he wasn’t overly pious in his life, he made his mistakes and committed his sins, but was it really so bad as to warrant such a punishment? Did he die in that first battle, and this was his own private hell? Was Nikki really human, or the Devil that had personally come to torture Vince? Was it all even real? Was he still alive? Was this pain forever?

He didn’t notice Nikki stop: the carving on his back burned too hot, too sharp to acknowledge whether there were still changes made to it. But then Nikki squatted down next to Vince’s face, a bloody knife in his hand.

“What do you say now?”

Vince said nothing.

“That is right. Finally you got it. Pity it took me all this blood and puke to get it into your stupid head.”

He rose to his feet.

“C’mon. Get up. Time to have some fun.”

Vince didn’t move. Nikki sighed.

“I see. Ideally, I should punish you for not following my orders, but, quite frankly, I’ve had enough of that. This foreplay has got too damn long.”

He hooked his arms under Vince’s armpits, lifted him off the floor and dropped him on the bed. The broken rib shifted under Vince’s skin again, but he barely noticed that. He barely noticed anything, to be fair. The world was swimming in front of his eyes, completely going black some moments, the sounds came as though through a thick layer of glass. His head couldn’t handle a half-coherent thought. He understood what Nikki was gonna do and he didn’t care anymore. Couldn’t be worse than what he had already done.

He was right. The sex was the mildest thing he had done to him that day. Vince did distantly register Nikki move inside him and moan into his back, but that was all to it. What was he even afraid of? This was so harmless, so painless. His ass might hurt for a couple hours after that, yes, but that was it. It was practically nothing.

Vince didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually Nikki came and pulled out. Then he pulled up his pants and yelled something out of the cabin door. Soon someone else came in.

“Holy shit.” Tommy.

“What?”

“What the- what the hell did you do?”

“Taught him some manners.”

“You beat him half-dead!”

“Unfortunately, that’s what it took.”

Silence.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Take him to Izzy, or to the galley, or, I dunno, drop him off in the hold somewhere. Just get him out of my sight.”

The bedsheet under Vince’s body shifted. Tommy wrapped him in it, picked him up and carried him out of the cabin.

Vince inhaled the fresh sea breeze and blacked out.

[aingeal98]

Thought about Daisy Johnson too long again. 7 dead 5 injured.

[weepylucifer]

glorious 25th makes me think again about that one idea i once had for a discworld spinoff set in the future that would deal with the natural conclusion to the industrial revolution arc: communism comes to discworld

[richieshitlips]

the urge to spread the gospel of my starkid rarepairs vs the fear of being booed off stage and having rotten tomatoes thrown at me

[ssremitm]

The splatfest has me drained but now refueled my urge to do some more sentai x splatoon works

[sovamurka]

I... I made these for the playlist and then just forgot to use them... WHY???

[sangelune]

   ghost  often  has  a  distant  look  in  his  eyes  -  however  it  can  disappear  within  seconds  when  someone  gets  too  close.  the  sharp  attention  comes  into  his  gaze  and  suddenly  he's  tense,  rigid.  ready  to  move  to  intercept  and  harm.  ghost  can  go  from  relatively  docile  to  murderous  in  seconds  -  and  it's  hard  to  flip  the  switch  back  once  he  gets  in  a  foul  mood.