#not all tales resonate with all people and that's okay~

[laurasimonsdaughter]

What if Disney adapted Snow White and Rose Red?

You know I'm really not sure. I've never known what to make of this story... It feels much more like a children's story than a folktale, which would track with the theory that this is a literary fairy tale from the early 19th century that later passed into oral tradition (like Beauty and the Beast).

This story does not seem to focus on anything long enough for it to become the Theme. Not the differences between the girls, not the dwarf, not the bear. I don't dislike it, I just don't get it, I guess

[doumadono]

Silent Waves, Silent Wounds - Touya Todoroki x Reader

A/N: today's episode broke my heart and made me cry uncontrollably. With a nice prompt set for this week's challenge in a community I'm part of, I decided to combine the two. I just hope my Touya will survive. Gif was made by @gamergirl-niffler

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Touya's first breaths of freedom were laced with the sterile scent of antiseptics and the distant echoes of calamity.

Beneath the flickering streetlights of Musutafu, shadows twirled across the damp pavement, casting the world in veils of half-truths and murmured secrets.

It was upon a night cloaked in despair that Touya Todoroki, shrouded in the remnants of his shattered past, escaped the suffocating confines of what should have been a sanctuary. The hospital, ostensibly a bastion of healing and hope, had morphed into nothing but a prison, all under the malevolent gaze of All For One.

In a moment fueled by raw desperation and a primal urge for freedom, Touya, with hands trembling and heart pounding against the cage of his ribcage, ignited the very foundations that had ensnared him. Flames, hungry and unrestrained, licked upwards, clawing at the structure with a ferocity. Fire roared through the hallways, a fierce, unforgiving inferno that consumed everything in its path — medical charts, synthetic bed linens, the false promises of recovery.

As the inferno raged behind him, Touya stumbled into the cold embrace of the night.

The city loomed large and indifferent, its countless lights flickering like distant stars, unreachable and cold. Each step was a battle, his body a map of wounds both fresh and long endured, scars that told tales he could barely remember, tales of a mere boy who once dreamed of heroism but found himself ensnared in a nightmare of his father's making.

He moved through the shadows, a spectral figure haunted by the echoes of his past and the uncertain horrors of his future. Tonight, the world was both his enemy and his ally, hiding him from those who would seek to drag him back to that hellish place, yet offering no comfort from the relentless grip of his solitude and sorrow. His face, marred with scars that told stories of a tragic past and unresolved pain, was not one that people usually turned to for comfort.

As he navigated through the dimly lit streets, his eyes were cautious and wary of the stares that followed him like specters.

It was then he saw you - a girl sitting alone on the curb, your sobs cutting through the muffled sounds of the city like a siren’s call. You were young, perhaps no older than he, with tears streaking your cheeks and your shoulders trembling under the weight of your unseen burdens.

Despite his fears and the fresh pain of his own memories, something within him stirred - a remnant of the hero he once aspired to be. Hesitant, he approached you, his voice barely above a whisper after he cleared his throat, trying to sound normal, even though he knew it was no longer possible. “Hey, are you okay?”

You jerked your head up, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and surprise as they landed on his disfigured features.

For a heartbeat, Touya thought you would scream, run away, or recoil in horror.

But then, something remarkable happened - your expression softened, and your initial fright melted into a sad, understanding smile. “Not really,” you confessed, wiping your tears away with the back of your shaking hand. “My dad… he drinks too much. And my mom, she doesn’t really care. She threw me out tonight. Said she’d had enough of me being useless.”

The words struck a chord in Touya. Abandonment, pain, a longing for something better - themes that resonated deeply within his own life. Sitting heavily beside you on the cold curb, he offered you a timid smile, one that seemed almost out of place on his scarred visage. "I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a mixture of warmth and a chilling detachment born from years of conditioning under his father’s harsh regime. “I… I know what it’s like to feel like you have no one.”

You studied him, your reddened eyes lingering on his scars with a curiosity born from your own pain rather than judgement. “What happened to you?” you asked gently, perhaps too gently for the horror that his story contained.

Touya looked away, his eyes tracing the patterns of light and shadow on the ground. “I don’t remember everything,” he confessed. “But I know I was trying to prove something to my dad. It didn’t end well, as you can see.”

You sat in silence, the world around you bustling with life, yet oblivious to the shared moment of grief between two strangers.

People passed by, their glances sharp and sometimes filled with a disdain that neither of you were unfamiliar with.

Sensing Touya’s discomfort, you made a decision. “Let’s go somewhere else,” you suggested, a spark of resolve lighting up your tear-stained face. “Somewhere away from prying eyes. I know a nice place, if you'd like to join me.”

Touya nodded casually, “I think I’d like that. I have nowhere to be anyway.”

Without another word, you stood, holding out you hand to help him up. Your touch was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness he had come to expect from the world.

Together, you walked through the deserted streets, your steps in sync, until the city sounds faded into the background, replaced by the soothing rhythm of waves crashing against the shore.

Beneath the expansive canopy of the night sky, the beach lay deserted, bathed in the ethereal, silvery glow of the moon. The ocean before them transformed into a shimmering tapestry, each wave weaving threads of light across the dark canvas of water. It was here, with the cool sand cradling your steps and the vast, relentless sea stretching into infinity, that you discovered a fleeting sanctuary — a momentary escape from the ravages of your tormented existences.

As you settled onto the sand, the ocean's eternal murmurs surrounding you, Touya found himself unexpectedly comforted by the raw, natural beauty of the scene. Yet, he was taken aback when you revealed that it was not just chance that brought you to this tranquil haven in the dead of night.

“I come here often, especially after fights at home,” you confessed softly, your eyes reflecting the moonlight like fragments of a broken mirror. “The sound of the waves… it calms the storm inside me. Maybe it can do the same for you.”

Touya hesitated before his voice broke the silence. "I'm like these waves," he murmured, his voice tinged with a haunting sadness. "Crashing again and again, with no control, no end. I don't even remember why I started… what I was trying to prove." His gaze was lost to the horizon, where the dark sea met the darker sky, his face a mask of sorrow sculpted by the silvery light.

"It's hard, isn't it?" you said softly, pulling your knees closer to your chest, feeling the chill of the night seeping through your clothes. "Feeling like you're caught in a storm with no shelter in sight. I sit here, night after night, wondering if the screaming will ever stop, if there will ever be a night without tears, without all this emptiness."

"Does it help? Coming here, hearing the waves?" Touya asked.

"It doesn't stop the pain," you admitted, "but sometimes, it makes it bearable. The sea doesn't judge, doesn't demand. It just is. And for a little while, I can just be too, without worrying about the next wave that might knock me down."

"I wish I could remember what peace feels like," he confessed, his words blending with the whisper of the wind.

You reached out, your hand brushing against his, a small gesture of comfort in the overwhelming vastness of your shared solitude.

"Maybe we can't go back to who we were," you suggested, your voice a tentative whisper against the symphony of the sea. "But perhaps we can find new reasons to look forward to the sunrise."

Touya's hand trembled slightly under yours, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he gripped your hand, his hold tentative but needing the connection. "I'd like that," he said, a flicker of a smile ghosting across his lips, as fragile and fleeting as a wave’s crest as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "To look forward to something, to hope for something better."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ortho Shroud - Platinum Gear Voice Lines

When Summoned: Land of Dawning National Museum of Art data, download complete. Commencing supporter role.

Summon Line: Why would people come to a museum to look at paintings that they can see online anytime? ...This is my chance to verify the reason!

Groooovy!!: The Son of the God of Thunder failed miserably a ton of times. Want me to tell you what all they were?

Home: A 100th anniversary is amazing!

Home Idle 1: Even when looking at the same painting, it'll resonate differently to each person... In other words, the impressions it gives off can change depending on who looks at it. That's pretty cool.

Home Idle 2: Malleus-san told me a tale of the Thorn Fairy that I hadn't ever heard before. I liked being able to hear something that couldn't be found online!

Home Idle 3: The more you figure out a painting's expressionism, the more fascinating it becomes. Like when they use colors for the scenery different from what would be the norm to represent a character's feelings.

Home Idle - Login: Give me a shout if you need something explained! I made sure to put together all the info on the exhibits here at the museum.

Home Idle - Groovy: I had a ton of fun listening to all of Jade-san's stories about the exhibits! I'd love to be able to go on a dolphin-riding tour sometime.

Home Tap 1: Even if I could meet the Thorn Fairy, I wouldn't be able to carelessly get too close to her. If I made her angry and she summoned lightning, I could short circuit...

Home Tap 2: It's said that the Lord of the Underworld always spoke with an abundance of humor. If only there was the technology to record voices during his time... Too bad.

Home Tap 3: Riddle-san was gazing at a painting of the Queen of Hearts... I could really see just how moved he was by it. That sort of emotion is still difficult for me to reproduce.

Home Tap 4: It's still hard for me to create something from scratch, so I have a ton of respect for people who can do that. Particularly, my brother!

Home Tap 5: Don't you think this gear is pretty stylish? I feel like I could just go to a dance party in this thing!

Home Tap - Groovy: I'm currently analyzing the difference in emotions people feel from the artwork. Can you tell me about the paintings you liked?

Duo: [ORTHO]: Jade-san, I've figured out their weakness! [JADE]: Ortho-kun, you've done well.

Birthday Login Message: Rolling... Action! Okay, give me my birthday wishes with a biiig smile! This? It's a film camera I borrowed from the Film Research Club. I thought I'd capture my birthday memories on here. It could be a little difficult developing the film, but I thought it wouldn't be bad to try something analog once in a while... Huh, you'll lend me a hand? Thanks!

Requested by Anonymous.

[sammyofold]

Here are those fic recs I promised you @incesthemes ! I hope there's some in there that you'll really enjoy <3 I split up the recs into overarching tropes to group some together, but I'll start with those that don't fit into any of the groups.

The list got a bit long, so I decided to split it up into two parts.

(Part 1 | Part 2)

Courting Death by theproblematique.

Summary: Sam Winchester lived the first six months of his life in a happy family; the next twelve years as John Winchester's only son, and the last decade as an orphan. He's supposed to die at twenty-two trying to save the woman he loves from a fire, because he doesn't have a brother to pull him back. But the night Sam meets his Reaper he discovers that Death is overly fond of pop-culture references, too beautiful to be real, and reluctant to kill him.

Servant of Servants 'verse by klove0511.

This is a two-part series (though I think it might've been intended to have more fics, its ending doesn't leave you feeling snubbed), posing the question: "what if it had been Sam who'd been mortally wounded at the end of Season 1?"

love potion no. 9 by according2thelore.

Summary: Dean drinks a love potion. Sam is falling apart at the seams because he's been in love with his brother for more than a decade.

keep me in a daydream by according2thelore.

Summary: After an accidental kiss makes a hunt go suspiciously well, Sam and Dean decide to try it again. And again. And again. It's no different from wearing lucky socks, right? A 5 + 1.

for you and me (i got no alibi) by remy.

Summary: There are people hitting on Sam wherever he goes, and Dean is doing weird things like holding doors open for him and touching him way more than is necessary, and it's all driving Sam up the wall. It doesn't help that he's been in love with Dean for just about forever, and all of it feels like a mockery of something he'll never get to have. Meanwhile, Dean is at his wits' end trying to figure out how he can make Sam realize that he is, in fact, trying to get into his pants.

Ben Has Two Dads by regala_electra.

Summary: When Ben turns thirteen and learns that Dean Winchester is his father, he runs away to join his father (and uncle). A tale where boys are boys, Vikings are Vikings, unicorns go to Candy Mountains, Dean and Sam are in big gay love, and Ben becomes a Winchester.

Last Temptation by merle_p.

Summary: Sam is running a fever again, the kind of fever no Ibuprofen or cold compress will bring down, the kind of fever that is eating him up alive, eviscerating him from the inside. He is too hot and too cold and too pale, delirious and shaking, resonating with whatever divine energy the trials are subjecting him to, and Dean is not sure how much longer he can stand to see him be in this state. Because Sam is quite possibly dying, and there is nothing Dean can do to stop it. Because Sam is dying, and he just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

Five Times Dean Forgot and One Time He Remembered by elsi.

Summary: Rowena warned him the obliviate curse might have “aftershocks.” That Dean could relapse to his amnesiac state without warning—though only temporarily, she assured. But this? This goes beyond calling a lamp a “light stick.”

Whatever It Is by theproblematique.

Summary: Both Sam and Dean get sent to the year 2014.

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life, Too) by TeacupUnicorn.

Summary: Sam and Dean get handcuffed together during a hunt. With a werewolf on their tail and a proximity to each other they haven’t had since they were kids, their unstable relationship is put to the test and their trust in each other is pushed to the limit. Set sometime after 5x16 and before 5x20.

Not Her Sam by Yuval25.

Summary: Future Dean goes back in time to change the future and saves Jess. Future Sam tags along unexpectedly. And Jess is okay. No, seriously. She's fine.

Mistaken For a Couple

101 - mythology by ani_coolgirl.

Summary: As Sam, Dean, and Kali flee Lucifer's slaughter, Kali makes an assumption. The boys try to clear up any misconceptions. They don't do a very good job.

I need you so much closer by cherryvanilla.

Summary: five times they're mistaken for a couple plus one time they actually are.

Domesticity

Paisley by samsexualdeancurious.

Summary: After his mind wall was broken and was healed, Sam knows he can’t be a hunter anymore, so he and Dean retire, and Sam ends up finding a homeless dog who was abused and together they heal.

The Chicago Verse by compo67.

This is a series spanning a whopping 169 fics. I've read only a few of them and I enjoyed Sam and Dean retiring in this town together. It's still updating, looks like, since the latest fic added was in May of this year.

a few things worth saying by hathfrozen.

Summary: “So this morning,” Dean ventures as they blast down the highway in pitch black night toward a probable werewolf case. Sam looks over at him, thin eyebrows raised, eyes clear and calm. He’s not even difficult about it, doesn’t ask what Dean is after, doesn’t deny what had happened. Instead he says, very simply, “I just figure, why lie?” Alright then.

All The Way In by hunters_retreat.

Summary: Sam never did know how exactly it happened. One day, he and Dean were run ragged, exhausted from yet another disaster of a hunt, no money and no gas, no prospects and no allies left alive to give them a hand. The next, they owned a store with a shooting range and Sam was a professor of religious studies at a local community college.

Pre-Series & Season 1

To Blow Against the Wind by dreamlittleyo.

Summary: After Oasis Plains, Sam and Dean can't. Stop. Touching each other.

Star-Crossed by Agent_Hellcat.

Summary: Before Sam departs for Stanford, he writes a letter to Dean, begging him to come to Palo Alto with him.

Birthday Suit by wincestation.

Summary: On the morning of Dean’s eighteenth birthday, Dad takes him to buy a suit. Sam is… interested.

house song by according2thelore.

Summary: “The werewolf.” Sam says, quick. Hushed. Scared. “I don’t know how. I was—He was standing above you and then he wasn’t. And I think I did that.” Dean keeps whispering stuff to Sam, banal reassurances that Sam soaks up like a sponge, but he feels sick. Sammy did something impossible. Sammy’s been doing impossible things. For years. Or: Pre-Canon/Teen!chesters AU in which Sam develops powers at age eleven, Dean will do anything to protect him, and they have to live with the consequences

Outsider POV

What I've Done by Amoreanonyname.

Summary: He wasn’t going to say anything more about it. He could tell, Dean was happy to see him, but wasn’t going to humor this topic. Dean, young Dean would jump to obey John, to answer John’s questions, but this was an older Dean who was more loyal to someone else now. More loyal to his brother. John wasn’t the priority here, and he realized with another guilty jump in his stomach that he never should have been.

something you love and understand by monsterq.

Summary: In heaven, Mary makes an unwelcome discovery about her sons’ relationship.

a skeleton terribly restless by remy.

Summary: Mary knows she doesn't fit right in this strange new world she's woken up in, with these grown men masquerading as her sons, but she tries her best. She really does. She closes her eyes to all the things she does not want to see, and she lies to herself until she's convinced. Until she can't.

Flowers on the Window Sill by orphan_account.

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester's relationship as observed by the good people of Star's Hollow.

Soulmates

Fix You by non_tiembo_mala.

Summary: After their encounter with Famine, the boys are in dire straits. With Dean left shaken by the horseman's taunts - which rang truer than he'd like to admit - and Sam juiced up on demon blood again, Dean is at a loss. He has no idea how to move forward, or where they're meant to go from here. Then again, they’ve always had each other - perhaps their salvation isn't as far away as it seems.

All Too Familiar by sammichgirl.

Summary: Sam's new hobby has consequences they never saw coming. Turns out, that's OK with Dean after all.

What We Do by BleedingInk.

Summary: Castiel catches Sam and Dean in a compromising position.

since feeling is first by queenklu.

Summary: That he wants to think this is Dean yanking a leash should make his blood run cold, not aching hot. It should make him sick, angry, it should get his fucking hackles up and make him fight. He does want to fight. But there’s a skin-thin line between primal things, and fighting isn’t all he wants to do.

if the dam breaks open many years too soon by deirde_c.

Summary: Sam’s soul springs a leak, and Dean’s the one who can repair it.

In the beached margin of the sea by rivers_bend.

Summary: Sam and Dean black out on a hunt, and when they wake up, Dean's having visions and Sam can't get new, strange feelings out of his head. When John finds out about the side effects, he'll do anything to get rid of the "curse". But Sam and Dean don't want to go back to the way things were before.

I Don't Need A Symbol by amoreanonyname.

Summary: It hadn’t meant that much to Sam at first. A warm glow at being able to do something nice for Dean, to give him something for once, to make him as happy as he seemed when he put it on immediately. It was what it meant to Dean that made it mean something else to Sam.

[xtra7s]

Hi hi omg i love your writing it’s amazing! Can i request a Reneè fic where reader is in a famous band and admits in an interview how much she loves and admires Reneè (yk that clip where Reneè is like “Date me” for Rachel Mcadams) and Reneè responds and they get close and collaborate or whatever you want!

𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the bassist for Eclipsed, gives Renee some props during an interview and ends up hanging out with her.

Content: mainly fluff

Word Count: 2k

a/n: okay so this one was a bit confusing to write mainly because I felt like nothing was really going on, I didnt know if you wanted smut or something else so I apologize if it isnt what u wanted :(

masterlist

The excitement buzzed in the air as Y/N YL/N, the talented bassist of the rising rock band "Eclipsed," prepared for a much-anticipated interview. The band had been making waves in the music scene, and the media was eager to learn more about the individuals behind the electrifying sound. Y/N, known for their skillful bass playing and enigmatic stage presence, was ready to share their journey.

The interview took place in a trendy studio, with the band seated on a chic, modern couch. Y/N's fingers idly traced the frets on their bass, a well-worn instrument that had seen countless gigs and late-night jam sessions. The interviewer, a music journalist with an infectious passion for the industry, dove straight into the questions.

"So, Y/N, let's start with your musical journey. How did you find your way to the bass guitar?" the interviewer inquired, leaning forward.

Y/N grinned, the memory of their musical awakening evident in their eyes. "I actually started with the guitar, but one day, I heard this deep, resonant bass line that just spoke to me. It was like the heartbeat of the song, and from that moment, I was hooked. I switched to the bass, and it felt like coming home."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, acknowledging the pivotal role Y/N played in shaping the band's distinctive sound. The lead singer, Maya, chimed in, "Y/N brings a unique energy to our music. The bass lines add a whole new layer, creating this dynamic and powerful sonic landscape."

As the conversation flowed, the interviewer shifted gears, asking about the band's creative process. Drummer Alex spoke about the collaborative nature of their songwriting, while the guitarist, Jake, discussed the influences that shaped their sound. Y/N interjected with tales of late-night jam sessions and the organic evolution of their music.

"We all bring something different to the table," Y/N explained. "It's like a musical potluck. Each of us has our own tastes and influences, and when we come together, it creates this fusion of sound that defines Eclipsed."

The conversation turned to the band's recent successes, including a sold-out show and a growing fan base. Y/N's eyes sparkled with gratitude as they reflected on the journey.

"It's been incredible," Y/N shared. "Our fans are amazing. They connect with the raw emotion in our music, and that's the most rewarding part. Music is a language that transcends words, and seeing people resonate with what we create is truly humbling."

As the interview with Eclipsed continued, the interviewer shifted gears, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Now, Y/N, the music world is full of incredible artists, and one rising star who seems to have captured a lot of attention is Renee Rapp. Have you had the chance to meet her, and what are your thoughts on her music?" the interviewer inquired, a sly smile playing on their lips.

Y/N's expression lit up at the mention of Renee Rapp. "Oh, Renee is fantastic! I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her in person yet, but I'm a big fan of her work. Her music has this raw authenticity that really resonates with me. It's always refreshing to see artists who pour their heart and soul into their craft."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, expressing their admiration for Renee Rapp's talent. Maya, the lead singer, chimed in, "I love how she fearlessly embraces her uniqueness. It's inspiring to see artists who aren't afraid to be true to themselves, both in their music and their persona."

The interviewer pressed a bit further, asking if there were any specific songs or aspects of Renee Rapp's music that Y/N found particularly inspiring. Y/N thought for a moment before responding, "I really connect with the way she uses her voice to convey emotion. It's powerful and evocative. As musicians, we're always drawn to those artists who can create a genuine connection with their audience, and Renee does that exceptionally well."

The conversation then meandered into a discussion about musical influences, with each band member sharing their favorite artists and the impact those musicians had on their own sound. It was clear that Eclipsed Echoes drew inspiration from a diverse range of genres and artists, contributing to the richness of their music.

"And, Y/N, given that you've expressed admiration for Renee Rapp's talent, do you have any comments for her?" the interviewer asked, a faint hint of curiosity in their tone.

Y/N, ever composed, smiled with her teeth. "I do,-" She paused, looking at the camera directly. "Keep your head up, bitch. you're effortlessly you and that shit is wicked. You gotta remember the comments of your loved ones are the only ones that matter."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, sensing the delicate nature of the question. Maya, the lead singer, added, "Absolutely. It's crucial to separate someone's art from their personal lives. We're all here because of our love for music, and that's what we should celebrate."

The interviewer, quickly shifted gears steering the conversation back toward the band's music and upcoming projects. Y/N, always poised and focused on the music, gracefully navigated through the interview, steering it away from personal matters and back into the realm of creativity and passion.

As the interview concluded, it was evident that the members of Eclipsed were not only talented musicians but also individuals who valued respect and professionalism in their interactions. The episode served as a reminder that, while curiosity about an artist's personal life may arise, the primary focus should always remain on the artistry and creativity that unite the diverse and dynamic world of music.

A few days after the interview, Y/N found a pleasant surprise in their Instagram inbox. It was a message from none other than Renee Rapp herself. Excitement bubbled within Y/N as they read the message.

"Hey Y/N! 🌟 I caught your interview, and it was awesome hearing your thoughts on my music. Your band's sound is killer! Would love to chat more and maybe hang out sometime. What do you say?"

Y/N quickly replied, expressing their gratitude and enthusiasm for the unexpected message. The conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged thoughts about music, shared favorite artists, and found common ground in their passion for creating authentic, powerful art.

Renee suggested meeting up for a casual hangout, perhaps grabbing coffee or exploring a local record store. Y/N eagerly agreed, and plans were set in motion for a meeting between two talented musicians who had connected through their shared love for the art form.

As the day of the meetup arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. They met Renee at a cozy cafe, and from the moment they greeted each other, it was clear that the connection extended beyond the digital realm. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared stories of musical journeys, and a mutual appreciation for the creative process.

Y/N and Renee's casual hangout unfolded into an afternoon of shared laughter, animated discussions about music, and an undeniable chemistry that lingered in the air. The cozy cafe provided the perfect backdrop for their burgeoning connection, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enhancing the warmth of the atmosphere.

As they chatted about their favorite bands and musical influences, Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by Renee's infectious enthusiasm. The conversation flowed seamlessly between topics, from the intricacies of songwriting to the exhilarating rush of performing on stage. Each shared anecdote deepened the connection, forging a bond between two artists who understood the unique challenges and joys of their chosen path.

The flirtatious banter began subtly, with playful glances and gentle teasing. Renee's laughter resonated like a melody, and Y/N found themselves drawn to her magnetic energy. As they strolled through a nearby record store, fingers lightly brushing against vinyl covers and sharing recommendations, the air seemed charged with an unspoken tension.

At a moment of quiet contemplation in the record store, Renee's gaze met Y/N's, and a playful smirk played on her lips. "You know," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "your interview made me curious. You mentioned appreciating someone's art without focusing on appearance. Do you always manage to separate the two?"

Y/N felt a flush of warmth creeping up their cheeks, realizing the subtle shift in the conversation. With a coy smile, they responded, "Well, I believe in appreciating the beauty in everything, whether it's in the artistry of music or… other things."

The air between them crackled with a newfound tension, and as they continued to explore the record store, the playful exchanges deepened into a more overt flirtation. A gentle touch on the arm here, a lingering gaze there—each gesture spoke volumes, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken desire.

As they wrapped up their hangout, Y/N and Renee exchanged contact information, promising to meet again soon. The connection they forged went beyond the shared love for music, evolving into a magnetic attraction that lingered in the air, leaving both of them eager to explore the potential of this unexpected and thrilling connection.

In the days that followed their initial hangout, Y/N and Renee's connection deepened through playful messages and shared playlists. Their conversations became increasingly laced with flirtatious undertones, a dance of words that hinted at a mutual attraction.

One evening, Y/N received a message from Renee suggesting a joint songwriting session. The prospect of collaborating ignited a spark of excitement in Y/N, and they eagerly agreed. As they settled into the cozy ambiance of Y/N's home studio, surrounded by musical instruments and the gentle hum of creativity, the air seemed charged with both anticipation and a growing sense of intimacy.

As they worked on a new song, Y/N couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in Renee's body language—the way she would lean in slightly, the lingering touches on shared instruments, and the occasional laughter that held a hint of something more. The energy between them was palpable, a magnetic force drawing them closer with each passing moment.

Renee, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, suggested taking a break and grabbing a snack from the kitchen.

As Y/N and Renee took a break in the cozy kitchen, the atmosphere crackled with a potent blend of creative energy and unspoken desire. The shared laughter and flirtatious banter lingered in the air, creating a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. Renee, feeling the palpable tension, decided to take a bold step.

As they stood near the kitchen island, discussing the finer details of their latest composition, Renee's gaze lingered on Y/N's lips. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in, closing the distance between them and placing her hands on Y/N's waist. Time seemed to slow as Y/N felt the soft warmth of Renee's lips pressing against their own, and their back hitting the counter.

The kiss was electric, a spontaneous spark that ignited a fire between them. Y/N, momentarily stunned, soon reciprocated, their hands instinctively finding each other in a gentle embrace. The kitchen became a canvas for this unexpected moment, a dance of passion and shared connection against the backdrop of a creative haven.

Breaking the kiss, Renee grinned, her eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and genuine affection. "Well, that was unexpected," she teased, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Y/N's arm.

Y/N, catching their breath, couldn't help but smile in response. "Glad you did it, Renee."

The shared laughter that followed sealed the moment, turning the kitchen into a haven where the boundaries between music and personal connection blurred. As they chatted over a plate of shared snacks, their knees brushed against each other under the table, creating a subtle yet electrifying connection. As they returned to their songwriting session, the newfound intimacy lingered, infusing their creative collaboration with an electrifying energy that promised more harmonies to come. The kitchen island, witness to the impromptu kiss, became a symbol of the uncharted territory their connection was now exploring.

[writtenbysprout]

A star in the storm | Neuvillette x reader

Word count: 5.9k+

Pairings: Neuvillette x GN!fontainian!reader

tags: angst, pining, tooth rotting fluff

Spoilers for the main archon quest of Fontaine!

The tide lapped softly at your ankles, the gentle waves weaving patterns in the sand like a soothing lullaby. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and lavender. You sat there, where the sea kissed the shore, your gaze fixed on the endless horizon as if searching for something just out of reach.

Behind you, Neuvillette stood silently for a moment, his long coat brushing against the breeze. The Chief Justice of Fontaine, renowned for his unshakable demeanor, found himself hesitating in a way that felt foreign to him. You had asked for his company tonight—a rare request. There was something in the way you spoke of the sea that had stirred an unfamiliar curiosity within him.

Now, as he approached, his lilac eyes softened at the sight of you. The serenity of your posture contrasted with the melancholy in the set of your shoulders. His footsteps on the damp sand were soft, barely disturbing the moment.

"You're quiet tonight," he said, his voice gentle, a deep contrast to the authority it usually carried.

You turned your head, your lips curving into a small, almost wistful smile. "The sea has a way of pulling thoughts out of you, doesn’t it?"

He nodded slowly, following your gaze toward the horizon. The waves rolled in, steady and unrelenting, their rhythm soothing. The sea had always resonated with him—a reminder of his own shifting emotions, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath. Yet tonight, it seemed subdued, almost as if it, too, was waiting.

"I wanted to tell you a story," you said softly, breaking the silence. Drawing your knees up, you wrapped your arms around them, your voice carrying a note of something bittersweet. "About something I saw the night the flood came to Fontaine."

His attention sharpened at your words. The flood—it was a memory he carried like a scar, etched deeply into his being. The weight of the lives lost, the chaos of the waters... and his desperate attempt to hold it all together.

You continued, your voice trembling slightly. "I thought I was going to die that night. The water was rising so quickly, and everywhere was chaos. People running, screaming, searching for safety. It was overwhelming."

Your hands clenched around the fabric of your clothes, and Neuvillette's gaze flickered to them before returning to your face. You were steady now, but he could sense the lingering echo of fear in your words.

"I was swept away," you admitted, your tone quieter now. "And as I struggled, I looked up. And that’s when I saw it."

Neuvillette tilted his head. "Saw what?"

"A star," you said, your expression softening as a glimmer of awe returned to your eyes. "It shot up from the Palais Mémoria, this stunning blue light streaking through the heavens. It was so beautiful. For a moment, I forgot everything—the fear, the flood, all of it. I just stared at that light, thinking, 'If I’m going to die, at least I’ll go with this image burned into my memory.'"

His breath caught in his throat. A blue light... He knew exactly what you were describing. It had been him. The surge of energy he had unleashed in a desperate bid to protect the people of Fontaine, to hold back the waters threatening to swallow them all.

"I don’t know why," you continued, your voice a blend of sadness and wonder, "but that light gave me hope. Even as the waters tried to claim me, even when I thought I’d never see another sunrise... I held on to that sight. It felt like a promise, like a sign that things would be okay. And here I am, alive to tell the tale."

He stared at you, his heart twisting at the sincerity in your words. You had clung to a moment born of his power, of his fear and determination to save Fontaine. You had survived because you believed in something he hadn’t even intended for anyone to see.

"The star..." he began, his voice quiet but resonant, "it wasn’t just a light. It was..." He paused, unsure how much he should reveal. "It was someone's attempt to protect what they cared about most."

You turned your gaze to him, searching his expression. "You speak as if you know," you said softly, your tone laced with curiosity.

He hesitated, then nodded. "I do," he admitted, his words carrying a weight he couldn’t conceal. "And I believe that star would be glad to know it gave you peace."

For a moment, silence settled between you, the waves filling the space with their soothing cadence. Then, tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing the edge of his sleeve.

"Thank you," you whispered, your touch grounding him in a way he didn’t fully understand.

Neuvillette’s hand hovered over yours for a heartbeat before he placed it there, his fingers curling around yours. His touch was careful, as if afraid of breaking the fragile connection between you.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice low, his words carrying the depth of his own unspoken gratitude.

As the first stars appeared in the evening sky, he thought: Thank you for seeing me.

And in the quiet embrace of the shore, the waves seemed to carry the melody of something new—something that had always been there, waiting to be discovered.

The morning after your quiet conversation by the sea, Neuvillette found himself at his desk in the grand expanse of the Palais Mémoria. The familiar weight of responsibility surrounded him: stacks of neatly arranged documents, sealed letters waiting for his review, and the ever-present hum of Fontaine’s legal machinery. But for once, the solemn rhythm of his duties failed to hold his attention.

His thoughts, unruly and persistent, strayed to you. To the way your voice softened when you spoke of the star, your words carrying a blend of awe and vulnerability that stirred something deep within him. To the light in your eyes, a fragile yet resilient glow that seemed to illuminate the darkest parts of the world. To the quiet courage in your voice when you shared the memory of that night—the night of the flood.

He sighed and leaned back, his hands folded in his lap. It wasn’t like him to be so preoccupied, so drawn to fleeting thoughts. He had lived for centuries, had weathered storms both literal and metaphorical, yet this... This was different.

When he saw you again later that day, it was in the bustling marketplace. A soft breeze carried the mingling scents of fresh bread, vibrant spices, and the salt of the distant sea. Among the moving crowd, his gaze found you effortlessly, as if drawn by some unseen force.

You stood at a vendor’s stall, a bouquet of wildflowers cradled in your hands. Your fingertips brushed over the petals with care, and the sunlight framed you in a golden glow. Neuvillette froze for a moment, watching as your head tilted back in laughter—a sound so soft and genuine it seemed to momentarily hush the bustling world around you.

He found himself captivated, his heart betraying him with an unfamiliar ache. It wasn’t the grandeur of your actions that caught him—it was the simplicity. The way you held the flowers as though they were a treasure, the way you exchanged warm words with the vendor, the way the edges of your smile seemed to carry an unspoken kindness.

When you finally turned and saw him, your surprise melted into a warm smile. Raising the bouquet slightly, you waved him over.

“Monsieur Neuvillette,” you called, your voice light and inviting.

He approached, his composure intact but his gaze undeniably soft. “Good afternoon. I trust you’re enjoying the marketplace?”

You nodded enthusiastically, shifting the flowers in your hand. “It’s been so long since I’ve taken the time to wander here. Everything feels so alive today.” You held up the bouquet. “And I couldn’t resist these. Aren’t they lovely?”

“They are,” he replied, his tone gentle, though his focus lingered on you rather than the blooms.

The two of you walked together, your steps naturally falling into sync. The sounds of the marketplace faded into a pleasant hum as you began to speak, sharing the small details of your morning. You spoke of the street performers playing vibrant tunes, of a child chasing after a balloon, of a baker who gifted you a small loaf of bread as thanks for helping pick up scattered ingredients.

Neuvillette listened intently, though it wasn’t your stories themselves that held him captive—it was you. The way your voice rose and fell, the slight lift of your lips when you recounted something amusing, the way you looked at the world with an almost childlike wonder.

For someone who had lived so long, who had seen so much, you made everything feel startlingly new.

When the time came for you to part ways, you turned to him, your bouquet held loosely in your hands. “Thank you for indulging me today, Monsieur Neuvillette. It was nice to have company for a change.”

“The pleasure was mine,” he replied sincerely, dipping his head in farewell.

You smiled again, the kind that lingered even after you turned and walked away. He remained rooted in place for a long moment, his lilac eyes following you as you disappeared into the crowd. The faint scent of wildflowers lingered in the air, a quiet reminder of your presence.

That evening, Neuvillette stood by the window of his chambers, gazing out at the vast sea. The waves rolled gently under the pale light of the moon, their rhythm steady and eternal. Yet his thoughts returned to you—your words, your laughter, the way you had described the star.

How you had unknowingly described him.

He wondered what you would say if you knew the truth. Would it matter to you that the light you cherished, the star that had given you hope, had come from him?

For centuries, he had existed as a symbol—of justice, of power, of Fontaine itself. Yet in your presence, he felt less like an untouchable figure and more like... himself. The man behind the title. The person you had unknowingly reached.

As the waves whispered their endless melody, he allowed himself a small smile. You had unknowingly begun to bridge a gap he hadn’t even realized existed. And as your laughter echoed faintly in his memory, he found himself wondering—perhaps for the first time—what it would mean to love someone, not as a protector or a symbol, but simply as Neuvillette.

Neuvillette found Furina seated quietly in the palace gardens, her usual flamboyance subdued under the soft, golden hues of a Fontaine sunset. The tranquil koi pond before her reflected the changing colors of the sky, rippling gently as a breeze played across its surface. For once, Furina wasn’t holding court or dramatizing her every word—she simply sat, her hands resting on her lap, her gaze distant and thoughtful.

“Lady Furina,” Neuvillette greeted, his voice calm and steady as he approached.

She turned her head toward him, her usual theatrics absent. Instead, her expression was tired but softened by the quiet ambiance of the gardens. “Monsieur Neuvillette,” she replied, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Come to check on me again?”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been spending more time alone,” he said carefully. “I thought perhaps you might appreciate some company.”

Her brow arched slightly, though the gesture lacked its usual flair. “How considerate of you. I didn’t think the great Iudex of Fontaine made time for garden strolls.”

He allowed himself a small smile. “I believe even the busiest among us must make time to reflect. Shall we walk?”

Furina hesitated, her hands twitching slightly before she stood with a soft sigh. “Very well,” she said, smoothing the folds of her gown. “Lead the way, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

They walked along the gravel paths, the serene quiet of the garden broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of crickets. Flowers in full bloom lined their path, their delicate scents mingling with the cool, crisp evening air. Neuvillette’s sharp eyes caught the occasional tension in Furina’s movements—the subtle way her fingers played with the hem of her sleeve, the furrow in her brow as if she were wrestling with unspoken thoughts.

“How have you been feeling?” he asked, his tone warm yet measured.

Furina’s steps faltered for the briefest moment. “Better,” she said after a pause, though her voice held a guarded quality. “I mean… I’m trying.”

He nodded, matching her unhurried pace. “That is good to hear. You’ve been through much lately, and it’s only natural to need time.”

She looked away, her fingers tightening on her sleeve before she spoke again, quieter this time. “It helps to have someone.”

That gave him pause. He glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. “Someone?”

Furina nodded, her expression softening. “Yes. Someone who checks on me, listens, makes sure I’m not completely drowning in my own thoughts.”

Relief flickered in his chest, though he kept his tone even. “I am glad you have such support. It is… a comfort, I hope.”

“Oh, more than a comfort,” Furina said, her voice lifting slightly. Her usual theatrical energy flickered to life as a playful smirk crossed her face. “And you’ll be even more pleased when you hear who it is.”

Neuvillette tilted his head, his lilac eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. “And who might that be?”

She stopped walking abruptly, turning to face him with a grin that could only mean mischief. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“I assure you, I do not,” he replied cautiously, though his mind immediately conjured a face—your face.

Furina rolled her eyes dramatically, placing her hands on her hips. “Oh, come now, Monsieur Neuvillette. Don’t pretend to be dense. It’s them—the one you’ve been hopelessly mooning over for weeks.”

The effect of her words was immediate. Neuvillette’s usually composed demeanor cracked, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a rare loss for words.

“Speechless?” Furina teased, clearly reveling in his discomfort. “The mighty Iudex of Fontaine, reduced to silence? Truly a sight to behold.”

Neuvillette looked away, his hand brushing absently against the edge of his coat as he composed himself. “I merely… appreciate their kindness toward you,” he said carefully.

“‘Kindness,’” Furina echoed, feigning exasperation. “You’re blushing like a lovesick poet, and that’s all you can say? Please, Neuvillette, you’re not fooling anyone. Admit it—you’re completely smitten.”

His shoulders tensed, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You are relentless, Lady Furina.”

“And you’re predictable,” she shot back, though her tone carried a rare note of sincerity. “But really, Neuvillette… isn’t it time you let yourself have this? You’ve spent so long carrying the weight of Fontaine on your shoulders. Don’t you think you deserve a little happiness for yourself?”

Her words struck a chord deep within him. For centuries, Neuvillette had devoted himself entirely to Fontaine, his duty consuming every aspect of his existence. He had never allowed himself to entertain personal desires or affections, yet the thought of you—your laughter, your kindness, the way you seemed to see through his reserved exterior—had become an undeniable presence in his mind.

“You seem more like yourself today,” he observed quietly, deflecting her teasing as he studied her with a soft gaze.

Furina’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Maybe that’s thanks to them,” she admitted, her voice quieter. “They don’t just help. They care. It’s… nice, having someone like that around.”

Neuvillette felt his chest tighten at the thought of you. The way you had extended your compassion not only to him but to Furina as well, asking for nothing in return, had touched him more deeply than he could express.

Furina’s teasing tone broke through his reverie. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

He frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Do about it?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Are you just going to stand there brooding forever, or are you actually going to tell them how you feel?”

He sighed, though his faint smile lingered. “Perhaps I will.”

Furina’s grin widened, a glimmer of satisfaction lighting her eyes. “Now that is something I’d like to see.”

As they resumed their walk, Neuvillette found himself mulling over her words. The garden’s tranquil beauty seemed to reflect the quiet hope stirring within him. For the first time in centuries, he allowed himself to consider the possibility of stepping out from behind the mantle of the Iudex—not as a protector or symbol, but simply as Neuvillette.

The Melusines had always been an observant presence in Fontaine, blending seamlessly into the fabric of daily life while quietly noting the shifts in the moods of its people. They held a special fondness for Neuvillette, their beloved protector, whose wisdom and kindness earned their undying loyalty. But lately, they had noticed something peculiar—a softening in his usually stoic expression, a wistful look in his eyes whenever a certain someone was brought up in conversation.

To them, it was as clear as the glistening waters of the sea: the Iudex was smitten. And so, a plan began to take shape.

Neuvillette was seated at his desk in the Palais Mémoria, immersed in his usual workload, when Melly, one of the more spirited Melusines, appeared. She tugged insistently at his sleeve, her small face glowing with excitement.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, you have to come! It’s really, really important!” she exclaimed, her shimmering eyes wide with urgency.

He glanced down at her, arching a pale brow. “Is there some manner of trouble?”

“Not trouble,” Melly replied with a grin that hinted at mischief. “Just… something you shouldn’t miss!”

Her insistence was so earnest, so determined, that Neuvillette found himself setting aside his papers. With a resigned sigh, he followed her, his long strides effortlessly keeping up with her eager skips. She led him through winding streets and quiet alleys, until they emerged at a secluded garden path near the edge of the city.

Standing there, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, was you. You stood with your arms loosely crossed, gazing at the sky, your expression contemplative. The breeze caught a few strands of your hair, and the sight stirred something deep within him—something he could neither name nor ignore.

You turned at the sound of footsteps, and upon seeing him, your face lit up with a warm, genuine smile. “Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Melly,” he said with a sigh, glancing at the Melusine, who was now beaming with unrestrained glee. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Oh, nothing!” Melly said innocently, though her tail swished with uncontained amusement. “You two just looked like you needed a walk. Bye!” And before either of you could respond, she darted off, leaving only her giggles trailing behind.

Neuvillette cleared his throat, slightly flustered. “I apologize. It seems our friends have… orchestrated this encounter.”

You laughed softly, your voice carrying a lightness that instantly eased his embarrassment. “I don’t mind. They mean well.”

“Indeed, they do,” he agreed, his tone softening. “Shall we, then?”

You nodded, and the two of you began walking along the path, the garden alive with the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of crickets. The path eventually opened up to a quiet stretch of beach, where the sea stretched out endlessly before you, its waves glowing with the warm hues of twilight.

You slipped off your shoes without hesitation, stepping into the cool, lapping water with an ease that made him pause. There was something inherently captivating about your unguarded joy, the way you seemed to embrace the moment so freely.

“Come on,” you called, glancing back at him with a teasing smile. “It’s just water.”

He remained rooted on the dry sand, his composed demeanor unshaken, though a faint smile played at his lips. “I am content to observe.”

“Suit yourself,” you said with a light laugh, turning your attention back to the waves. Your movements were unhurried, your bare feet leaving faint imprints that the sea quickly washed away. As you wandered, you began to speak, your voice carrying over the gentle rhythm of the tide.

“I’ve always loved the sea,” you admitted, your gaze fixed on the horizon. “There’s something comforting about it. No matter how wild or stormy it gets, it always returns to this—calm, steady, constant.”

Neuvillette stayed silent, content to listen. You spoke of childhood memories, of collecting seashells and listening to the ocean’s lullabies. You spoke of the peculiarities of Fontaine’s city life, the little joys you found in its vibrant chaos. Each word seemed to weave a story, and he found himself utterly captivated—not just by your words, but by the light in your eyes, the way you seemed to find beauty in the smallest things.

After a while, you turned back to him, a hint of shyness in your expression. “You’re awfully quiet, Monsieur Neuvillette. I hope I’m not boring you.”

“Not at all,” he said, his voice unusually gentle. “Your thoughts are… calming.”

Your cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and you smiled. “That’s kind of you to say.”

As twilight deepened, the two of you wandered side by side, the world shrinking to the space you shared. For Neuvillette, time seemed to slow, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily forgotten. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt so wholly present, so at peace.

Eventually, you paused, your gaze fixed on the shimmering horizon. “Thank you for walking with me,” you said softly. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

“The pleasure is mine,” he replied, his tone scarcely above a whisper.

When you turned to face him, your eyes held his for a moment longer than expected. In them, he saw not just kindness, but an understanding that warmed something deep within him—something that had long been dormant.

From the distance, a familiar giggle drifted on the breeze. Neuvillette glanced toward the garden, catching sight of Melly peeking out from behind a bush, her small hands clasped together in triumph.

A faint chuckle escaped him, and he looked back at you. “It seems the Melusines’ intentions were pure, after all.”

“They’re smarter than they let on,” you said with a smile, your gaze softening.

“They are,” he agreed, his voice tinged with quiet affection.

The waves continued their endless dance, the world around you fading into the background. And for the first time in centuries, Neuvillette allowed himself to believe in something beyond duty—a quiet, unspoken hope that perhaps, amidst the vastness of the sea and the ceaseless flow of time, he had found a moment worth holding on to.

The courtyard was alive with warmth and laughter, sunlight cascading over the cobblestones as Fontaine enjoyed a rare, perfect afternoon. Neuvillette walked with measured grace toward the Palais Mémoria, his thoughts preoccupied with the endless responsibilities awaiting him. Yet his steps faltered when his gaze landed on a scene by the fountain.

You stood there.

The golden light seemed to frame you in an otherworldly glow, your expression alight with joy. The sight would have been enough to steal his breath, but it wasn’t him you were smiling at.

A man stood beside you—confident, charming, he gestures animated as he spoke. Whatever he said must have been clever, because it drew a laugh from you, bright and unrestrained, a sound that struck something deep within Neuvillette.

He froze, his chest tightening as he watched the exchange. The other man handed you a small bouquet of flowers. You accepted it with a faint blush, your smile softening in gratitude.

It was too much.

Neuvillette turned sharply and walked away, his steps brisk, his heart aching with a feeling he couldn’t name—or rather, wouldn’t. Overhead, the clouds began to gather, the sunlight dimming as rain started to fall.

The rain didn’t stop for days.

Fontaine’s usual soft drizzles gave way to an unyielding downpour, mirrored the turbulence in its Iudex’s heart. Neuvillette secluded himself in his office, his desk untouched, his mind elsewhere. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windows offered no solace, only amplifying the echoes of his thoughts.

The image of your laughter haunted him, as did the warmth in your eyes when you looked at someone else. He had always cherished you from afar, his devotion silent and steadfast. Yet now, faced with the prospect of someone else claiming the closeness he had yearned for, he was left adrift, the storm within him unrelenting.

He didn’t expect the soft knock on his door, nor the familiar sound of your voice calling his name.

“Monsieur Neuvillette?”

His head snapped up, his heart quickening at the sight of you stepping into the room. You approached with careful steps, concern evident in your gaze.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you said gently. “You’ve been missed.”

He averted his eyes, unwilling to meet your gaze. “You shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he murmured. “I am fine.”

But your expression told him you weren’t convinced. You crossed the room, stopping just in front of his desk. When he didn’t look up, you moved to his side, crouching so you were level with him.

“Neuvillette,” you said softly, your tone as steady as it was kind. “What’s wrong?”

His hands, folded tightly in his lap, clenched further. “It’s nothing,” he said, his voice low.

You frowned, undeterred. Carefully, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his temple before cupping his face. The tenderness of the gesture made him flinch, though he didn’t pull away.

“Please,” you urged. “Tell me.”

The quiet plea unraveled him. His composure cracked, the emotions he’d fought to suppress spilling forth. “It hurt,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Seeing you… with him.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and then understanding dawned. “Jaques?”

He nodded, his gaze falling to the floor. “I thought I could be content simply protecting you, watching over you from afar. But seeing you with someone else…” He trailed off, the words catching in his throat.

The rain outside seemed to intensify, as if mirroring the turmoil inside him.

“Neuvillette,” you said softly, your voice filled with something he couldn’t quite name. “You don’t need to hold back with me.”

He shook his head. “You deserve happiness, and I… I am hardly what you need.”

Your expression softened, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t get to decide that for me,” you said firmly. “Do you really think anyone else has made me feel as safe, as cared for, as you have?”

His eyes lifted to meet yours, uncertainty and hope warring within him. “But… I saw you smiling—”

“Because they were kind,” you interrupted gently. “But kindness alone doesn’t mean they’re the one I care for.”

The storm inside him stilled, your words cutting through the maelstrom like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Do you mean that?”

“I do,” you said simply. “It’s you, Neuvillette. It’s always been you.”

The rain outside softened, its intensity fading as if the heavens themselves sighed in relief. Slowly, hesitantly, Neuvillette raised his hands to cover yours, his larger palms enveloping your touch.

“I never thought…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

“You don’t have to think,” you said, a small laugh escaping you. “Just feel.”

The quiet encouragement shattered the last of his defenses. Carefully, reverently, he leaned forward, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “May I?” he asked, his voice unsteady. “May I kiss you?”

Your smile widened, your hand moving to gently brush a stray strand of silver hair from his face. “You never have to ask.”

His breath caught at your words, and then he closed the distance. The kiss was slow, tender, unhurried. It was a melding of unspoken emotions, a quiet confession of all the feelings he had buried for so long.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze met yours, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he smiled—soft, genuine, unguarded.

“You’re remarkable,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe.

“And you,” you replied, your fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw, “are everything I needed, even if I didn’t realize it at first.”

Outside, the rain had stopped entirely, the world washed clean and renewed. In the quiet of his office, Neuvillette held you close, his heart no longer heavy but light, full of a hope he hadn’t dared to believe in before.

And for the first time, he allowed himself to embrace the possibility of happiness—not as the Iudex of Fontaine, but as a man who had found a place for his heart.

[sleepimali]

Candlelight spirits 🕯🔥

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Candlelight Spirits Lore:

First off, don't worry, that mouse can pop in and out of the lantern at will, it's not trapped :)

If there’s one thing candlelight spirits know, it’s that the best stories are the ones told in the light of flickering candles and around campfires. And so fire became the very essence of their being! They burn bright, curious and passionate, with an appetite for good tales.

Back when humans and magic folks were at war, they used to hide to listen to the stories of both sides, which was not always the easiest. As a fire elemental they could hide within the flames themselves, but in the face of interesting stories, it was terribly hard for them to not burst out of their hiding spot and ask a thousand questions.

But alas, that was what they had to do. Humans were wary of magic folks and creatures of any kind, and the magic folks did not like that the candlelight spirits would not disclose information about the humans.

But how could they pick sides when they have hearts that melt as easily as wax, and when they knew that if either side won, millions and millions of stories would be lost forever?

So for them, it was heaven when the Long War finally came to an end. There was an abundance of tales like never before, and they did not need to hide any longer.

However, as society started to advance, the introduction of electricity and magic lights ended up thinning out the opportunities they had in the end. And even more sadly for them, storytelling was no longer the primary method of entertainment, at least not in the same way.

From a time where fire was the source of all light in the night, to one where it’s rarely used at all… The poor spirits are nowhere near as common now, given that their presence is tied to the flames, which act as portals for them to come into the same plane as us.

But they persist! Because as long as there are people, there will be good stories to tell.

And if you want to find them, your best bet is arranging a cosy candlelit dinner or campfire night with loved ones, or you can go to a temple or church, or sometimes even a restaurant – any place where there’s always some kind of fire burning.

However, tragically enough, candlelight spirits are banned from the places they adore the most; libraries. This is for understandable reasons, as they cannot control their flames, unlike other flame elementals such as stove bunnies. After all, they came into existence at a point in history when books had not even been invented yet, and fire was what brought people together. And yes, sadly this ban applies even to candlelight spirits in the protective casing of a lantern.

An endearing fact about the candlelight spirits is that they’re shapeshifters from birth, their forms flickering between different shapes much like the flames themselves, but at some point their bodies become stable and stop shifting. In the end they take on the form of whichever character first truly resonated with them. So for that reason it is very common to see candlelight spirits resemble storybook characters, or a storyteller’s loved one.

Sometimes this can be a little bit strange for those who tell their stories to suddenly come face to face with a tiny version of a member of their family or beloved, but it’s usually strangely soothing.

Some who have had these little spirits take on the appearance of their loved ones who’s passed say that instead of being upset, it makes them cherish the memory of that person even more. After all, they took on that form out of sheer love for the person they were in the storyteller’s heart, rather than being disrespectful to their memory.

The candlelight spirits are also excellent storytellers themselves! Who wouldn’t be after listening to so many tales for decades and even centuries?

And they share those stories with joy, which is why a lot of the time historians in particular love them, even though stories are just stories and may not be entirely truthful. But regardless, they’re a goldmine of information from the past.

However, as much as historians love listening to the tales of the candlelight spirits, the love isn’t always mutual. They’re more than happy to tell their stories, but they’re not as excited to hear what the historians have for them. Why? Because they’ve already heard those stories long ago, over and over again, and more accurately too. So they would rather be somewhere else.

Or at least that’s how it used to be. Because in a plot twist this caused a lot of historians (and academics in general) to turn into absolute party animals and adventurers and extroverts in general to appease the spirits’ appetite for good stories so they’d hang around more. It’s to the point that the history department in any given university now has a reputation to be the wildest one there is.

(Please note, this is not to imply historians are boring, I know few people who are more interesting than folks with a passion for history😂)

[megoomy]

got a request for my vesperia berseria au designs and i do have character sheets for them so: everyone is free to draw these if they want! credit is nice but, well, these all heavily reference official tales designs so i dont want to take too much credit for them lol. you can also write about the au and take any amount of what we've come up with, i really don't care, it's all for fun.

UNDER THE CUT: a vague summary of the concept. warning for Profound Self Indulgence and Somewhat Half-Assed Worldbuilding (world...changing? world editing? whatever)

okay basically flynn and yuri met as kids in a village that basically serves as the lower quarter of the au, but after spending a few years together daemons attack the village and nearly everyone dies. yuri survives, but in the process he’s become a daemon. flynn also survives, but is deeply traumatized and gets picked up by the exorcists (conveniently too late to save anyone in typical form). neither knows the other survived. to make matters worse, flynns trauma causes some memory loss…he still definitely remembers that time in the village but its very fuzzy now and as he gets older that only gets worse. and like he thinks all those people died so hes not really trying to remember them.

flynn becomes an exorcist (some flavor of legate) and is going around eradicating daemons when he runs into yuri. he doesnt recognize yuri but yuri is pretty sure he recognizes flynn. but yuri isnt about to say that when flynn is trying to kill him LOL. the general arc is that yuri keeps slipping away and flynn keeps seeing more about him in his efforts to hunt him down, realizing that this strikingly handsome strangely familiar daemon is actually...very kind? takes care of children? helps people for no gain? and this calls into question everything that he thought he understood about the world which is quite troubling.

you can think of them as similar to velvet and eleanor. but I think when flynn joins yuri it's by choice, not because yuri's forced him to be a vessel or because flynn's a spy or anything like that. or at least, he's been thrown out by the abbey for one reason or another and joins yuri instead. (we've tossed around quite a few versions of this. we love playing in the space.)

we've bounced around ideas about the rest of the cast but i only have a sheet for estelle, who is a malak controlled by the abbey ala phi. assigned to flynn, ends up with yuri one way or another. i think rita sees that malaks are people and while she wants to coordinate with them to use their strength she doesn't like how they're treated as tools (the way she feels about blastia more or less).

if you're curious about why flynn and yuri have different fates, like, in terms of lore compliance. i think yuri seeing the thing he holds most dear, the community that cared for him, destroyed in an instant, would probably fill him with malevolence no matter what, especially depending on the circumstances. (like, if the abbey was manipulating things to create daemons or therions) yuri's like...a deeply conflicted character full of self loathing, so, being a daemon really suits him. i think that malevolence would only grow as he sees the world and the abbey for what it really is. unlike someone like rose, yuri NEVER feels unconflicted about Doing Murders.

flynn in canon is pretty conflicted himself of course but i see him as similar to eleanor who can sometimes produce malevolence but has a certain purity of heart that keeps them as pretty good vessel material. nowhere near someone like sorey or rose, and definitely wouldn't have had enough resonance pre-artorius' plot to see anything. also i think the brain trauma and being picked up by the abbey leads to him having very clear purpose and a black and white view for some time, so that helps. (look, let me be real with you, half of the impetus for this au was "it would be funny if flynn had like, religious trauma")

design notes not on the sheets: - yuri's daemonblighted skin is cooler to the touch than his regular skin. but he's a guy with cold hands regardless - i've got purple highlights in his eyes but i think of them as glinting purple in the light. like an animal i guess? - yuri's outfit is mostly inspired by his spirit gear in rays, aside from his normal game canon outfit. - estelle is pulling from a lot of different abbey associated characters but mostly her own design...i didn't want to give her something weird like A FUCKING COLLAR especially bc she's not given to A WEIRDO EXORCIST but i wanted some kind of symbol of captivity so i went instead for a golden mask. pulling from the common malak's gold mask/helmets and seres' mask. in canon a lot of estelle's arc is about being sheltered so i feel like covering her eyes feels, appropriate? idk. - i think yuri still gives estelle her nickname but she wouldn't start out as estellise so its more like yuri gives her a name - you may notice she has the flame of purification (does that have a different proper name? blanking on it) which kind of implies that she's connected to innominat. please don't ask me to elaborate on that point because i literally don't know yet. i think if i were to make her a normal elementally aligned malak she'd be water like her spirit gear in rays, but it feels like she should be Special just like how she's a child of the full moon in canon. we just, haven't really figured out, does the berseria cast still exist, are we replacing them, what would that look like, etc. sorry that stuff should be more important to the concept but we are simply playing with the dolls. teehee

[norikuna]

hey mamas 🙇‍♀️ for the “get to know your fic writer” — 3 , 4 , 6 , 11 (cause i need YOU to put me on YOUR fics 🤭) , 13 , 16 (cause im nosy….) , 21 , 23 & 24 (help a hg out), 25 (so i can glaze you), 32 , 39 , 59 , 60 , 64 , 65 (!!!)

okay i’ll get out of here now…

HEYY 🤩 ...i got this notif earlier and saw the no. of questions and decided to eat dinner first bc i needed to be SEATED and with my laptop out ❤️ you came to the right place bc im president and mayor of yap city

— 3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

i have like a little template in my drafts with my basic layout (like title, prologue, warnings, pairing etc and so on) and i just keep it to copy and paste for a new fic. and underneath the header and info section, i just outline messy dot points. and each dot point gets turned into a few paragraphs or a scene. and i always have some typa thesaurus open 😭

— 4. where do you find inspiration for ideas

oouh!! mostly song titles i think, i always use them as a jumping point. or actually i really love pinterest, and web-weaving type of posts when it comes to themes i wanna explore (mostly in sfw fics, as opposed to like short smut) 😁

— 6. do you have your work beta'd / how is this important to your process?

nope 😭 my drafts are always super messy and all over the place and im always a little self conscious esp since i jump between ideas and dialogue. BUT i am always yapping in peoples dms and talking abt ideas anyway or getting dialogue checked for clarity...

— 11. link your three favourite fics rn

omg! rent-a-dilf by @screampied i found it sooo charming and effortlessly engaging and also super fun even tho i've never played the sims.

i forgot to like this and add it to my queue so i took an hour to find this particular one, but what you know by @starmapz sukuna and reader are so well characterised and incredibly written! i also loved little yuuji and choso's cameos :(

and they were roommates by @sugoroo i loved it so bad, so EXCELLENT and the tension and smut had me on the edge of my seat. choso's made me laugh 😭

— 13. whats a common writing tip you always follow?

honestly it feels like a cop-out answer but i always try to remember 'unlearn shame' in my head. like when im writing, like for no reason, i get a bit embarrassed or self aware or im overthinking a sentence?? i just have to remember that it is just never that deep....😭

however, a better answer i think would be that for 99% of my fics (so excluding very short fluff, or straight up jackhammering smut) i always always do worldbuilding first. my favourite authors are j.r.r tolkien and george rr martin so middle earth/westerosi levels of high fantasy are massive inspirations when it comes to the grand scheme of creating a world for my characters to interact in.

also i rlly love mythology, folktales and medieval history so they always play a role in how i write or treat common themes. i think its super interesting and poignant at how some stories survive thousands of years and resonate across different cultures, and they remain classics for a reason <333 if that makes sense

like okay say! even in fics that aren't a part of some royal/fantasy/myth au right, like idk say im writing about gojo dying (rip king 😰) its obviously set within the jjk world in 2018, but i would try to see how the following works express the same theme of grief, battle, leaving a loved one behind:

the death of sigurd in the volsunga saga in norse myths

patroclus and achilles in the illiad

a medieval french epic called the song of roland, where roland's death is felt so strongly by his fiancee that she dies

tristan and isolde (tristan being mortally wounded n knowing that he will leave isolde behind, and she succumbs to grief)

the japanese folklore tale of the warrior tomoe gozen, and how she mourns her lord and lover

— 16. how many fic ideas are u nurturing? share one of them!

29! at the moment 😭 and watch me genuinely write like...2... but one of them that i havent even drafted much out yet, towards the end of the list is like geto x reader long fic (prob will have smut bc 😇) but its gonna be an alternative universe where reader is considered a saint/icon/mouthpiece of the gods and he's been marked for death (a warrior? or smth idk)

— 21. would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

i've never done it before but ofc! is this the start of user curtins and user creamflix collab.....

— 23. best writing advice for other writers?

sometimes u have to make sure you're sitting on your own and reading that dialogue out loud, or mouthing it. i'm writing shit and then speaking it afterwards. and i cant even stand to hear it bc no way would anyone ever say that.

— 24. worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

you can't start a sentence with 'and' like wtf okay....who said that. english is made up, all words are made up no one gaf if its not proper english, im allowed to do desi repatriations like this ig

— 25. what fic do you wish you got more of a response one?

hmm honestly, i did have an answer for this at first like 'oh yeah this one xyz i wish it got more notes' but that being said i feel like there's none that i feel truly flopped on par with how im improving writing and getting more comfortable. but! if i had to choose: goo goo muck #1 with the minotaur au because i rlly put some thought into how i could incorporate sukuna, yuji, and yuji's execution with the myth of the beast trapped in the maze.

and ditto! i think its my longest fic so far 😭 and it took me so long to plan out a timeline from childhood to gojo's death

— 32. name three of your favourite fanfic writers?

it would be poor form and incredibly remiss of me to not say user @creamflix 🤭 i really love how ur dialogue flows, and the way you describe scenes make me feel like i'm really there (a+ for me)

also @tonycries simply because every time i try my hand at smut, it takes me 4 days to think of something new, and i'm always wondering on how to reword shit so i'm not writing the same thing over and over, but they keep it soooo fresh and new with every fic and soooo well written!!

@kurooh i always find their smut fics sooo creative and fun, and their recent double fantasy fic was SAUUUUUR good!

— 39. share a snippet from a wip!

nay! mind you, this isn't even proofread so its still incredibly basic and thesaurus.com has not come out....but i tried a mildly different inspo approach and header. its very backstory and angst based for sukuna regarding his childhood, but sweet at the end i promise :(( IM CRYING. im seeing mistakes in this already, but i needed to give uraume my they/them baddie a cameo later in it

— 59. does anyone in your personal life know that you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

im cryinggggg. def not, unfortunately i can't let this get in the way of the public brand #coolgirl but it would go something like this

— 60. have you had a writer that you admire comment on your fic?

🫡 @madamechrissy who's writing my fave bridgerton fic, with duke!gojo commented on my vacation fic and i really did a giggle and kick in the air 😭

— 64. something you love to see in smut?

hmmmm my favourite thing is like when it isn't just pure smut if that makes sense, like setting, atmosphere, or cute banter is incorporated or clever wordplay. like you can feel the vibe of like where its set idk 😭

— 65. tell us what you're most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project?

i really want to improve and become more confident in different genres, like better smut that flows more without me having to stop and stare at a wall for ten minutes each time, or super cute fluff <333333

[jupitermoontarot24]

Hi guys !!! Just a quick reading for the weekend!!!! more juicy stuff otw 💗 ENJOY

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piles 1-5

Pile 1

Okay so first off I want to say you have a lot of support around you. this could be physical support but also spiritual support. I feel like you're at a period where your spirit guys are hoping you and real physical 3D as well as the astral plane. but you have Goons like if anybody messes with you they get immediate Karma I feel like also you get immediate Good Karma. So if anyone has wronged you they can be getting Karma this weekend or just in general they can be getting there from. I feel like dressing a lot better this weekend, you might get some clothes, you might buy some stuff for your house or your room. Yeah you have definitely reached Queen / King status so you're basically untouchable. I don't think this has anything to do with the weekend is just the overall energy of you. yeah you're in this nine of Cups nine of Pentacles energy. I feel like you also have a lot of options and love so you might get approached this weekend physically or online.  get for some people you could go on a date that could lead to some sexy time. This could be somebody you went to school with doesn't have to be but it could be somebody from your past or it could be somebody new. a horn beeped outside as soon as I said new so for a lot of people this will be a new person. Yes so for you this weekend all the people that have done you wrong or have passed any type of false judgment on you is getting their karma and you're getting good karma. so you'll be being handed stuff energetically and physically because the will has turned in your favor. so you could be going towards unionship this weekend, you will be getting messaged by different suitors just refilling your cup. Yeah cuz I feel like Spirit was watching the whole time and now they're like okay it's time for us to rule in the right person's favor. Overall you have a good weekend but I think this is just the reality of your life now so you just have really good support and fun. The wheel has officially turned in your favor

David Correy - Body Language

Pile 2

So you could be entering in your fairy tale ERA this weekend. so if you were dealing with an ex you could be meeting a real lover. it's kind of reminds me of pile 1 so you could have broken up with somebody or been single and you have now met someone else. this person could be your type, they good know how to work you if you know what I mean. I think it'll be really sexy too this person is rough around the edges and a good way. but they're definitely not Square or too soft, they have a very healed masculinity, take it how it resonates. Definitely read the previous pile because this could be the person you're coming into Union with. ooh and you guys could have a very adventurous night if you know what I mean. this person could have someone and I'm not going to say that they cheat but they might leave their person for you. both you guys can have options so maybe the both of you guys are talking to people casually maybe they have somebody a little bit more seriously but it doesn't matter because you guys are meant to be in Union together. yeah it's almost like Obsession upon the first link so it doesn't really matter if you were in a relationship or this person is going to happen regardless. so this person could message you, they can pop up on you but they definitely want to planning date or you guys will have a date. So it seems like if you do get with this person it's going to be very Serene and peaceful and like a fairy tale. this might be an artist of some type, finger, writer, painter. but something will definitely be changing within yourself you're definitely going to be switching timelines this weekend yeah and by you switching timelines is going to bring you to this 10 of Pentacles instead of nine. and it's going to lead you to a King. This person could have been waiting to come and see you maybe because you had so many options or something. but you definitely switch timelines and you jump into this fairy tale so fast and easy. it's like an instant.Yes like you guys can't deny each other anymore or something happens as to where they come forward. and confess their feelings. 

Chxrry22 - The Falls (Official Music Video)

Ambré - I’m Baby ft. Jvck James

Pile 3

So for you I feel like your weekend forecast involves you hanging out with one of your friends. but it's some good news is being shared so you can have really good news, if you're coming from another pile the good news could be you're coming into Union with a partner a soulmate. for some people you could be getting back with an ex  but a good x. you know who this person is so whoever popped in your mind when you thought about it, this could be a twin flame but definitely a soul man. yeah this person could message you or this could be somebody completely new. but they definitely want to have a conversation so I feel like you'll be letting your friend or  family member no. but it almost gives me like tea party Vibes so getting together and talking and being excited. There could be different emotions going on. Because of this Union you might have other suitors coming in because they feel this energetically so you might get a lot of confessions or just confessions from people who actually match your frequency. a queen of Cups could confess to you as well this weekend. yeah cuz they might see that y'all are in Union and that puts them and the energy of a race. yeah because this person will feel some type of way about it but the way they go about it is not just being sad if anything they're going to fight for you and tell you how they feel so this person will probably message you as well because they're obsessed with you and they will probably waiting outside with this person. Read pile 2 lol 

Diddy - Dirty Money - Yesterday ft. Chris Brown

Kodie Shane - Too Deep (Official Visualizer)

Pile 4

So for your weekend work as you can have somebody calling you at night. at nighttttttt SpongeBob voice lol.Someone can wake up out their sleep and call you, somebody can have a dream about you and wake up and call you. but it's specifically calling so they probably want to hear your voice it's something that triggers this person to want to speak to you physically. this could be a twin flame because they might feel your energy and they want to call you or maybe they have a dream about you something. Yeah maybe you astral project to this person or they pull you into their dreams but either way I would like to think they have a very Vivid dream about you and it's only about you and it makes them wake up and call you. maybe even in the dream they're getting told to call you and they're waking state. This person probably watches you on social media watches videos of you stuff like that. but this person could dream about like the whole time they've known you so this is somebody from your past especially it's one flame they dream of when they first met you to now almost like their life flashing before their eyes with you they probably even dream of the future too. so this person could dream of when I first met you to you guys being married and having children and stuff. if not that I think this person dreams of the first time they met you up until you guys having a physical Union in real life. so when they wake up they're like I need to have physical Union right now because I just dreamed of it and I seen how it played out. this person could have smoked or got drunk before they went to sleep and that's why it was so vivid or something. but this person definitely they might they don't have your number they might call you through I want to say FaceTime, facebook, Instagram something. I just felt real Dizzy soon as I said that so this person might start drinking right now I am doing this on a Friday so they can call you Friday night. Yeah you definitely have some history with the person so if you guys haven't been seeing other eye they want to fix it. 

Chxrry22 - Favorite Girl (Lyric Video) ft. Offset

YK Osiris - They Don't Love You

Pile 5

This reminds me of pile 4 so read that pile first lol. I feel like you will be haunting a lot of people this weekend. you can be Astro traveling to a lot of people and their waking state, and their dreams, and any nap they take you'll be there. You also could be leaving a unwanted timeline you'll be timeline jumping as you Astro travel so anything that you wanted to leave behind you have. but you're going to be invading everybody's mind. somebody could also be calling you while you're with somebody, a lot of people could be hitting you up while you're with somebody specific because everybody is going to be thinking about you. you'll definitely be put on a pedestal especially when it comes to Communications so a lot of people going to feel like they have something to say to you and they want you to hear it. so it's going to be a lot of physical calls or people trying to physically see you because they don't want to be ignored. this could have already been happening you you might notice that people have been texting you out the blue, exes have been texting you out the blue I feel like it's mostly because Mercury retrograde is over. Yeah people could be coming from the club and calling you, you could be on different time zones with people and they're calling you a different times. yeah you have a lot of suitors trying to come in and talk to you. So I feel like your forecast for the weekend will be you trying to juggle all this communication but really just go with your heart and the most stable opportunity. Could be a king of Cups involved 

Dub P - Somebody Loves You feat. Corryna (Official Music Video)

Dub P - My Love (Official Video)

[sapphosewrites]

top 10 ds9 fan fics you've written, ranked?

Oooh, tough question, friend! I don't even know what the criteria for this would be, because the most AO3 popular ones are not always my favorites... Okay, you know what, here we go. I'm just going to go for it and make some decisions. I'm giving myself a rule, though, that I can only chose one from a series, so I'm not just listing everything in the Terok Nor AU. I'll also try to hit different kinds of fics I've written.

10.) After the End of the World: A Survey of Seminal Works of Cardassian Post-Apocalyptic Literature from cross-posted to tumblr. 533 words, "An examination of the Cardassian post-apocalyptic literary genre before and after the Dominion War." This isn't my most popular or my best written but it's one of my favorites; I like in-world diegetic texts and worldbuilding and I'm obsessed with the idea of post-canon Cardassia as post-apocalypse.

9.) Never Have I Ever from The Game Is Afoot, 1,294 words, T, "Julian introduces Garak to the human game never have I ever." This was fun to write and is fun to reread every time! I often spend a lot of fic space on angst and identity and all the reasons why it's a bad idea for Julian and Garak to get together, but in this one we just get to spend time seeing them be clever and enjoy each other's company.

8.) Tribbles, Togetherness, and the Great River, 1,742 words, G, "In their shared quarters, Nog and Jake discuss tribbles, pets, and telling their families about their relationship." This is my only full standalone Jake/Nog fic, and it's another that was a pleasure to write and still makes me smile. It's fun to spend a sweet moment with two young people figuring out how they fit together.

7.) Del Floria's Tailor Shop, 336 words, also known as the space tumblr one. I think this is possibly the funniest thing I've ever written.

6.) Push Me Til I Break, 4,653 words, M, also known as the one where Garak interrogates Julian, and the role play goes wrong. Maybe the most tense thing I've ever written, and really leans into the ways in which two deeply hurting people can choose to hurt or hold.

5.) Growth, 45,843 words, T, "Julian and Garak grapple with their pasts and their feelings for each other at the end of the series." My super long post-canon Cardassia fic, back when I had no idea how to string a multi-chapter idea together. There's a lot I would change if I wrote this now (I've grown as a writer in many ways, including my ability to have scene transitions), but some of the conversations and moments in here are still absolute favorites of mine, particularly around ideas of self-forgiveness, the clash between values and actions, and the importance of choice.

4.) Predetermination, 22,200 words, T, Mirror Bashir arrives at the station and suddenly the nature/nurture debate has never had higher stakes. This is one of the places I think I've been most successful in using sci fi to ask big questions that hopefully resonate in the modern day, about who we are and how we become. Also, the ending takes inspiration from one of my favorite TNG episodes, and that was cool too.

3.) Especially the Lies, 13,019 words, T, "Something is going on with Garak, and no one knows what, except for possibly Julian Bashir." This is my only archive-warning-applied fic and it was really important to me to tell a story about care, for a character who I think doesn't believe he's allowed to have any, in a real world circumstance that too often people have to go through alone.

2.) Necessary Storms, 15,149 words, T, Julian and Starfleet Spouse Garak get entangled in Trill politics. I feel like this is one of the things I've written that most feels like it could be an episode of Star Trek, and is also a fairly unsubtle (though initially unintentional) way to explore populism, demagoguery, resource distribution, and revolt at a very particular moment in national politics with the aesthetic distance that sci fi offers.

1.) Old Friends: An Enigma Tale from Terok Nor AU. I'm exceedingly proud of this whole series, which started as just "what can I do with the idea of dabo boy Julian" and has turned into a sweeping journey covering how Terok Nor becomes Deep Space 9. This most recent installment is perhaps not indicative of the series as a whole, but it was a lot of fun to write and is also a dip into my other favorite genre aside from sci fi (murder mystery).

[saintmachina]

This is more....confession than ask but I've been having a rough go of it. I was raised catholic and what little I saw of it in catholic school at a super young age was so full of art, mysticism, defiance AND peace, /kindness/, and encouragement to talk to God as /Father/, as family.....I felt so at home in it. I was pulled out of it bc my parents couldn't afford tuition by the time I was 9, so I went to public school. I saw the Church from the outside and I've had random bursts of OCD style attendance to mass vs not going. I feel more at peace with life with not going but I know I should. I know I disagree with the doctrines but I walk into a cathedral and I'm home. I'm moved to tears by stone stations of the cross and stained glass martyrs but I'm a queer adult who fucked with witchcraft and no longer aspire to be a nun or a saint. I feel like I don't belong but also feel bad telling my fellow queers I ID as Catholic knowing the atrocities committed by it and the trauma most of them have. Do you know anyone else with this experience?

I resonate so much with this ask on so many levels, anon, thank you for your earnestness and your honesty. I know a LOT of people with this experience, myself included, so you came to the right place. I'm no priest, but confessions are always welcome here <3

It sounds like you were formed (in the classical sense of spiritual formation, shaped like clay on a wheel or contoured like a rock worn by waves) by the sacredness you experienced in Catholic school. That was your entry point to God, your foundational understanding of the divine, and on one hand, what a blessing to be equipped at a young age with prayers and tools and stories and rituals to help you draw near to the source of all life! But of course, in another sense, how painful to come to the realization that this tradition you love has perpetuated brutal doctrines and painful teachings for centuries, that it has harmed those you cherish (and undoubtedly you as well).

However, I want to ask you some questions. Why do you need to be a nun, or any kind of saint? Why can't you just be a creature in a body that is soul-stirred by the stained glass and the stations of the cross and the tales of the heroic dead? Why should God take any less notice of you because you question, because your love and desire takes the queer shape that God has rooted within you, because you recoil at injustice and cruelty and corruption? Because you sought communion with something supernatural through a method not formally endorsed by the Church, yet practiced historically by many of its priests, scholars, and adherents? Because you grasp for goodness and sometimes prevail and sometimes fail, just like every human that's come before you?

If God is real, than God and all God's symbols and signs, all the rituals and tales and talismans, must be for God's people. And I'll tell you something I believe with all of myself: we are all God's people.

If your heart is most at peace not attending church, that's okay for a season, or maybe forever! But perhaps there are other ways your heart can rest in God, in nature or conversation with friends or personal devotion or private mysticism or communal prayer? You are heir to an inheritance of a long line of queer Catholics, as difficult as that badge is sometimes to bear, but your (our) queer siblings have reshaped history, theology, art, liturgy, music, and more with our talent and perspectives. We are members of the family, beloved children of an attentive and patient Father. No one gets to tell you to leave: this is your house, should you choose to reside here one day out of the year or many.

Sorry, I feel like I'm rambling, but this ask really touched me. Basically, there are not rules, anon. We're all going to die and we're all going to experience so much pain and joy in our glimmering, fragile lives, and God wants to be present in that pain and joy with us, in whatever form God takes, in whatever language we can understand.

I know it can be painful to tell someone you love who has been hurt by the church that religion still holds meaning for you, I wrestle with that every day, but I think the wrestling is worth it, if you proceed with honesty and compassion. No one can tell you what path to take, but I hope I can encourage you in that you aren't walking alone.

Be blessed in your seeking anon, and fortified by the saints, and guided by the light of the archangels and the gentle touch of Mary, and brooded over by the protective wings of God.

[jjwho]

Who is your Next Lover

Pile 1. Pile 2

Pile 3. Pile 4

Pile1

Cards pulled out: Five of pentacles, ten of pentacles reversed, seven of wands reversed, three of swords reversed.

Okay pile oneee

Oof so what im getting is that your person might feel left out in the cold, having it ruff especially if its financially, maybe their parents are divorced because of financial issues.

This person really genuinely has it ruff, like they mightve unexpectedly lost a lot of things, like family and espically money, I'm seeing a scene of being in their parents debt and repaying their debt.

Shame man and I see them always surrender so easily and just saying yk fine I'll pay for their debts even though they should. I feel like this person is trying to stay optimistic

This person is someone who has it really ruff but still smiles yk. Hides the pain through a smile and just tries their best and stays optimistic even though the circumstances are bad. I do feel they are trying to ket go of pain and grief but shame man you should take care of them😭🥲

Physical traits:

-Might look German, Dutch or Afrikaans or raised there

-Dark skinned

-Youthful appearance

-Doe eyes

Awww so innocent. I hope that helps you pile one. Just know this is a general reading si nit everything is gonna resonate

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Pile 2

Cards pulled out: Revered- King of pentacles, death, ten of swords

Upright- The High Priestess

Okay pile 2 so uh

This person might not have the best background or past, cause this person might of been very unstable with money and just an unstable person. May come off as cold and rude and greedy. Now they also have a fear of change, they don't want ti change their old habits for some reason. Or didn't want to.

Now maybe they are trying ti change that now, but it takes a really long time for a man or woman like that to change so yeah. Just live your life and don't stay with this person if they aren't gonna treat you well.

They also might come off as mysterious at first or they have a thing for mysterious people and this person really has a thing for desire like he can't control himself and just takes and tales that's what im getting.

(Sorry very toxic masculine energy that's why I called it a him.)

Physical traits:

-oop they may appear to be more feminine, but personality might be masculine

-They have nice nails

-Curvy

-Asian(Asian also means Indian people)

Okay hope that helps pile 2222

Byeee

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Pile 3

Cards pulled out: five of cups,ace of pentacles,seven of cups, seven of pentacles revered

Okay pile 3 sooo

Your next lover is giving me daddy boss vibes

Like this person gots lots of money and opportunities and shit, but idk this person is always focused on the negative, this person is a workaholic doe

This person just needs to set their mind straight, like this person might have a kit of set backs or procrastinate or put their decisions on hold which they shouldnt cause.

Money.

If yk what I mean.

But that's really all that I'm getting tbh, they might a little lazy too when it comes to live, not too experienced in it and enter really been in love. To focused on work yk.

Physical Traits

-They got abs-

-Freckles

-Strong arms

-summer aesthetic

Damn they work out. Hot for uuu

Okay byeee hope that helps pile 3333

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Pile 4

Cards pulled out: eight of pentacles, the devil, judgement, ten of swords reversed

Okay pile 4 so uhm damn

Uh

So you might know this person from work, might be a new worker, they work really hard and might attract a lot of the higher ups. They're confident in there work too, now they might be a bit of a sexual person who's a bit obsessive and yk very sexual and naughty ooop. Yeah yeah. Like a dark but attractive aura. Pure and cool at work but sexy and whatever around outside yk yk.

Some who likes fairness though. Very strong taste in justice. And someone who stands up for themselves and other yk yk.

Sexy, hardworking, good morals, sexy again.

That's all that I'm getting tbh

Physical Traits:

-Doe eyes

-Light skinned

-Brown eyes

-they might not smell the best tho-

Hope that helps byeee

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Tarot & intuitive messages from spirit.

What did /do your dream(s) mean? .

Options

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2. 3.

Option 1

So your dreams come off pretty fantasy like , not as based in this reality and it's probably just cause that's what you're soul is craving right now. That's super dope. I thought of dragon tales that old kids show for some reason but I can see how for someone that energy matches. So you really look at dreaming time as an opportunity to be free. But I think whatever goes on in your dreams it is real dimensions you're in. I see you seriously visiting aliens and people you want to see in your waking hours. You might fight some people sometimes. All of this just seems like you're doing things that you desire to do when you're awake so you're kind of just being more free and adventurous when you are in the sleeping state. If any of you are having nightmares it is symbolic of something you're trying to resist. But I'm not even sure if you guys remember your dreams or the ones I just read about lol. Super dope though. Like really .aliens. Damn.

Option 2

Okay the energy I'm getting so far is kind of off...you guys if the dreams are bad or good are doing a lot of healing work in your dreams ,mostly for yourself. You guys really seem like you're having nightmares or just offputting dreams like weird or creepy almost. But a lot of this is sort of like a blessing in disguise cause somehow you're using it to your advantage to heal , like I said. I think your subconscious mind uses your dreams to confront fears so it's easier on you whatever you may be scared of in your waking reality.

It seems like you guys are healers and or super deep individuals and I think the dreams you're having are making you feel significantly better and come off that way to others because of the healing you're doing in your sleep. ⭐awesome you guys. Proud of y'all.💗

Option 3

At the end of this guess what song came on the radio‼️dream on by Aerosmith. Please go listen to it.

Seems like you're dreaming of things that are helping you cope with your reality when you're awake. You might be dreaming of someone you know in this reality. It kind of seems like a crush of yours for some of you I'm sure it is or it is a desirable version of someone that was or is in your life. I'm being guided to suggest that you guys look into other readings you guys also feel free to request one from me you can message me if you want or you can also make an ask anonymous . I think spirit wants to tell you a lot bout other subjects. Spirit loves you guys so much it seems like some of you are really fighting and the song that just came on I'm just getting that they really want you to go within your heart and soul because that's where your paradise lies and I can't even explain this energy almost but it reminds me of my younger self. Not that much younger like me my whole life and I just had a breakthrough onto better things about a year ago. You are a sweet beautiful warrior soul and you don't have any clue how loved you are. I'm getting teary eyed. You guys seriously message me and I will give you a reading any one you want or general.

This isn't gonna resonate with everybody , but the next song that came on the radio is called heart and soul by t'pau.

One love 💛

[sevi007]

Tales of the Abyss, part 12

(It's getting hint-heavy today! )

Guys, guys it's over, we are hearing voices. They gonna put us back in house arrest again.

I'm about to put a ban on "giving ominous hints but not following through" here. They are all way too fond of it.

My thoughts on this exchange below the cut:

So if this keeps going (and it does turn out my ears did not deceive me) I will say that either

a) Luke had a twin, they were both kidnapped, and only Luke made it back. He does not remember because he lost his memories.

b) Luke is a clone of Asch, or vice versa. Sticking with that giant 3D printer theory I threw out there.

Both theories would lend to Guy remember Asch here, not Luke, and thus saying Asch was not quite as nice a guy as Luke here is.

The twin theory, in my mind, does not hold up entirely based on the wonky fact that Mama fon Fabre does seem quite happy with Luke around, though worried about him. I don't think she would be quite as calm with a missing twin brother.

Oh I think Jade just confirmed my theory... theories. Either or is true.

Okay holy damn can we now all understand that this boy HAS AMNESIA and give him some slack for not knowing complicating stuff like Fonons and stuff.

Oh snap, she heard me.

Okay who gave someone our remote control I just want to talk.

This is kind of scary? Does this have a certain range, or do we have to be worried that the speaker here can just take control of Luke whenever he feels like it?

Wondered nothing else, sir.

This could go either or now. Either my gut feeling is off and Van is a good guy with no ulterior moves, meaning he will give Luke important information here. OR my gut is right, we can't fully trust him, and should get Luke away from him right now before he fills his head with weird stuff.

Already not liking how this start. "Short leash" immediately sheds an incredibly bad light on Luke's father / family, pitting him against them.

Not saying they did right by him! But the wording here is a bad start. It's probably going to end up in Van going "BUT I will help you" or smth.

Meeeeh. Okay I understand that Luke is special but it's not quite right that he did that on his own, there was someone controlling him, so it still does need two people? I think? For the resonance at least. Or it needs two people til he learns to control it.

There's something about all of this that's just off. We have known Van for seven years. He only now comes out with all this information - first hammering it into Luke's head that now that he has seen the outside world, he will never again see it, then that he is special, then that he can be a hero, and free - and over all, that Van will be the one to help with that.

It's just - to me, it looks like he is only ever divulging as many information as he needs to to keep Luke invested in this. And he is dangling Luke's freedom in front of his nose like a treat or something. Given Luke's basically non-existent memory and knowledge, he is very easily influenced by someone he trusts.

This has big red DANGER letters all over for me.

@magicmetslogic

@ahsokaisawesome

[starg1rlie]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ㅤㅤPROLOGUE: The Baby | (MLIST)

⟡ rating. slight romance + angst ( adolescent audience )

⟡ summary. ( the re-written version of "better late than never" is finally here! i know some people have asked about it, since i've deleted it but it's BACK NOW!! ) not all fairy tales end in a happily-ever-after. take (Y/N) and ajax for example; they had the love story of a lifetime and yet it's now all water under the bridge. ten years after the two of them split up, it was suggested that (Y/N) spend a summer vacation over in snezhnaya to give their son and the father some time to bond together and enjoy a relaxing break. however, that's easier said than done.

notes. you have no idea how long this post has been sitting in my drafts, oml. hey, yep, this is leo here, formerly known online as tarluscious (or, leo, as my moots know me), here to talk a bit about the remake of this delightful series. ever since i started publishing more and more chapters of this series back when it was still a "fly by the seat of my pants" project, i wasn't happy with the final results. i mean, hell, who's ever happy with the first attempt? and i've been meaning to re-write this series for so long, but i never found the time to. when i took my hiatus a couple of months ago, i was a little sad that i wouldn't get the chance to write BLTN over again. however, my friend, who now runs this blog (hyokkun) with me, suggested that they might re-write it, and we came to a happy conclusion that the both of us should work on this project together. so here we are, with the prologue. yayy. just wanted to say that what this means is, hyokkun has added their own inputs into this series, while i, leo, am the main author of it. so, all that being said, i hope you thoroughly enjoy this re-written version. please note that some things may be different from the last time you've read this series, and that's because changes has been made to fit the new plot accordingly. reblogs and likes are appreciated ! | wc. 1,542 words ( 8,566 characters )

⟡ feat. childe / tartaglia x female! reader ( she / her pronouns are used )

ㅤㅤA cry split through the peaceful silence of the hospital. A baby, swaddled in warm, cuddly blankets had begun wailing, even though he was cradled within the arms of his mother. He kept bawling, even as the mother hummed a lullaby, even as she rocked him back and forth in her arms, even as she cupped one side of his delicate face and whispered 'It's going to be okay' over and over again.

ㅤㅤA new wave of sickness passed over (Y/N) as she stared down at her stomach, imagining what it would be like bigger, pondering over the process it takes for a baby to develop within her. It both simultaneously intrigued and terrfied her. She couldn't imagine popping out a baby from her unmentionables, let alone having it stuck in her womb for months. Yet as she began to wonder, a new question came into light: would she give up this baby? Could she?

ㅤㅤPeople say that you don't really have a choice when you're young; no one's capable of raising a child when they're barely just a young adult, and yet, she could name a few people she knew right off the bat who were doing just fine with parenting. But the real question was if she was ready for this. Be it ready to give it up or ready to endure the consequences, it didn't matter. She just had to know for sure if she was ready.

ㅤㅤShe still remembered the conversation that had went down only a few weeks ago. She refers to it as a 'discussion', but really, it was a full-out argument....A migraine had formed underneath her temple and had buried its heels in deep, causing a resonating pounding to echo within her head, messing with her already tangled up thoughts. And yet, that day's memories remained untouched. If anything, it was tugged free of the mess and pulled into the light.

ㅤㅤ"What the fuck? What the fuck?"

ㅤㅤ"Saying 'what the fuck' over and over again isn't going to make the situation anymore better than it already is, Ajax," (Y/N) interrupted, breathing out a slightly exasperated sigh. She'd been scared out of mind about telling her boyfriend about the news and this was exactly why: he'd take it badly. He always took life-changing news badly, unless it involved travelling, free food, or money. She'd grown used to his childish behaviour ever since the two started going out, but right now was not the time to act like a child.

ㅤㅤ"Then what will make this better? Huh? Please elaborate on that for me," Ajax replied sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air. He'd been pacing for the past five minutes since (Y/N) had spilled the beans about her pregnancy. Anymore pacing and he'd pace a trench right through their apartment floor. "Because I really don't understand how anything can make this better."

ㅤㅤ"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're going to be a father? Haven't you been going on and on about wanting to have a son one day?" (Y/N) retorted, patience fizzling.

ㅤㅤ"When I'm thirty, not twenty-four!"

ㅤㅤ"What's a few years early? If anything, you'd get your dream quicker," she mumbled under her breath, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the cable.

ㅤㅤAjax leapt forward and snatched the remote out of her hands, slamming it roughly onto the glossy surface of their coffee table, one that he'd insisted he put together himself, even though the table had come from IKEA, and he knew nothing on how to read instructions in Swedish. That little memory caused a tiny pang to go through her heart, enough to make it ache just a little bit. Please, she prayed, please let us get through this together.

ㅤㅤ"You're not listening! Do you honestly think that I'm ready for this? That you're ready for this? We're still in college for God's sake, do you expect us to be whizzes at parenthood?"

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) barely managed to withhold a snort at his sarcasm, but politely shook her head. She knew deep down inside that she wasn't ready to be a mother, let alone have a child at such a young age. What would her friends think? What would her parents think?

ㅤㅤ"What, then, I 'spose you expect us to waltz right in and get comfortable in our positions as parents, right? We'll be fine, so long as we manage to balance a baby into our already hectic and crazy lives, right? Just plop it right in between work and college and paying bills, hm?"

ㅤㅤ"Right," she repeated.

ㅤㅤAjax paused his pacing for a moment. "Do you understand the concept of sarcasm?" he asked incredulously.

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) went silent, seemingly contemplating whether she'd been too hasty to cast in her answer earlier.

ㅤㅤ"Whatever. It doesn't matter." His jaw tensed and for a moment, he looked as though he might punch something. Not (Y/N), heavens no, but something. Possibly the fridge (poor thing; it never did anything to deserve this sort of abuse). "What matters is that you're pregnant and we're still in college. We're students, we can barely make it past out deadlines, let alone manage a child." He sounded almost tired, and for the first time in a while, she just now noticed the bags under his eyes, and the tired croak to his voice, taking the place of the usual charming lilt he normally had. How many times had she come home from her part-time job at the laundromat to see him passed out on the exact same coffee table they were currently in front of, drooling all over his calculus homework? How many times had she come back from her lectures to find a pristine sink and an empty fridge? Ajax was incredibly vain and conscious about his self-image, that he took great lengths to make himself look presentable each day. But ever since his senior year in college started, his schedue started going downhill and he never had the time to do any of the things he normally did to take care of his body. He hadn't eaten proper food for days, and has been liviing off of coffee (and her fancy vanilla oatmilk creamer) and Doritos for God knows how long.

ㅤㅤ"What are we going to do?" (Y/N) asked finally, voice timid and quiet, as if anything louder might break the fragility of this scene.

ㅤㅤWhen Ajax looked up, she had expected his face to be sad, almost regretful for saying such things about the situation, but instead she found his gaze hard and penetrating, almost menacing. "We can't look after a baby right now, (Y/N), you know that."

ㅤㅤAnd the truth was, she did know it. She just chose not to believe it. But the way he worded it, the way he said it, seemed to hint at something. Something that made waves of nausea roll through the pits of her stomach.

ㅤㅤ"You're not suggesting...."

ㅤㅤ"An abortion," Ajax finished quietly, gaze trained on a coffee stain on the carpet.

ㅤㅤ"Ajax, no. No. We can't give the baby up before we've even tried. That's just cruel. This is your child, possibly the son you said you wanted, and you're just going to throw him away? Let him die before he gets a chance to play on a soccer team, like you did? Before he even gets a chance to see the two people who made him?" Your voice broke at those last few words and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face in thick, wet trails. "You might be giving up on him, but I'm never letting go."

ㅤㅤAjax inhaled sharply, air hissing through clenched teeth as he breathed out. "We aren't ready for this, (Y/N)."

ㅤㅤ She knew he was right. She knew it in her heart and in her brain. But some part of her wanted to keep this unborn baby that was developing within her stomach right now. Some part of her wanted to know the happiness of being a parent, a mother.

ㅤㅤShe didn't want to follow through with this. She didn't want to let the baby die. And yet...

ㅤㅤ"Miss (L/N)? You can come in now. Dr. Li's ready for you," a voice called, interrupting (Y/N)'s train of thought. She looked up, one hand resting on her tummy, the other clenched around a cell phone. The screen was still on, a barrage of messages (most likely from her family and friends) lighting up the screen with soft 'pings'.

ㅤㅤShe breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, a breathing trick she'd learned from online to calm her nerves down.

ㅤㅤFinally, she spoke.

ㅤㅤ"Ah, sorry. I'm afraid I've changed my mind. If it's alright with you, I'll be canceling my appointment."

ㅤㅤThe nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding along. She obviously was not paid enough to barge into patients' lives, so she (wisely) kept her nose in her own business. "Of course, miss. I'll let him know you'll be leaving. Have a lovely rest of your day."

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) nodded along before waddling out of the waiting room, feeling giddy and deliriously light from the weight that had just been lifted from her shoulders. Ajax would be upset over this, yes, but it would be worth it. She could feel it in her bones.

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