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astrofaeology · 20 days ago

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Sun in the Signs

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ᡣ𐭩 Please support me by reposting, liking, following me and commenting your placement. The placement of the sun can tell you alot of what your ideal is what you aspire to and what you unconsciously tend towards. The sun is the divine masuline and also represents your father.

0º is the degree which doesn't have a coresponding sign assigned to it. It's a fresh new degree and will amplify the themes of the sign that it's in

Aries (1,13,25º) The Sun is exalted in Aries, a cardinal fire sign, imbuing individuals with a powerful reservoir of vitality, courage, and strength. These are natural leaders and trailblazers, characterized by an independent and action-oriented approach, often preferring to "confront challenges horns first". Their drive is to prove themselves through acts of bravery and decisiveness, though this can sometimes manifest as pushiness, aggression, or arrogance if the focus becomes solely on proving themselves "right". This placement signifies a confident and vigorous expression of the self, compelling them to blaze their own path without waiting for permission.

Taurus (2, 14, 26°) With the Sun in Taurus, a fixed earth sign ruled by Venus, individuals are often characterized by their grounded, tenacious, and loyal nature, coupled with a deep appreciation for life's simple pleasures and all things artistic and sensual.Their self-worth is often linked to their ability to create and manage resources, and they are known for their patience and practicality. While their fixed quality can lead to stubbornness and a reluctance to change, it also makes them rock-steady and achievement-oriented, ensuring they see things through. They value comfort, beauty, and stability, often taking their time in all endeavors, from decision-making to relationships.

Gemini (3, 15, 27°) The Sun in Gemini, a mutable air sign, blesses individuals with endless curiosity, a playful sense of humor, and a clever, analytical mind. They are natural communicators, constantly seeking new information and perspectives, and thrive on mental stimulation and variety. Their adaptable and flexible nature allows them to blend into various social groups, though this duality can sometimes be perceived as inconsistency. They tend to take life lightly, easily detaching from expectations and outcomes, and are often described as social butterflies who enjoy engaging with a wide circle of friends.

Cancer (4, 16, 28°) Individuals with the Sun in Cancer, a water sign ruled by the Moon, are defined by their emotional depth, intuition, and nurturing nature. They are often seen as the caretakers of the zodiac, driven by an innate desire to protect and care for their loved ones. Highly empathetic and sensitive, they possess a unique ability to understand and share the emotions of others, often relying on their gut instincts for decision-making. While they cherish their home as a sanctuary and can be sociable in familiar settings, their innate sensitivity can lead to over-sensitivity, a fear of vulnerability, or emotional withdrawal.

Leo (5, 17, 29°) As the Sun's domicile, Leo is where the Sun expresses its qualities with utmost confidence and authenticity. Individuals with the Sun in Leo are naturally confident, comfortable being the center of attention, and possess a dramatic, ambitious, and generous spirit. They are often natural leaders, driven by a desire to be a "shining star" and to excel, influencing others in both personal and professional spheres. Their actions are powered by pride and creativity, and they tend to live life "king size," though they may sometimes be perceived as egoistic or desiring to be treated as royalty.

Virgo (6, 18° ) The Sun in Virgo, a mutable earth sign ruled by Mercury, bestows individuals with a detail-oriented, analytical, and practical nature, coupled with a strong desire to be of service to others. They are often described as perfectionists, meticulous in their approach, and possess a keen intellect that helps them find patterns and solutions. While they are highly dependable and thoughtful, their emphasis on logic and a need to feel useful can sometimes lead to overthinking, difficulty expressing emotions, or neglecting their own needs in favor of helping others.

Libra (7, 19°) The Sun is in its fall in Libra, a cardinal air sign, indicating a struggle for the individual to assert their own light directly.Individuals with the Sun in Libra are inherently peacemakers, harmonious, fair, and cooperative, with a natural charm and appreciation for beauty and art. They excel at understanding multiple perspectives, making them skilled mediators and advocates for justice. The challenge lies in balancing their desire for harmony and partnership with the need for self-assertion, which can lead to indecisiveness, people-pleasing behaviors, or the suppression of their own individuality for the sake of maintaining peace.

Scorpio( 8, 20°) With the Sun in Scorpio, a fixed water sign, individuals possess an intense, serious, and obsessive intellect, driven by a fundamental urge to get to the bottom of things and uncover hidden truths. They are characterized by powerful magnetism, deep resilience, and a relentless drive for authenticity and real intimacy. This placement often leads to a profound interest in the deeper, transformative aspects of life, and they tend to communicate with directness, sometimes perceived as harsh or intrusive. While they are highly adaptable, their intensity can also manifest as a struggle with power dynamics or a tendency towards manipulation in their quest for truth.

Sagittarius (9, 21°) The Sun in Sagittarius, a mutable fire sign ruled by Jupiter, makes individuals philosophical, confident, and optimistic explorers of the zodiac. They are driven by a limitless sense of faith and a hunger for knowledge, seeking unrestricted movement mentally, physically, and spiritually. Their "go big or go home" motto fuels grand visions and a desire to travel far and learn new things, often making them captivating leaders and storytellers. However, their innate enthusiasm can sometimes lead to tactlessness, exaggeration, or a tendency to preach their beliefs if not tempered with restraint.

Capricorn (10, 22º) Individuals with the Sun in Capricorn, a cardinal earth sign ruled by Saturn, are characterized by ambition, practicality, and a strong sense of responsibility and dedication. Like the Mountain Goat, they are determined to climb higher, setting lofty goals and working diligently to achieve them, often seeking positions of respect and authority. They are logical, realistic, and disciplined, preferring a pragmatic approach over idealism or emotional indulgence. While they are loyal and dependable friends, their focus on achievement and control can sometimes lead to being perceived as bossy or prone to burnout if they don't balance work with rest.

Aquarius (11, 23°) Aquarius is the sign opposite Leo, placing the Sun in its detriment, which can lead to energetic and behavioral conflicts for the Sun's authentic expression. Despite this, individuals with the Sun in Aquarius are often brilliant, free-spirited, eccentric, and intellectual, valuing personal freedom and space above all else. They are highly individualistic, rebellious, and champion the rights of all people, often being ahead of their time with innovative ideas. The challenge arises from the Sun's ego expressing itself in a sign that emphasizes the collective and detachment, potentially making them appear aloof, fixed in their opinions, or reluctant to reveal deep emotions.

Pisces (12, 24°) With the Sun in Pisces, a mutable water sign, individuals are compassionate, kind, empathetic, and often possess a mystical, elusive quality. They are natural healers, artists, and poets, known for their creativity, imagination, and ability to infuse any medium with emotion. Their adaptable nature allows them to flow with life's currents rather than following a set path, but this can also lead to inconsistency, a tendency to get lost in the suffering of others, or a struggle with boundaries. While they are selfless and willing to help, they may also be prone to illusions or a "victim syndrome" if they neglect their own needs. Sources and related content

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astrobydalia · 10 months ago

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Astro knowledge pt. 2

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Cancer rules hotels, motels, etc. Hotels are all about hospitality, making people feel welcomed, comfortable, provide for basic needs like a bed, food, etc. Of course this will differ based on quality and the kind of place but in general places designated to provide shelter and a place to stay are ruled by Cancer

When I learned this it made a lot of sense cause my mom has Groom in Cancer and 7th house ruler in the 4th house and she met her fs at a hotel. I know a couple who has Cancer ASC in their composite chart and they met at a hotel

Jupiter is a very unpredictable planet and a negative manifestation of it is that it can make things grow uncontrollably without reliable results. Jupiter can give blessings yes but it does not guarantee success. Those blessings are just opportunities but it's up to you what to do with them.

Astrologically, the key to success is Saturn. That's why success is so hard to obtain and it's a symbol of status or accomplishment. And yes this applies to whatever it is you consider success. Saturn is not about obtaining success in itself, it's about growth, the way we feel accomplished and successful as humans is when we feel like we've grown and flourished overtime. That's why it doesn't matter what your definition of success is, in order to get it you need to mature and go through sacrifices and lessons related to your Saturn placement.

MC/10th house = what success means to you Saturn = also related to what success means to you, but it can specifically tell you how to get it

Moon is related to wealth that's why it is exalted in Taurus!

Moon in a man's chart indicates his wife because Moon symbolizes the divine feminine. Venus is important too but ultimately a man will commit to a woman that satisfies his Moon energy. That's why it is often said that men marry someone like their moms or the way a man treats his mom is how he's gonna treat his wife

5th house rules your creative endeavors and the 11th house rules your public/clients/fanbase/etc. That's also why 11th house is related to money you make in your career (2nd from 10th). If you wanna have your own business you gotta look at both the 5th and 11th houses

Something I don't see people mention much (maybe because its obvious) is that Libra energy makes things to be balanced in itself because Libra is all about avoiding any extremes. Libra makes this to be on the "elevated" or positive side but always keeping it moderate. For example, if you have Libra ruling your money houses your income could be averagely decent, like you could make good money (cause, Venus) but you're not insanely rich either or it does not appear that you are (cause Libra also rule appearances).

Aquarius rules heavy cold winds (you know like those very heavy and erratic winds), that’s why it also rules over airports and planes. I've also seen astrologers say that back in the day, Aquarius used to rule over sailing of bigger boats which also needed heavier winds in order to move

We all know Leo rules inner child. One thing about children is that when you're a kid you kinda don't have a concept of others being their own person and having completely different lives (that's something Aquarius brings awareness to, that's why its the humanitarian), but rather kids tend to assume everyone lives the same way as they do. That's what happens with Leo astrologically, they tend to not understand or fathom or be interested in things that go beyond them or their experience. Their own perspective of life is their whole world and what they will project on everything much like the Sun project its own light into the world. In the case of very unhealthy Leo energy this can go as far as actively minimizing other's experiences and perspectives. When Leo does try to understand others, they have a tendency to circle it back to something they can relate to or is relevant to them or they can understand

There's also another side of Leo that rules teenage years since that’s the period of our lives where we are finding our identity/expression and also where we start to become more interested in romance and sex

In composite, the ASC is how the relationship started and how it generally comes across as but the 7th house is the dynamic the two people have between them, how they actually interact with each other

Both Aquarius and Pisces are the last two of the zodiac wheel and both relate to themes of evolving as human and elevating spiritually but because of this, these signs are the hardest to develop healthily and many people fail to do so. That's why you see many Aquarius and Pisces placements with a god complex or huge entitlement cause both share this sentiment of feeling 'different', more elevated or special than everyone else

Venus finds fall in Virgo bc Venus is a sex goddess, she rules abundance, sensuality, pleasure and indulgence. Virgo on the other hand is the virgin, she's minimalistic, cerebral and modest, she’s too much of a “prude” for Venus.

Since Pisces is the most empathetic sign, its opposite Virgo is one of the most unkind signs unfortunately. Pisces wants to find the beauty in all things and people (Venus exaltation) while Virgo wants to find the flaws and everything that is wrong and needs to be improved or fixed. Pisces is about accepting the "soul" of things while Virgo is attached to an idea of how things should be. That's also why Venus finds falls in Virgo because Venus is related to kindness (this does not mean Virgo Venus people are inherently unkind, this can manifest in any unhealthy virgo placement, it's just an astrological explanation)

Domicile/exaltation is not always positive. When a sign exalts a planet it means that it can enhance both its positive AND negative qualities. That's why exalted mars can manifest as toxic masculinity or why exalted Venus can manifest as textbook enabling behaviour. On the flip side, planets are its fall/debilitation are challenging placements because the positive qualities of the planet are weakened but at the same time its negative qualities can be neutralized. For example, Mercury debilitated can be less prone to pointless rambles and have a more focused intellectual approach, debilitated Venus can be less compliant, etc

The energy that rules horror astrologically is Pisces/12th house/Neptune, we usually associate it just with dreams and idolization but it actually has a creepy and twisted side to it. Neptune is all about blurring the boundaries of reality including what we judge to be good or bad (Virgo). It rules over dreams AND nightmares. Not only that but Neptune energy does not understand the difference between a dream and a nightmare. This characteristic can range from blindness to red flags all the way to having rather morbid fascinations.

Following the above, the association of 12th house with nightmares is also explained by Saturn finding its joy is this house (the so called 'bad spirit', the never-ending burdens that come to haunt you). However, as I explained earlier in the post, Saturn is the key to success so this means Saturn is the key to help you achieve your dreams (12th house)

Pisces/Neptune energy rules spirituality but at its lowest it can also be the most superficial and vain sign (again, the negative side of Venus exaltation) because Pisces also rules illusions and idolization. It can focus so much on portraying an ideal image that it does not dive deep within, wants to escape reality and live a fake ideal

In terms of performance, Leo is theoretically better at sex than Scorpio

How to read the chart of a Nation + some observations

Sun signifies the characteristic of the rulers and it also symbolizes what that country is all about if that makes sense. For example USA is Cancer Sun and they've always been known for they patriotism and how they're very attached to their past as a nation.

Moon represents the people (civilians, population, the society). The energy you will likely experience by actually spending enough time there and start integrating yourself with the people. For example New York has Aries Moon and a relative of mine who used to live there once told me jokingly "with all the hustle and normalized criminality sometimes it feels like a war zone here"

Ascendant is the general national identity they present, the first thing that comes to mind when you think about that place. I've also noticed the stereotypes of a nation a lot of times relate to its ASC. For example Canada (Toronto) is Libra ASC and they’re known for being polite and nice to everyone. Japan (Tokyo) has Virgo ASC and their known for being super diligent and clean (think Marie Kondo). USA (nation) is Sagittarius ASC and they’re known for being loud, entitled, optimistic, multicultural, a massive country, cowboys and country music, etc.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 month ago

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A New World | Yandere Monster's World

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Thinking about an alternate dimension with no humans. No rumors, no myths, and no ancient burial grounds that suggest they might exist. Only the creatures we write about and make stories of. Hairy 5-meter tall hairy giants, vampires that drink the blood of any they can get their hand on, gorgeous beauties that feed on the souls of all they drown at sea. It’s a monster lover’s dream. The races of course are in factions by race navigating peace as best as they can but it continues to be a contentious mission.

Of course not helping their case, a new species is being introduced to the pool.

You.

A dimensional traveler meant to test out a better place for humans to live. Of course, your soulless employers drop you in with limited supplies and promise they’ll return you in five years of course if you're not dead.

But this monster world is far from ready to have a human come to their land. At first, they mistake you for a defanged good-natured vampire; flexing your technology as a silent show of dominance. Typical of those snotty fang-havers….but things get weird when the council of monster representatives finds the Vampires so in awe of your existence.

“No fangs?”

“Imperviousness to the sun!?”

“You are like nothing we’ve ever seen–”

“Or smelt! Your blood—”

“We’ve never tasted anything more divine!”

After using a small reusable syringe technology is amazing from your pack and give them a couple of droplets. Only for one taste to have the vampires writhing in heat so feverish they can’t help but drool and pull at their suddenly too-restricting clothes.

The other representatives are baffled. Are you a witch?! You have a better temperament than any and you haven’t requested any hearts or weird herbs to sate some hunger of yours. The Witch representatives check you next, doing the usual checkups witches must go through.

“Alright now open your esophagus.”

“Uhm I can’t do that. I can open my mouth, though. Ahh”

“GASP! What on the Withering Lands is that pink thing hanging in the back!?”

“My uvula?”

“Oh my, should you be showing that to us?!”

“Yes, we may impregnate you that way.”

“That’s not how it works for me.”

Though for good measure and their imploding curiosity, they take a sample of your saliva. Learning from those narcissistic vampire they only pour a hint of it into their cauldrons. Taking a sip, their chemistry demands their brain think of an answer and yet….why are their pants wet? Oh dear they’ll need to satisfy themselves quickly or they’ll be unable to stop themselves from pouncing on the odd creature that brought this along. It brings the council into an uproar some call for your immediate execution, others want to take you for further experimentation, and others hope to have what the vampires and witches were having.

One of your immediate allies is the Elves the hosts for this council meeting. Escorting you from the courtroom as they mull about possible solutions, willing to hear out what you might have to say. Oblivious to the tension among the kingdoms and each specific problem, you can’t offer much. That leaves the Elf representative, an audacious fifth prince, at his wit's end. Near tears he expects you to watch awkwardly as the sparkling water falls from his eyes, not rub against his back.

“Hey it’s okay we’ll figure it out. I really appreciate you looking after me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears as the elf is immediately thrown into disarray. Even through his clothes, the warmth of your hands has the most naughty parts of him stand at attention. The tips of his ears are the shade of the planet’s crimson moon and the nails he’d always kept beautifully shaped make indents in the wood. His guards happily fall to restrain the creature responsible only for them to suffer the same fate.

It dawns on you just how terrible of a situation it is then you realize the door is locked and the monsters suffering from your effect have been thrust into a mindless rut where their all convinced you will solve their problems.

And maybe you can, after all, you are the only human in this world. If you made these problems surely you can fix them.

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ironteeth-fury · 3 months ago

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Do u give ghoap fic recommendations? If so can u give us please 🙏 (iys alr if u don’t want to ^~^)

*rubs hands together* finally my time has come, the 436 cod bookmarks i have will be useful!

right so you didn't specify anything beyond ghoap so i'm gonna throw a bunch in here with different themes and lengths and settings and stuff.

Gonna try to keep it to one work per author as well, but generally check out the other works of these authors!

I'm gonna cover WIP's that i'm following and loving, canon ghoap, still military but au in ways that might be timeline or in the sense of magic or abo or supernatural or something. Also completely AU ghoap, and I also have a couple crack fics that i just think are really good and funny.

Buckle up there's a lot

WIPS

Acceptable Loss by MildLimerence. Limerence is one of my favorite authors, definitely check out all the other works as well. Acceptable Loss is post MWIII wherein Soap gets turned into an agent for Makarov. This has made me cry and scream.

But not to yield by monsterlice and toomanybats. Definitely also check both authors out, more good shit to be found!! post military service for ghost and soap both. Demi!Simon in an abusive relationship, absolute perfect specimen who will treat you right! Soap. Pretty sure this updates weekly on wednesdays or thursdays, i forgot sorry :/

There will be no tenderness by Simcoehole. Simcoehole is where I break the rules, there will be 4 of their fics in this list and I will not apologise (really you should applaud my restraint because i could've put a lot more in here). This is canon Ghoap with Soap on medical leave, stalker!ghost, a lot of angst and pining, and Simcoehole's specialty: idiots to lovers. has only one chapter so it's the best time to get into it! Updates on mondays, I think.

Crack fics

right so a couple shorter fics that are just generally funny

miannach by simcoehole. Right. Simcoehole fic #2. This is very much Crack Premise, executed super well and quite seriously as well. Premise: Soap cuts a hole in a bar of soap (lol) and it becomes a magical portal hole to his ass. So after fucking himself with it, he decides to leave it in teh communal showers. Which is fun but overwhelming. Then Ghost gets a hold of it. (this is just a lot of porn, but it's awesome)

Save a pony, ride a ghost - Jazzybot4 and naughtypixie. Soap has Stripper Skills and it is the perfect opportunity to show them off. the rest of the 141 is stunned <3

the divine and the blessed by ghost_throat. Soap finds himself being sacrificed to a god (believe me this will be 1000x better iwthout context. Don't forget to read the sequel)

Talk Too Much by achievement_huntresss. '22 ghoap who are in denial about their feelings run into '09 ghoap who, while not fucking (anymore) immediatly clock that the idiots are head over heels for each other, and decide to do something about it.

Russian Roulette by Red_Clegane. Just. Soap being a badass completely casual, as you-please. Love the attitude

Canon Ghoap

Up In Arms by eclecticscribbles. Ghost introduces Soap to BDSM so they can infiltrate a fancy exclusive bdsm club to find their target.

Any Time You Need Me by thirteenbullets. right so this is technically an entire series that i've linked, but, they all fall under what im gonna tell you: non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a bit of angst and a lot of comfort. This entire series feels like curling up with a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa. it's comfy. (also has one of my favorite sentences ever that will live rent-free in my brain forever. He drew the ducks <3)

Seasons by StinglessWasp. the writing is breathtaking, it's a beautiful look at soap, ghost and their relationship and how they change over the course of four seasons.

What Has One Good Leg and Bleeds? by YmeMadarame. Soap gets his leg injured and betrayed and falsly confirmed KIA in the depths of hostile territory. He tries to make it back home. A classic case of it gets worse before it gets better.

Mission Briefs by BleedingTypewriter. What if ghost and soap hooked up before they met for the mission in al mazrah? Written as missing scenes between game cutscenes and missions. Beautiful, funny and sexy!

sometimes words have two meanings by Bluejay141519. beautiful take on the "the team accidentally massively hurts soaps feelings and trigger his inferiority complex" featuring a lot of hurt!soap.

its just a shot away by Bluejay141519. so another breaking of the rules by adding a second fic from bluejay, but both these fics are special to me. This is soap on a mission that went beyond FUBAR, trying to survive long enough for the 141 to come get him, and has been going on stims for almost 4 days. Soap reacts real bad to stims once he comes off of it. This is beautifully written and grabs me every time, and somehow manages to be one of the funniest things i've ever read while the tone of the fic overall is very serious and angsty.

Take a Breath by TAFKAmayle. Longg before the 141 started, we get Sergeant Simon Lamont (who will later be Lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley) in charge of training the platoon of Corporal John "soap" MacTavish. There is tension. (turns out, it's sexual tension. who'da thunk it?) Includes them meeting again in game canon. (love this, its hilarious and i love it as a peek into Simon's mind)

can't keep johnny down by Wheezing_Joe. Soap loses comms on a mission. The 141 have to leave him behind. Soap makes his own way back to base. Turns out they missed him.

Bad Habits by NebulaGazer. I think this is the first real long fic that I'm linking, at 140k words. It's a mission fic of ghoap getting together. Soap gets thrown out of a couple of windows. It's great!

I Woke Up Underground by WispScribbles. this is a fun one!! we get wump, angst, buried alive trope, more wump, dad!price, and a lot of Feelings. (also definitely comfort at the end no worries)

Bait and Switch by Starlight_VLD. Another Soap gets turned into Makarov's assassin fic, this time with body doubles!! it's beautiful, it's sad, it's comforting, it's 141 as a family.

Oh, Brother by MeowMeowRiley. Ghost's family lives, and through some work civililan connections, both get roped into helping Soap's sibling move, unbeknownst to each other.

This is Ghost and Soap as Simon and John, seen through the eyes of their siblings, who do wonder 'why the hell are they not fucking yet?'

Military Ghoap AU's

faege by Simcoehole. #3 Simcoehole fic!! Soulmate AU following the MWIII storyline. Ghost and Soap wake up tied together by a red string of fate, declaring them soulmates. Both of them decide that, no, fate must have made a mistake, just because I'm hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't feel the same. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Let's see how we can get rid of this because he deserves better than being stuck with me for the rest of his life. (yep.) A lot of pining, angst, Idiots to Lovers (altho the idiots never really goes away with how fucking bad it is lmao). This is beautiful and it will make you yell at your screen and want to throw things but the worst part is that even though they're being big stupid idiots, when you're in their head you GET IT, you might not agree but you understand why they're comign to the conclusions they are (mostly). It's infuriating in the best way.

The devil has my throat by Simcoehole. Hi, last but certainly not least (with over 400k words) we have the devil has my throat. THIS FIC is what got me into the author, and what got me into the community. This fic is the start of my tumblr account. So, yeah.

Vampire!Ghost and Previously-Traumatised-By-Vampires!Soap. Who has, obviously, not processed said trauma at all, but is also immediatly horny as fuck for ghost. Features: being idiots, a lot of kinky vampire sex (so blood and biting and also some fun surprises you'll love later) a supernatural plot, price who doesn't get told even 10% of what's going on, and my Favorite OC Of All Time Ever.

Thrown for a Loop by enter_fand0m_reference00. Time Loop Alone Mission!!!! need I say more?? no, no i don't. (check out the rest of the series for more time loop shenanigans)

Results May Vary by HigherMagic. HigherMagic is one of my favorite authors so definitely check out all the other works as well, but this is the one I picked out to go on this list. It's wolf shifter soap deciding to woo the shit out of dragon ghost. (with a lot of lore!!! we love lore!!!)

Wont you lay your hands on me by Kensington. ABO but make it make sense! Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap, courting, world-building, trauma processing. absolutely one of my favorite abo fics ever (it's #2)

Yes to Heaven by Apollos_Last_Prophet. Okay but what if Soap was "killed" and taken and been made into Makarov's assassin before the 141 is even a thing?? You get this. The Ghoap is absolutely gorgeous in here.

My heart in your hands keeps going on by FetteEule. Former Military Soap! Neighbours Soap and Ghost! Ghost being forced on leave and fucking hating it, and soap changing his mind on it <3 (also of course price knows soap too)

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12. Check out the author again, there are more!! Werewolf soap gets rescued from a werewolf fighting ring and, being military, gets kept by Price and the 141. Ghost does not trust Soap at all.

No Rest for the Wicked by WispScribbles. Retired Ghoap are called back in when Price goes MIA. Mission fic. Feelings. Established Ghoap (theyre marrieddd)

hell hath no fury by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine. Dragon shifter Soap!! Who accumalates the 141 as his hoard and is super protective and possessive, while trying to keep his being a dragon a secret!

Varium Lupus Division by North927. Sort-of military, sort of not? Post 141, Simon sets up his own division where they rescue and rehabilitate shifters/hybrids. Soap is the latest rescue.

Take Me On by Monsterlice. this is the #1 abo fic. It's got traumatised omega!Ghost who does Not Trust Anyone who goes into heat, has put it off long enough that it might kill him if he doesn't get handled by an alpha. Surprise, Gaz and Price, the only alphas (people, really) he trusts in the world are not here!! and won't be back in time. So, Laswell calls in Alpha!Soap (who will start at the 141 in like, a couple weeks) Features Consent!King!Soap who is absolutely enamoured by this huge feral omega who will fucking kill him if he steps a toe out of line. I fucking love soap in this soooo much.

a patron saint for butchers, fools and living fire by ForgottenFrog. I dunno, don't really want to spoil it by telling too much about it. This is one of the fics that settled into my bones and refused to leave.

(are you tired yet, cuz we've got some more to go)

AU's!

Dark Eyes Meet Under The Sky by Aessedia. (gonna have another one of Aessedia because i could NOT for the life of me choose) University professor Ghost. Grad student Soap. Soap needs a reccomendation for ghost who is known for being grumpy and hating his students. Also, Soap begins talking to a Dom on a kink-related dating website. Wonder who that is.

The Aerialist by Aessedia. LIsten okay Aessedia is just fucking amazing and go check /all of it/ out, because these two are my favorites but all the others are super good as well. Also, happy birthday to The Aerialist!! Aerialistic Acrobats Soap and Ghost who starts as rivals but then suddenly have to work together. Beyond overcoming their rivalry, there is also seemingly someone out to kill or at least ruin the 141 acrobats.

Why Did The Cowboy Take Hay To Bed? by LawfulSlab. Definitely check out all the other works as well they're beautiful. Historical au. Omega Soap and Alpha Ghost are the only two survivors of a convoy ambush. They seek shelter and have to pretend to be married to save Soap's virtue (unmarried omega out all alone, gasp!!) and then they fall in love. It's domestic as shit, and beautiful and the convoy was definitely a plot device to get them here and not something that will come back later as more plot, nahh.

Head of Department by Goblin_Pudding. Professors AU! Rival professors who hate each other, Price forces them to work together and /shit fuck we're in love now/. Including the past coming back to haunt you and Feelings <3. Romcom!!

Yellow Card by eddie_dxaz and skerryB. Football players AU! of course our boys start out having a massive rivalry and then Soap comes on the team and they have to play nice. Featuring homophobia of the world of sports, shitty exes coming back to create chaos, alive Riley family (except Simon's dad).

a pirate's life, aye? by victorianankles. firstly, pirate AU is one of my favorites. WE need more pirate au. Just gonna quote my bookmark of this one:

Soap's voice is the perfect mix of melodramatic, sad, hilarious and that somehow humble cockiness that's all Soap. I laughed so fucking much reading this and everyone should read this too, it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna cherish this fic forever

for those who need more convincing; one of the epilogues has soap in lingerie that's made of fancy chains and shiny gems. (i might or might not absolutely need art for this fucking hell)

Spoils of War by WhisperedWords12. RIGHT losers of a war get kept as war prisoners until the losing party signs officially that they've lost or something. They get used as sex slaves by the winning party. This is considered normal by everyone involved, as long as you treat your (temporary) slaves well. Soap gets captured and falls under Ghost's care. They are both not prepared for how much they like the other. (a tag from the fic: Enemies to Something They'd Rather Not Talk About. Which I think is quite fitting.) I love the dynamic in this, it's gorgeous.

RIGHT so that's it. For now. I mean i'd assume it's enough for the forseeable future.

Again, like i said i have more than 400 bookmarks so if you want more reccs, reach out, tell me what you like and I'll dig through my bookmarks and brain to see what i can find <3

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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Can you write a poly Yandere Percy x reader x Yandere Annabeth, thanks!

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I made one of these, but it was based on the Reader being the daughter of Aphrodite, this time it's more general. Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 🧡💙

❝tw: possessive and obsessive behavior, polyamorous relationships, unhealthy relationships, mention of death and murder.

❝🦉pairing: yandere!percy jackson x gn!reader x yandere!annabeth chase.

You had recently arrived at Camp Half-Blood. You had gone a little later than the other campers but you didn't mind. You were quickly claimed by your divine parent, moved into your Cabin, and continued to live normally at the camp. Training, learning and training.

That is until you caught the attention of Percy and Annabeth. You already knew them, heard about them but never actually talked to them. Not because you didn't want to, but because you lacked the opportunity. Again, you were more concerned with gaining glory and living your life as a demigod. Too focused on yourself to notice the couple's attention on you.

They had seen you and were interested. Percy was the one who approached first, always hospitable and kind, answering any questions you might have about the camp or training. So welcoming, he assured you that everyone would be kind to you and treat you well. True to his word, you were well received.

Annabeth watched from a distance, always hidden by her cap. She was more discreet than her boyfriend, kindly offering advice you might need, like how to handle something or even help with studying. She is more than happy to teach you everything she can.

It didn't take long for them to become obsessed with you. At first, they were worried that it might affect their relationship, but that was quickly ruled out. Percy and Annabeth knew that you wouldn't be a hindrance but rather an addition.

They spent so much time by your side that you couldn't help but fall in love with them both. It wasn't what you intended, nor what you thought you would believe when you came to Camp Half-Blood, but you can't help it. They were so kind to you and protective. You were in love.

Annabeth was the one who noticed your feelings first. Always very perceptive, she didn't take long to notice. The way you seemed to be shy around them, how you blushed slightly when one of them complimented you. Really, you were adorable.

Percy only found out after Annabeth told him and he was ecstatic. They both were. You could become theirs. So, that's how they confessed to you. During one of the full moons of the camp, you were called by them to the clearing and there, where only the three of you were the witnesses, they confessed what they felt. That they were in love, that they loved you and wanted you. You, of course as passionate as they were, accepted.

The relationship worked, despite your reservations. You never thought you would be part of a throuple, but you couldn't deny that you were loving it. Percy and Annabeth were so perfect for you, so warm and passionate that you melted with every touch. You were so in love that you didn't notice the signs of their obsession.

Annabeth is extremely possessive and controlling of you. She's always warning you to stay away from the other campers and just stay with her and Percy. She hated when someone approached you and when they did, she threatened them and if the threat didn't work then Percy would deal with it.

She hates it when people touch what belongs to her and you were hers. Annabeth won't let anyone take you away from her. She is a proud daughter of Athena, there is no way in hell she would accept losing.

Percy was always very overprotective of you and Annabeth, but especially of you. Because you were new at the camp, it was his duty to protect you from all dangers. He hates it when you go on quests, as he can be dangerous and will beg to accompany you. He's quite clingy too and is almost always clinging to you.

He's more than willing to deal with the other campers for you. Be it accidents like knocking someone over with a wave to even accompanying them on quests and "accidentally letting a monster kill them." He's not against threats either.

Percy and Annabeth adore you immensely, they love spoiling and taking care of you. Annabeth loves it when you lay on her lap and listen to her read a book to you and Percy loves playing in the water with you.

Both are ruthless when you are in danger. They will kill, maim and disembowel anyone, anything that dares to lay a finger on you. It's moments like these that make them question whether you should be there. It doesn't matter if you are a child of Ares, for example, this is not your fight.

They divide you and there is no jealousy between them, considering how much they trust each other. But they enjoy having their one-on-one time with you as well as together. It helps to strengthen the bond with you. They love you so much, there is nothing they wouldn't do for you.

You were too involved in the relationship, in the manipulation, to notice the signs of what was happening around you. The deaths, the disappearances... They all seemed unimportant when you were with them. You belonged to them and they will never let you go.

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wendichester · 4 months ago

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✮⋆˙ coach teague,

summary. there's a new coach in town and suddenly football has become interesting!

pairing. jason teague x reader

wordcount. 459

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You never cared much for high school football. The roaring crowds, the sweaty players, the constant sound of whistles—it had always been more background noise than anything else. That is, until he showed up.

Jason Teague.

Your brother’s new coach.

Tall, built like he was sculpted from something divine, with a voice that somehow made discipline sound attractive. You noticed him the second he stepped onto the field—whistle hanging around his neck, that confident, easygoing smirk making all the moms and cheerleaders alike swoon.

You should’ve been above it. Should’ve been mature.

But then he rolled up his sleeves one afternoon, revealing forearms that had no right being that distracting, and you decided right then and there—football practice just became very interesting.

And if your brother found it weird that you were suddenly interested in the sport he lived and breathed? Well. That was his problem.

You sit on the bleachers, pretending to scroll through your phone, but your eyes flicker up every time Jason moves. He’s pacing along the sideline, calling out plays, his voice commanding yet warm. The players respond to him with sharp nods, clearly eager to impress him.

Yeah. You get it.

You watch as he steps up behind your brother, claps a hand on his shoulder, and leans in to murmur something encouraging. Whatever he says makes your brother grin.

It’s unfair, really. A guy like Jason? He shouldn’t be able to pull off intimidatingly attractive and genuinely nice at the same time. There ought to be a rule against it.

A sharp whistle blows, signaling the end of practice. The players start scattering, heading toward the locker room, but Jason lingers on the field, chatting with a few stragglers.

You mull over, an internal fight with the voice in your head that tries to push you to stand up and talk to the damn guy. He's only a couple of years older than you anyway. You finished high school. It'd be totally normal. Right? Right?

But your thoughts are cut short when a throat is cleared.

“Miss Harris,” Jason greets, his voice smooth as ever.

Your stomach does a little flip as you look up—God, he’s even more unfairly attractive up close. Slightly sweaty, but in that rugged, worked-hard-today kind of way.

He flashes an easy smile. “Your brother says you're not a football fan.”

You shrug, hoping you look way cooler than you feel. “Think you might be working him too hard.”

Jason’s gaze lingers on yours for a moment, amused, like he sees right through that completely truthful answer.

“Well,” he says, smirking, “we gotta work hard to impress you.”

And just like that, he walks off, leaving you staring after him, heart pounding.

You exhale sharply.

Yeah. You’re so screwed.

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mareastrorum · 5 months ago

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Hello! I’ve been looking at your blog after Critical Role episodes for a couple of weeks now and I have to agree with you wholeheartedly about pretty much all of it. I wanted to ask you your opinion on the idea that a majority of us are calling Bells Hells the bad guys because all they’re doing is ‘wanting to dismantle the oppressive force that aims to destroy an entire established society of innocent people’. I’m having trouble understanding what oppressive force that is?

Thanks for the ask! There's two parts to this, so I'm going to address them separately.

First, there is no "oppressive force that aims to destroy an entire established society of innocent people." Like, the only group that came close to that in this campaign was the Weave Mind and the Imperium, which intended to take over Exandria in its entirety and subject the entire population to hivemind slavery--but Bell's Hells did little to oppose them. Vox Machina (backed up by an army) demolished the Imperium's main forces at the Exandrian base of the bloody bridge. The Mighty Nein killed the Weave Mind and then started mopping up their allies that remained on Ruidus. Bell's Hells did nothing to support that rebellion other than assist on a scouting/sabotage mission and then flee.

Otherwise, there is no force aiming to destroy society. Ludinus wanted Predathos out so it could eat the gods, and there was no intent about anything other than that. He did not care one way or the other about collateral damage. Predathos doesn't either, but it wants to eat, and we do not know what level of divinity is too small for it to prioritize. And let's be serious, unless a god flees and lures it away, there's no reason for Predathos not to look at a planet full of life and think, "Hmmm, it might not taste good, but I am so fucking hungry."

A good while ago, when the Hells had initially reached Vasselheim, I saw discussion of whether Vasselheim and other Exandrian forces intended to wipe out all Reilorans and other Ruidus-based species. I think Evoroa's plea and assistance made directly to the leadership of Vasselheim has already prevented that potential result. Of course, the Exandrians are working together as a collective of dozens of factions, and each of those has untold numbers of individuals working for them. It's possible some of them will insist on war anyway, but given the actions of the three campaign parties, I don't see that happening on an organized scale. Regardless, Bell's Hells aren't focusing on that right now, and nothing they could/would do with Predathos would affect that either.

The only other faction that comes close to that idea is the Betrayer Gods, but they don't care about society. They want genocide. They want to murder every single mortal in existence, and then torment their immortal souls for all eternity. I literally cannot overstate the disdain the Betrayers have for mortals. They are Exandrians' ultimate enemy. The Divine Gate is the only thing protecting mortals from the Betrayers, and it requires every god to unanimously agree to drop it. That is phenomenal protection. There's been no serious threat to it since its creation.

In particular, I want to highlight that "the gods" as a category of entity are not a united faction. The gods don't rule anything on Exandria--not even Vasselheim. That's a purely mortal project! Mortals decided to build a city dedicated to the gods, and given that it's filled with their followers, the gods have historically spent particular attention to protecting it. That makes perfect sense, and it doesn't mean the gods are in charge of it.

Obviously, there will be other factions across Exandria that could fit that bill, but Bell's Hells hasn't had to deal with them in this campaign. Like, chaotic evil factions exist, they're just not in this story right now.

Next, whether Bell's Hells are villains, bad guys, etc.

I've written up how I assess villains in my pinned post. That's my general approach to any type of story, whether it's interactive, written, oral, etc. It's a very broad overview of when is a villain an effective narrative device? I am rather harsh in my criticism of villains: if they didn't improve the story, they should not have been included at all.

We could cherrypick through the various episodes to come up with an argument that Bell's Hells are the bad guys, but my problem with them is that they aren't effective villains. A villain's primary purpose is to highlight a theme in the negative: what is the wrong thing to do in these circumstances, and why is that? The reason they aren't effective is that they don't have a motivating purpose.

Bell's Hells are a chaotic faction that consistently deviates from whatever is requested of them. They claim to be for the people, then denigrate and oppose every faction they've encountered. They claim to have changed their minds about some of the gods (the Matron and the Arch Heart in particular), then repeatedly ignore or contradict the plain statements told to them, but they still seek out the gods' instructions regardless. This carelessness or apathy makes it impossible to map a philosophy onto the PCs other than "I felt like doing it in the moment."

None of them have been able to articulate a reason that they chose this path. Maybe the players will come up with some hamfisted excuse next episode, but it's still going to be unsatisfying from a narrative viewpoint. This stream had hundreds of hours to show that and instead needs someone to say it in the last episode. It's terrible storytelling, and none of them could claim that it was impossible to see this confrontation coming. We've known it was coming since Ludinus successfully bridged Exandria and Ruidus. There was time, and it was not spent wisely.

Going beyond dialogue, there's no consistency to Bell's Hells's actions except the desire to kill Ludinus. That muddled any potential message that could be conveyed about them as villains in a story except "kill Ludinus in particular." We can't even say they oppose any existing hegemony because none has been established in Exandria. There's no racial, economic, social, religious, etc. group dominating the world. Again, as said above, the gods don't rule anything, and they're stuck behind the gate.

Any potential to build Bell's Hells into worthwhile villains was squandered. Everyone but Orym had an explicit, tailor-made opportunity to lean into their darker personality traits, and every one of them chickened out--except Ashton, who gave into his desire to be special and have power to lash out at people standing over him. Unfortunately, Ashton's attempt to absorb another shard of a primordial would have also broken the game on a D&D level, so that got reversed and reworked into a character moment that also had no lasting impact on his character arc. Ashton hasn't bothered exploring it since. That's really the core problem: every time the PCs had the option to pursue a villainous path, they ran the fuck in the opposite direction, then dithered about what to do.

Without conviction, villains are merely bullies. They're just here to be mean, stop other people from getting what they want, and jeer at others when they get their way. We saw that in this latest episode. There's nothing Bell's Hells wants. They don't even want to be involved. They're just doing it because they can't even commit to going home--because they're player characters in a D&D game, and the players didn't want to switch to new characters.

That makes for a terrible villain story. Like, once we see the final episode and all the PCs have had an opportunity to take action and speak on their own behalf, we'd be able to revisit this with more definitive statements. Unfortunately, I can't think of a single way this could go that would correct the flaws I've already listed. It's far too late to correct the characters' lack of direction to develop a coherent villain arc for any of Bell's Hells.

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freakingholland · 5 months ago

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"(Not) dancing in the moonlight" - Remus Lupin x teacher!reader

A/N: I was in a desperate need for something soft and winterish so uhhh here have this! <3 Headcanons? Memes? Let’s talk! My asks are here.

Warnings: setting of NYE, post-full moon Remus (minor descriptions of physical and mental discomfort), wit/sarcasm, smoking cigarettes, use of mobility aid, minor description of fireworks (hurt/comfort + fluff - mostly major fluff)

Summary: Professor Remus Lupin and his partner spend a soft NYE evening within the walls of Hogwarts. Turns out being on a teacher night duty isn’t so bad when you’re your pupils’ favourite.

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"On my heart, where you're resting your head.

And you just look so beautiful.

It's like you were an angel.

Can I stop the flow of time?

Can I swim in your divine?

'Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place."

“You’ve got options,” you said, holding up two tea bags for him to see. “Which will it be, darling?”

Remus was sitting on the leather sofa of Gryffindor’s common room with his legs propped up on a wooden coffee table.

Unfortunately, Remus ended up being assigned for a New Year’s Eve teacher duty for Gryffindor. At first, you’d been quite disappointed by the fact that you and Remus couldn’t attend New Year’s Eve ball organized in your beloved restaurant in Hogsmeade. It was your annual tradition to go there ever since you were teenagers. The tradition started after Lily and James had found the restaurant – it wasn’t very popular amongst Hogwarts students since it’s on the fancier side. But after going there once you all made a promise to save some money throughout the year so that all of you could go there at least once a year for the New Year’s Eve party. Lily particularly loved the place for the delicious food. She hadn’t been able to stop raving about it for at least a couple of days back at school. After their passing it felt mandatory for you and Moony to keep the tradition alive.

Even if it wasn’t for the teacher duty your plans would have changed anyway – full moon had fallen right after Christmas leaving Remus drained both physically and mentally. So, the change of plans kind of worked out for the better in a way. The idea of loud crowds and dancing was obviously out of the question. As much as you wanted to enjoy an evening out, you were glad to be with him in a way that didn’t push him beyond what he could handle.

Remus squinted across the room, clearly trying to see what you were holding up, but then he gave up with a small sigh. Leaning forward, he reached for his cane and slowly made his way towards you. The soft taps of the cane against the wooden floor were the only sound besides the crackle of the fireplace.

When he reached you, he stood for a moment, his head tilting as he scanned the options you held in your hands.

“Hmm,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smile as he reached out. He plucked one of the tea bags from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours with a warmth that gave you butterflies.

“I’ll take this one.” He watched you as you carefully poured water into your mugs. You turned over your shoulder to shoo him away and make him settle on the sofa comfortably, careful not to spill the boiling hot water over yourself.

Just as you were about to hand him his mug, the portrait hole creaked open. The cold outer air mixed in with the warm, pine-scented air within the common room.

You turned your head, half-expecting it to be the Fat Lady herself popping in to complain about something. Instead, three familiar figures shuffled in, trying - and failing to move quietly.

Ron tripped, stumbling over the hem of his own robe.

“Shhh!” Hermione hissed, quickly grabbing his arm to steady him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Ron whispered back, louder than necessary.

She sent him a deathly glare in response.

Harry, stuck in the middle, shot both of them an irritated look before glancing towards the sofa. His blue eyes widened when he spotted you and Remus, clearly realizing they weren’t as sneaky as they thought.

“Weee- we. Umm we-- weren’t expecting anyone to be up.” he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Remus raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Clearly…There’s nothing more subtle than tripping over your own feet, whisper-shouting, and holding the portrait hole open like you’re inviting Filch in for tea.”

You tried really hard not to laugh at your husband's remark. His quick wit was one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place.

Ron turned bright red.

“We weren’t doing anything! Just, uh, checking to see if—”

“You’re sneaking out." you interrupted, crossing your arms completely unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. Their shenanigans reminded you so much of yourself and the rest of marauders back in the day.

“No, we’re not!” Ron protested, which would’ve been more convincing if Hermione didn’t shoot him a sharp don’t-lie-to-a-teacher look.

“Alright, fine. WE ARE sneaking out…” Harry said. Honesty was the best approach in this situation.

“We just wanted to watch the fireworks over the lake. We’ll come right back, I promise.”

You exchanged a glance with Remus, who took a slow sip of his tea, clearly dragging out the suspense just to mess with them. You poked his side noticing Hermione’s pale face.

“Well,” he finally said, setting the mug down, “Fireworks over the lake, huh? Sounds nice."

“But let me guess — you haven’t thought this plan all the way through, have you?” Remus continued.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron asked defensively.

“We have!” Hermione said quickly, holding up a piece of fabric.

“We’ve got the invisibility cloak.”

Remus tilted his head, looking at the cloak with mock seriousness.

“And how, exactly, are you planning to fit all three of you under it?”

Ron looked down at his feet.

“It might be a liiiittle bit snug.” You shook your head.

“Remus, just let them go. If they get caught, they will have something funny to talk about.”

Remus sighed dramatically, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“Fine. But,” he said, pointing a finger at them, “if you get caught, don’t come crying to me and professor Y/N.”

“Deal!” Harry said quickly, nudging Ron and Hermione back toward the portrait hole.

“Happy New Year!” Ron called over his shoulder.

“Don’t stay up too late professor Lupin — you’re looking a bit peaky! Good night professor Lupin II! Love you both!”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

The portrait closed, and you tucked yourself into his side.

“I swear to merlin that boy has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.”

He looked down to search through his pocket to grab his cigarette box and a lighter.

“We’re such pushovers for them.” You said laughing.

“Maybe so,” he admitted with a sincere smile.

He held out his cigarette box motioning to the balcony.

“Fancy a smoke ma’am?”

“Baaad, bad influence Lupin.“

He smirked, lighting his cigarette as he held the balcony door open for you.

“I’ve been called worse.”

You stepped out into the crisp night air, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“But ‘bad influence’ suits you tonight.” He lit your cigarette.

“Only on special occasions.” he said with a grin, blowing a stream of smoke.

“I can’t believe Ron called me ‘Professor Lupin II’.”

“See? You’re the second Lupin on the list. Maybe being soft isn’t so bad hun.“

You nudged him lightly with your elbow. He wrapped his arm around your waist and huffed with laughter into your hair.

In the distance, you could see the first flash of fireworks lighting up the sky over the lake, shimmering almost like falling stars, leaving a trail of glowing sparks that slowly disappeared into the night.

“Happy new year love.”

Thank you for reading! stay whelmed xx

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sftykth · 1 year ago

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milk and cookies ⟢ anakin skywalker i.

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╭ summary: your doll like face will be the end of anakin skywalker he was sure of it. however he must stay away from his disturbing thoughts as he was only your sugar daddy, and you two had agreed on a deal, no physical contact. Though for how long can you both resist the temptation?

╭ pairing: y/n x anakin skywalker

╭ genre: college au!, gap age (y/n is 20, anakin is 42), sugar daddy

╭ a/n: hi everyone! i couldn’t help but make another story as the idea sprung into my head. i would love to hear your feedback on it!:)

Today seemed like God was not on your side.

From the moment you had woken to your alarm not going off, to the precious sweat you had to break for chasing a taxi to meet him. You will admit you might have slept through the alarm this morning but that can't be entirely your fault. Your curious little mind just had to stay up and do research more of the stranger that you will be seeing for the first time today.

Anakin Skywalker. The name that drove you crazy for the past two weeks straight. A very well known man in Coruscant, the front leading man for ruling the state. To say you were quite intimidated by him would be an understatement, however you tried to ease yourself by reminding your little head that he agreed to this.

When you created an account for a sugar daddy website, seeing the man who was known for being cold and ruthless was the last person you expected. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you should add him. Handsome wasn't enough to describe this man, he was absolutely divine. The blue piercing eyes had made your breath hitch, you had been aware of his overwhelming looks but seeing it up close still made your knees weak. The sunken smile lines revealed his age and instead of making you feel turned off, it inflamed something deep within you. Creating an account was purely for financial gain, as a broke college student you had listened to your friend and pushed yourself to try it out.

As you sit in the taxi on the way to the little cafe you both had agreed to meet, just on the outskirts of the city. Away from the prying eyes. You reminisce on the first messages you two had exchanged, past you not believing that the day will come were you will meet this man.

April, 2024.

[Sky] Hi.

[Dollface] hey! what's up?!

[Sky] You added me?

[Dollface] um well yea but just a polite thing to say yk..

[Sky] I see. I don't think I have you seen on here before.

[Dollface] come here often huh;)

[Sky] Funny.

[Dollface] sorry. yeah im new here. hoping not to run into no creeps haha

[Sky] Well, one thing I can promise is that I'm not a creep. So dollface, why are you here?

At the moment you were scared by his harsh tone but you grew to embrace it and it only made you tease him harder. Even his texting style made you think about how much older he was, nearly twice your age. Somehow it just didn't concern you that much, you knew that getting into something like this will most likely mean that the men on the website will be much older. You only ever had one boyfriend in your twenty ears, and that was when you were sixteen and he was around the same age. You shook your head at the thought, this man is not going to become your boyfriend. This is a pure transactional relationship, something he made to stress.

Him being a known figure had its advantages to that you were able to get every detail of his life, from a young age he was put into the world of leadership and wealth. Age eighteen he had already won the elections and was announced as the youngest ruler of the state. Married at twenty one to the daughter of the ruler of Naboo, Mr Amidala and having twins just at the pure age of twenty three. You shuddered at the though of having to raise children so young. Though an unexpected divorce at the age of thirty had made you raise your eyebrows, even though you knew of the power couple you were never really into politics, the topic being all too confusing for someone like you. Leaving twelve years of being single, you wondered what caused him to join such website, he didn't reveal much through messages.

"Miss, we are here." You heard the driver speak up, you shook out of your thoughts and thanked him before handing some cash and leaving the car.

You shivered at the cold breeze that swept by you, you tugged your little pink skirt further down. Hoping that warmer days are coming, you hated the cold. Finally, the realization that you will be meeting this man that you have been messaging hit you like a ton of bricks. You gulped, as you peered at the cafe in front of you. Without another thought you rushed through the doors, feeling bad you that you must of have left him waiting. From the research you had done you knew he was a punctual man, always the first one ready for every event.

Scanning the area around you before you spotted the tall figure sat right at the back booth. You didn't even realize he was already staring you down like you had murdered his whole family, speed walking to the table.

"I'm so sorry Mr Skywalker, I slept through my alarm this morning and I didn't realize how long the ride will take." you rambled on, cheeks turning red being under his intense stare.

He hummed and pointed to the seat in front of him, not saying a word yet. Your hands shook slightly at the silence he was giving you, taking the seat he was pointing. Expecting the cold shoulder but still slightly hoping that the messages you had exchanged had encouraged some form of lightheartedness.

"Twenty minutes. That is how long I have been waiting for you. I must say I'm very displeased by this." Were his first words to me, oh that sweet honey voice rolling smoothly of his tongue. You took every word in carefully, gazing up at him you tried not to get too distracted by his good looks.

"I'm sorry... I will do better next time. I promise Mr Skywalker." you mumbled, biting your lip as sudden shyness took over your body.

"Not so bold now are, dollface? I must say the nickname does match the face." he added as he toyed with the coffee cup in his hand. The compliment had made you blush harder, not being able to look into his eyes no more as you shook your head carefully. The way he said the nickname had made your thighs clench together beneath the table, hoping he didn't notice the action. He did.

You were unsure how to reply, not really expecting for him to be so forward, before you could say anything he begins with a "So, are you ready to go through the rules?"

This made you look up. Rules? He was really an organised man afterall. "Yes." You replied, unsure what possible rules he will be giving you but still ready to hear what he wants from you. The intention of why you were on the website in the first place was known to him but you were yet to learn what he wanted from you. He said he would only discuss it in person which encouraged the meeting in the first place.

"Okay good. So as you know already my job requires of me to attend to many different events. Not just around our state but to others as well." He carefully listed, his eyes never leaving yours. Though you were taking every word in carefully, knowing you couldn't afford to anger him. Being late already set you back in your eyes, so you had to try harder to impress him. You scoffed inside, you didn't have to impress him, this is not a date. You had to remind yourself once again.

"My uncle, well he is a very persistent man and as much as I try to push his talks away it seems impossible. He wants me to marry again. This is something I cannot do, but to push those frustrating talks away I thought you could be an actual help here." Furrowing your eyebrows, you added puzzled, "You want to marry me?"

He scoffed at the words. For some reason that made your insides feel weird. You shook your head, this is not a date. You kept repeating in your head. "No, of course not. I meant that you could play a pretend girlfriend or some sort. Only for a while, until he backs off and I can finish off my tasks without having to hear his talks." He answered, taking a sip of his coffee. You licked your lips in response, you felt crazy for finding any action of his so sexy. You had to control yourself.

"I see. So what would be rules I would need to follow?" You asked, still unsure about this whole thing but deep within you knew you wanted to keep seeing this man. Something about him made you question your morals, wanting to do absolutely anything to please him. Once again you had to shake your head at such disturbing thoughts appearing in your head.

"Well firstly, you will and must attend every event that I have scheduled. No matter last minute or not, those events are super important for me and my job. And that way the media will be able to spread the word of their leader in a relationship and my uncle can finally back off. There will be no physical contact between us besides a typical hand hold, and only for such contact to made will be at those events. And for your attendance you will be payed as discussed prior of course." This seemed so easy for him as he spoke, always so professional.

You had to take all the information in, this was such an unusual situation. When your friend said to join the website you were expecting you will have to get some form of sexual interaction but this, this was so different. You can't lie, it was really an amazing deal. Though you cannot lie that the last rule made you slightly disappointing, you didn't know how you will control yourself next to this man and not be able to touch him.

"Deal" You squealed, throat dry from not speaking up for a while. Embarrassment took over you, hoping you didn't draw too much attention to yourself. You saw a slight smirk appear on his handsome face, "That's good, I'm glad." You still couldn't look into his eyes for long before staring at the table, playing with the hems at the end of your skirt.

"It was nice meeting you, dollface. I hope that our next meeting will be with you on time." The comment made your head shot up, face flushed as your doe like eyes stared up him, you saw his adams apple wobble as he swallowed, adjusting his tie he stood up, ready to leave.

"Oh and nice shirt, dollface." Were his last words as he turned away and walked out the doors. Leaving you speechless and embarrassed, you looked down at the shirt and saw you had forgotten in your late process to put a bra on, your white shirt clearly highlighting the hardened nipples from the earlier cold you felt.

You cursed yourself, this is going to be the hardest thing you will have to do. You were sure of it.

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voxslays · 6 months ago

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Apple of My Eye

Featuring >>> Lucifer x Reader; In which, an attempt to kill baby Charlie goes south. Resulting in a soporific curse placed upon the reader.

Part Two Part Three

Unfortunate. That’s what it was. It had only been a couple thousand years since both you and Lucifer were cast down from heaven into the abyss of darkness you now called home. It had taken at least a hundred years to get used to your surroundings—the new plants, animals, and completely different species (Imps and Hellhounds)—and of course the six other deadly sins. Satan and Mammon seemed to immediately dislike the two of you, despite the fact that they never could have existed without you. However, you and Bee got along well—sharing a love for food. And despite your unfortunate circumstances, you adapted rather quickly for hell’s standard, Lucifer starting to build his kingdom and family.

You had only tied the knot around fifty years ago (which is like 2ish years for immortal beings), deciding that you wanted to spend the rest of eternity together. Hell was no longer and endless nightmare pit—it was thriving—much to the dismay of the angels above you. And recently, a few humans (which were now called sinners) had fallen into your lands. Soon, there were a few hundred of them, along with the couple hundred thousand Imps and Hellhounds that lived there too.

Heaven was not pleased. They were already coming up with plans on how to stop you and Lucifer from ever growing stronger than them. When the announcement of a royal baby on the way, Lucifer was sent a letter by his twin brother Micheal. The letter was a warning. Yet, you and Lucifer carelessly discarded it. A mistake neither of you would realize until it was too late.

The day Charlie was born was the best day of your lives. She was a beautiful baby girl, who looked exactly like her father. Yellow eyes with red pupils, pale white skin, rosy red cheeks, and of course, the signature blonde Morningstar curls. You were so happy. Unfortunately, that happiness wouldn’t last long. Within minutes of Charlie’s birth, the seraphim, Sera, arrived at the palace.

The seraphim, led by Micheal himself, stormed into the palace, their golden wings glinting menacingly under the dim hellish light. Micheal's eyes landed on the newborn Charlie, wrapped in a blanket in your arms. “We couldn't allow this to happen," Micheal said coldly, his angelic face contorting with disgust. "The antichrist, born in Hell, under the rule of the fallen Morningstar…" Great, he was being cryptic as usual.

Lucifer gently lets go of your hand and steps forward. “Micheal, please.” Micheal raises his angelic sword, blocking Lucifer's path. "You've broken nearly every heavenly law, brother. Your actions have consequences." The other seraphim fan out, surrounding your family. Yet, Lucifer refuses to back down. “I refuse to give you my daughter.” He says, his red horns quickly growing out of his head as he enters his demon form. All you can do is watch in horror as you hug your new daughter closer.

Micheal's expression hardens. "Lucifer, you leave us no choice." He signals to the other seraphim. In response, they draw their swords, their golden wings spreading out menacingly as they surround your bed. Suddenly, Micheal blasts some kind of curse—you can’t tell what kind—aimed directly at Charlie. You weren’t going to let this angelic bastard hurt your only daughter, so you did the only thing you could think of. You close your eyes as you turn and shield the infant with your body.

Your scream echoes through the Morningstar palace as the divine curse strikes you instead. “NO!” Lucifer screams, running to your unconscious body. Micheal watches, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Consider this a warning…" He says, before creating a portal and stepping back into the pearly gates of heaven. Lucifer takes Charlie in one arm and gently tries to shake you awake, but it’s no use. You won’t wake.

A couple of hours later, you open your eyes to a crying Lucifer, covering his face, and a sleeping Charlie in his lap. “Luci..?” You groan, grabbing your now aching forehead. "You're awake," Lucifer says, relief filling his voice, but his face is still contorted with anger and unshed tears. "You took the curse for Charlie…" He trails off, his voice breaking as he realizes the gravity of the situation. “How could I not?”

Lucifer pauses for a moment. Whether he likes it or not, he would’ve done the same thing, you both know it. "You could’ve died." Your husband mutters, sniffling as he wipes his face. “We could’ve lost you.” He carefully checks your arms, your neck, trying to find where the curse hit you. “I’m sorry.” You gently wipe his tears with your thumb. He nuzzles against your hand, setting Charlie down in her cradle. "Damn it, why did you have to be so selfless?" He sniffles, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "Micheal’s curse…" Lucifer swallows hard. “Do you feel different?”

“Just tired.” You yawn. His expression softens with worry, though there's still a hint of anger in his voice "Don't fall back asleep yet, ducky.” He gives you a sweet smile. “I’ll call the Royal doctors to examine you properly. That curse…it's divine magic. It could have lasting effects." You yawn again. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You gently squeeze his hand as you drift off again. "No, no more sleeping." His voice carries an urgent edge as he gently shakes your shoulders "Please, my love…" Charlie stirs in her cradle, sensing the tension. "Look at me…stay awake…" But you don’t. You drift off into your dreams, leaving a very worried Lucifer behind.

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doomhands-jr · 6 months ago

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The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 15

Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, angst, religious themes, religious guilt

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Thanks to @throughwoodsanddirt for the beta!

Buy me a coffee

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Something sweet and floral hovered in the very front of Noah’s nostrils, tugging him out of his slumber. Warm and comforting, it was a scent he’d become familiar with but couldn’t place until he opened his eyes and saw your hair sprawled across the pillow.

He stretched slowly, trying not to wake you as he slid out from under the blankets, slipped on his boots and stepped outside.

Pissing with morning wood was never comfortable for him. Usually, he’d wait until it went down, but nature was one persistent motherfucker who kept calling, so he leaned against the edge of the shed and tried his best to aim for a pile of snow. He scrubbed his free hand over his face, noticing he could use a shave, then sighed, pressing his forehead to the freezing metal of the shed, closed his eyes, and allowed memories of last night to come flooding back to him.

You on your back, legs spread, the feverish look in your eye as he tightened his hand around your wrists—you, arching into him as his lips skimmed the soft skin of your neck—you, writhing on top of him, crying out as you chased your high. You—face down on the floor as Noah spilled himself into you.

Noah was no stranger to sex. In fact, he’d wager he was more experienced than most men his age, but he had never had it like that. That wasn’t just fucking. That was a religious experience. At one point, he felt his soul leave his body, floating somewhere in the ether, only to come slamming back down into him and shattering into a million pieces, one of which, he was pretty sure, lodged itself in you like a fucking horcrux.

Noah had long ago given up the search for God, but there was a part of him that was convinced he found it in you last night. And if that wasn’t divine, he didn’t know what was.

With a couple shakes and a quick cinch of his sweatpants drawstring, he stepped back inside, slid his boots off, and wrapped himself around you. His shift at the factory didn’t start until three, and he was intent on spending as much time as physically possible soaking in the feeling of your warm, silky skin against his before he left.

When he curled his fingers around your waist to pull you closer, you stirred, stretching your arms overhead in a big yawn as you turned to face him, then draped them over his shoulders while you blinked yourself awake.

“Morning,” you mumbled.

“Morning,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. You chased his lips with yours, pressing a sleepy kiss into his mouth and Noah sighed, feeling like he could spend the rest of his life here with you, just like this.

“Power’s back on,” he whispered, slipping his hand under your sweater and splaying his fingers across your belly.

You sighed, smiling in your sleepy state. “Is that so?”

You yawned again, and Noah took the opportunity to press his lips to your neck. You hummed in contentment, combing your fingers through his hair.

“What time is it?” you whispered.

“Just past ten,” he muttered against your collarbone.

“If the power’s on, does that mean we can make coffee?” you asked, rubbing your eyes while Noah slid his hands further under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“Mmm…in a minute,” he said, kneading the soft flesh. He dragged his lips to the area where your neck and shoulder met, nipping and then soothing the spot with his tongue.

You threw your head back, laughter escaping your mouth and sounding like a sweet melody to his ears. You scraped your nails softly over his shoulders as his hands trailed lower down your body, making their way towards the vice he craved much more than coffee.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed through a smile sitting up and reaching for your purse while Noah tried to work his hand past the elastic waistband of your panties. He had finally, finally hooked his fingers underneath the elastic when you playfully swatted his hand away

“Let me at least plug my phone in.” You grinned, donning that sultry tone that tied him into knots. Noah groaned, rolling onto his back. He stared at the ceiling while he waited for you to finish.

“By all means, take forever,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Absolute baby,” you whispered, scoffing to yourself while you knelt beneath the desk, searching for an outlet. “Acting like we didn’t just have sex a few hours ago.”

“That’s far too long in my book,” he said, eyes landing on your ass. Noah couldn’t help himself. He knelt behind you, hips pressed up against yours so you could feel just how achingly hard he was.

You chuckled, wiggling your hips around to taunt him and it wasn’t fair how absolutely whipped he was for you. He grasped your hips, pulling them into his to sate his desire for some degree of friction.

He reached around to rub you over your sweats and heard you sigh softly as you finally found the outlet. When you turned around to face him, you draped your arms over his shoulders.

“Someone’s needy this morning,” you whispered, pressing your plush lips against his.

Noah sat back, pulling you into his lap. “Can you blame me?” he asked, clutching at your waist and guiding your hips back and forth. If he didn’t get inside you soon, he was going to lose it.

You sighed into his mouth, running your nails along his scalp. Goosebumps erupted all over his flesh, sparking his nerve endings to life and he had to fight to keep himself grounded.

“I have an idea,” he said, breaking the kiss. He tucked his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants and started to drag them down over your hips. “What if you take these off and we see what happens?”

“Oh,” you said in mock surprise, smiling down at him from where you were perched, “is that your idea?”

“Yeah, I thought it was pretty brilliant,” he grinned, sliding your pants the rest of the way off and you allowed him, lifting your hips to make them easier to remove.

As soon as your sweatpants were off of your ankles, they were chucked into the corner of the room, Noah’s hand made a beeline for your pussy, sliding his fingers between the folds to find you already delightfully slick. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers slipped into you with little effort on his part, and a low moan escaped from between your parted lips.

If Noah could play that sound on loop in his head, he’d never get tired of it.

Somewhere behind you, a phone chimed. Ignoring it, you fumbled with the drawstring on his sweats hurrying to untie them. Noah momentarily withdrew his fingers from you so he could lift his hips and let you inch his pants down his legs, freeing his cock.

Just like he did last night, he suckedhis fingers clean, losing himself in the salty, sweet, full-bodied taste of you. At some point today, he was going to bury his face in you. He made a mental note to check that off his list before he went to work.

You dropped back down, sliding your naked pussy over his cock, causing it to twitch. He was painfully hard and extra sensitive.. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned low as you started rocking back and forth on him. He could just die at how warm and wet it was. Noah knew that fucking you without protection wasn’t a good idea, but he’d have given anything to sheath himself in you raw at that moment.

You brought your lips to his, kissing him sweetly as the phone chimed again. He chuckled into the kiss. “Someone’s popular today,” he whispered.

You smiled, humming an impatient sigh and moving your hips with more intensity. “Ava’s probably bored. I’ll talk to her later.”

Noah was more than happy to help you ignore your phone, gathering your hair in a fist at the base of your skull and pulling to expose your neck to him. In the daylight, and at this angle, he could fully admire his handiwork—a kaleidoscope of angry purple and red marks up and down your neck. He swelled with pride, knowing he was the one who had put them there. He’d left his mark on you— he’d claimed you as his own, and now everyone would know.

The phone chimed several more times. You glanced over at it and Noah rolled his eyes, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at back at him. “Ignore it,” he commanded.

You nodded, and as a reward, Noah dipped his thumb into your mouth, which you gratefully swirled your tongue over and around while moaning, and fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing Noah’d ever witnessed.

“Come here,” he grunted, pulling you into a deep kiss, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lips until they were red and swollen. You ate it up, whimpering into the kiss and he had to get inside of you immediately or else he’d die. He’d just die right there.

“Hold on, let me grab a condom,” he said, reluctantly shifting you off him so he could search for the stash he’d kept in his pockets, grateful to his past self for having the forethought to keep them on-hand.

All the while, the flood of notifications chimed incessantly from your phone and Noah was about to throw the goddamned thing out the window if it didn’t stop distracting him.

“Can you silence it?” he called to you over his shoulder, huffing with satisfaction and unsated desire when his fingertips found a foil wrapper.

“Yeah,” you said, reaching for it just as a call started ringing.

You sighed, shaking your head as you scanned the caller ID. .“Ugh, it’s my parents. They’re probably worried about the storm. I’ll call them back later.” Ignoring the call, you locked your phone and tossed it back onto the floor.

Noah pulled you towards him by the ankles and you yelped as your body slid into his. You erupted into a fit of giggles, draping your legs on either side of Noah as you sprawled out on the carpet. You were the most beautiful thing Noah had ever seen in that moment, like a goddess splayed out before him on the nest of blankets.

Quickly, he grabbed his phone off his desk and opened his camera app.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said, right before the shutter sound chimed.

“Delete that!” you said, reaching for the phone.

“No!” he said, placing his palm on your chest to keep you on the carpet. There was no way you could overpower him, but it was adorable to watch you try. “It’s mine.”

Huffing once you realized it wasn’t going to work, you fell back down to the nest of blankets on the floor. “Don’t show anyone,” you warned.

“I’d never,” Noah replied, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cock, which had become painfully hard by that point. Groaning, he soaked in the sensation of you rubbing up and down his shaft and he pushed the condom into your other hand.

The phone started ringing again and you turned to see the screen. Noah was three seconds away from throwing that fucking phone out into the snow.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you from reaching for it.

“I’m just going to silence it,” you said, pecking him on the lips. Noah let go, falling back onto his heels and sighing as he gave in and stroked his cock pathetically a few times.

“Shit!” you whispered, staring at the screen and in an instant, your demeanor shifted to worried. His heart pounded against his ribcage, and for one selfish moment, his only concern was the tightness in his balls and how whatever you saw on your phone threatened his chance to release it.

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked, catching himself. The blood drained from your face, and he swallowed thickly, willing his thoughts away from his groin and back onto you.

“It’s my dad,” you said, scrolling through the notifications on your screen. “He’s here.”

“He’s here?!” Noah half-shouted, causing you to jump. “Sorry,” he said, controlling his volume. “I mean, he’s here? I thought you said your parents were in Africa.” Kneeling behind you, he wrapped an arm around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder to see the screen. A long string of texts appeared, each one growing angrier and angrier in tone.

“They were,” you said, panic rising in your wavering tone. “They came home yesterday after they heard about the storm. I guess they’ve been trying to reach me all night.” With shaky hands, you typed your passcode to begin a reply, when the screen lit up with another phone call from “Dad”.

“Don’t answer,” Noah whispered, already knowing it was a lost cause. He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you swiped to accept it.

“Dad?” you asked, voice more timid than he’d ever heard. You got to your feet and started pacing around the small space, the absence of your skin on his leaving him feeling cold and empty.

He couldn’t hear what your father was saying, but judging by the stern, tinny tone coming through the speaker, he could tell your father was not happy.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I stayed at a friend’s.”

The voice sounded again, and Noah watched as a parade of emotions danced across your face. First concern, then guilt, sadness, and finally, fear.

“I know. My phone died. I’m sorry,” you said, and your voice cracked on the last word. He was at a loss for how to comfort you. All he could do was regretfully pull his clothes back on and watch you anxiously pace back and forth, biting your nails and curling into yourself.

“Now?” you asked. “But I—,” you began, but you were cut off by another loud lecture on the other end of the line. “Okay,” you said at last. “Okay just—just hold on. I’ll be there in a minute. Love you.”

As soon as you ended the call, your eyes snapped to his, his heart folding in on itself when he saw the fear in your misty eyes. Wordlessly, you buried your head in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, rocking you back and forth. There was a rock weighing heavy in the pit of his stomach and he had a horrible feeling about what you might be going home to. More than anything, he wanted to keep you in the safety of his embrace, but he knew he only had mere moments left with you.

“Stay,” he whispered, knowing full well that you wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you said, words coming out choked.

“Please? I just got you.”

“I c—,” you began but your breath hitched and you choked back a sob. “Noah, I can’t.”

Noah pulled back, taking your face in his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’ll walk you.”

You shook your head, sniffling. “He can’t see you. He can’t know I was with you.”

His heart wrenched inside his chest. He tried his best to calm himself—tell himself it would be okay. Christmas break would be over in a few weeks and he’d have you back.

He helped you find your clothes and search around the room for your things, and when that was done, he stood in the doorway as you laced up your boots, shaky fingers fumbling as you hurriedly tied them.

At last, you stood. Noah scanned over your face, searching for affirmation that you’d be okay, but he couldn’t find any. Instead, he saw only fear and regret.

“Call me?” you asked sniffling, and Noah nodded.

“Every night if I need to,” he reassured, and your face melted into a teary smile despite everything you were feeling.

Noah wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and kissing you deeply—as deeply as he could in the limited time frame he had. Salty, fresh tears seeped through the kiss and onto his tongue, and Noah tried to memorize the taste and the exact shape of you in his arms so he could dream about it while you were gone.

The kiss lingered, both of you hesitant to break it, but eventually it was you who pulled away first. “I have to go,” you whispered and Noah knew it was time to let go, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it until you pried yourself out of his embrace.

You took a few hesitant steps toward the road, then stopped, turning back to him.

“Noah?” You paused to worry at your lip. “I…,”

You trailed off, unable to finish your thought.

But Noah understood. He knew the exact words on the tip of your tongue, because they were on the tip of his, unable to launch themselves past his lips, but still very, very real in their meaning.

“I know,” he said. “Me too.”

With one last look, you took a few steps backward, then turned on your heel, and took off running toward campus.

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Noah knew it was risky to follow you. He knew it was a bad idea to chance being seen, but he couldn’t help it. He had to make sure you were okay.

He stayed a safe distance away—fifty yards or so, but he kept his head down and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible while he jogged after you.

He stopped across the street from campus, hiding himself behind an SUV parked on the side of the road while he watched the scene before him unfold.

There your father stood: a man of impressive size. He had to be at least six feet tall, possibly taller, with at least thirty more pounds of muscle than Noah’d been able to achieve. He had that father-strength—the kind that comes from half a century’s worth of toil that Noah wouldn’t be able to achieve for at least another thirty years.

You stopped just a few steps short of him, and not a full second passed before your dad launched into a lecture. Noah couldn’t make out the words over the wind, but he could tell by the way your father gesticulated wildly around him that he was livid.

You stood unmoving as the hair whipped around your face, head bowed and eyes trained on the ground in front of you, and Noah wasn’t close enough to see the actual tears falling in front of your face, but he knew you well enough to know they were there.

His hands clenched themselves into fists on their own accord, itching to swing. Every bone in his body begged him to march over there and defend you, but he knew it would only make things worse. So, begrudgingly, he held himself back and watched.

Finally, after what may have been ten minutes of tirade, you dad pointed towards your dorm building and you nodded, disappearing inside of it and reappearing a few minutes later with a backpack and a duffel bag.

Then you loaded them into your father’s white pickup.

Then you climbed into the passenger’s seat.

Then the truck drove away, taking a piece of Noah’s heart with it.

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“And on top of that, you haven’t been attending church?” your father scolded, passing a silver Corolla on the highway without using his turn signal.

“Who told you that?” you asked.

Your dad’s lecture continued in the car. He was angry with you for not checking in with him, he’d explained, knowing you could have found a space to charge your phone and wondering why you hadn’t volunteered with the worship center’s efforts to set up their own storm shelter, considering they had a state-of-the-art generator that had been generously donated by some of the wealthier members of the community.

“Doesn’t matter who told me. Is it true?” he asked, adjusting his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. His temple throbbed, his signature tell that his anger threatened to burst at the seams, and he was doing a poor job of concealing it.

You turned to look out the window watching the snowy town slip behind you, watched as the space between houses grew, until the landscape turned to vast swaths of farmland.

“Isaac and I had a disagreement,” you said finally. “I didn’t want to see him.”

“A disagreement about what?” you father asked, his tone more gentle now that you’d finally started to open up.

Growing up, whenever you got angry about something, your parents always quoted the Bible passage about being slow to anger, but whenever your father was angry, he called it righteous anger, whatever that meant. It was his get-out-of-jail-free card to use whenever he didn’t want to hold himself accountable. If you were to call him out at that moment, that would have been his defense.

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” you deflated, resting your feet on the dashboard.

Your father exhaled heavily through his nose. “You can’t let personal stuff get in the way of your walk with God or your responsibilities to the church,” he said. “I put you in a leadership position with the worship band this year. I trusted you with it because I thought you could handle the pressure.”

“Well I can’t, okay?” you blurted, hating how much emotion managed to make its way into your voice. You buried your head in your arms. “I’m not this perfect daughter you want me to be. I’m still just discovering who I am and it’s like you want me to be this cookie-cutter person who never messes up.”

Your father clicked his tongue, sighing. Of course he was disappointed with your outburst—you were also disappointed with your behavior, but not for the same reasons.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

“Well that’s what it felt like you meant,” you muttered into your knees and you could feel your throat tightening. You knew you were directing your anger at the situation towards him unfairly. You had many justified reasons to be angry, but at the heart of it all, you just wanted to be back with Noah and your father had ripped you away from the first shreds of freedom and autonomy you’d ever tasted.

He sighed again, hand coming to rest on your back. It felt slimy, and you wanted to throw it off you. But you knew it would only set your father off again, knew it would only launch another lecture about how unacceptable your attitude was.

He kept his hand on your back, but the conversation died down and you spent the rest of the drive home in tense, uncomfortable silence. until at last, he pulled into the driveway of your family home and shut the truck off.

“Look, I know I was harsh,” he began, and the muscles in your shoulders relaxed a few ticks. Maybe the two of you could work through this, and a few weeks at home wouldn’t be the end of the world. You would carry out your responsibilities, suffer through all the church stuff, and then be back in Noah’s arms in less than a month. You could call and text him every day until then.

“But it’s just because I worr—,” he cut off mid-sentence and you looked up at him to see his eyes narrowed. “What’s on your neck?”

You brought your hand to your neck, unaware of what he was talking about. “I don’t know,” you said.

“What the hell is on your neck?” he questioned again, voice full of the same anger from earlier—possibly even more. You flinched, not used to hearing your father use a word like hell in a sentence unless he was talking about the place itself.

“I don’t know!” you said, flipping the visor in front of you down and peering in the mirror.

Several dark purple and red marks dotted your neck, dipping down past the collar of your hoodie. There was no mistaking what had left them there.

Your stomach dropped, heart pounding and flooding your system with adrenaline. For a moment, you froze, not knowing how to move forward, and then your father’s booming voice broke through your trance.

“Get in the house,” he shouted and you jumped, wrenching open the door and running inside, straight up the stairs and into your room, locking the door behind you. You hid behind the bed, knowing full well it wouldn’t protect you from whatever was coming.

You heard the loud steps of your father following you, then the loud bangs of his fist on your door. “Open this door!” he shouted. Even with the door muffling his screaming, you curled into yourself, plugging your ears and rocking back and forth in search of reprieve.

“Open this goddamned door or I will rip it off its hinges!”

You panicked, searching the room for a way out, but you were on the second floor and the only window led to a two-story drop to the concrete driveway.

Then you heard your mother, stomping up the stairs and shouting back at your father.

“Bruce! Don’t you dare speak to her like that!” You’d never heard your mother yell at him before. She has always had his back in every single matter, following his lead.

“Your daughter’s been fooling around with some hoodlum,” he shouted. “She has hickeys all over her neck!”

“Oh, well I wonder where she gets it from,” your mother spat, matching his volume

You unplugged your ears, listening more intently to their shouting match. What did your mother mean by that?

“Will you keep it down? She’s right there,” he hissed and you moved closer to the door to hear the rest of his conversation, stomach tying itself in knots. “I have a responsibility to protect my daughter’s innocence.”

“Oh, like you protected the innocence of that volunteer?” spat your mother, still maintaining her volume. “She wasn’t that much older. What about her innocence?”

You heard some grumbling and muttering, and what sounded like a fist banging against a wall, before your father’s footsteps moved down the hall towards his study. “I’m not discussing this with you here.”

As the door to his study slammed, your mother muttered some snide remark under her breath before stalking down the stairs.

What. The fuck.

What volunteer? Who was your mother talking about? And why on God’s green Earth wasn’t she upset when your father had told her about the hickeys? There was no way—

Your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you realized you didn’t have the emotional capacity to begin processing the conversation that had just taken place—let alone all the events of this morning. You needed to check in with Noah before you could even begin to wrap your head around it.

You got up, walked over to your bed and collapsed into it, searching your pockets for your phone, with no luck. Pounding your fist against your head, you realize you’d left it in the truck. Perhaps, if you waited until the evening, you could sneak out and grab it without your parents noticing?

Though it was barely noon, the exhaustion from the past few days had finally started to catch up to you. Your body ached, both from the workouts you’d done at the gym the other day and from shoveling all day. Rolling over, another sort of ache settled in—this one from the ghost of Noah’s presence in your body.

You’d lost your virginity. This massive responsibility that had hung over your head for years was finally no longer your burden to bear. Inside, you tingled with the knowledge that Noah had been there. You could almost still feel the stretch of him inside you, could almost taste his tongue on yours, could smell him on you—traces of him littered all over you.

You cupped yourself as if to trap the memory, curling up and trying to remember every single moment you’d shared with him last night and this morning, and before you knew it, tears started leaking out.

You didn’t know where they were coming from and felt embarrassed by the severity of your emotions, but didn’t fight them, either. For whatever reason, you knew it was important for you to feel this.

________

Several hours later, you woke groggy, starving, thirsty, and desperately needing to use the bathroom.

Listening carefully for any sign of life on the other side you inched the door open and tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. When you were done, you peered around the corner to your father’s study, finding it empty. As was your parent’s bedroom.

Creeping down the stairs, you got to the landing, peered out the door, and saw that your father’s truck had gone, which meant your phone went with it.

Sighing, you rounded the doorway to the kitchen to find your mother sitting at the island in the center, typing something on her laptop. She looked up as soon as you entered and stared at you for several long moments before she spoke.

“He was right,” she said curtly. “You’ve got marks all over you.”

“Are you mad?” you asked, hesitantly walking to the cupboard to fetch a glass. You poured yourself some water from the filtered pitcher in the fridge, then got out ingredients to make yourself a sandwich.

She exhaled slowly, sucking on her tongue as she thought about her response. “I’m surprised,” she began. “You always seemed so committed to your purity.”

You said nothing, slathering a slice of bread with Miracle Whip.

“Your father thinks you broke your vow to God,” she continued, voice measured. “I told him that hickeys don’t necessarily mean you lost your virginity.”

She was prying for more information. She wanted you to deny that you’d done anything more than kiss a little bit, but you weren’t so sure you wanted to keep pretending.

“It’s natural for people your age to be curious,” she went on. “I mean, before we got married, your father and I weren’t saints. We engaged in…things. But we always made sure we were right with God–”

“What’s going on with you and dad?” you cut in.

Your mother’s face fell, her eyes dropped to the laptop in front of her, shoulders suddenly tense and lips pursed. For several moments, she didn’t say anything. When she opened her mouth, it looked like it took her effort to force the words past her lips.

“That’s none of your concern,” she said. She went back to typing, but you weren’t satisfied with her answer.

“Did he cheat on you? Are you getting a divorce?” you pressed. Normally you’d be gentler with how you approached a topic like this, but it wasn’t fair for them to chastise you if they had their own dirty secrets.

“That is enough,” she said, tone stern. “Your father and I are in a disagreement, and we are handling it.”

Handling it. More like sweeping it under the rug, the same way your family handled any major disagreement, always more interested in keeping up appearances so the congregation didn’t get wind of trouble in paradise and question your father’s ability to lead.

“Have you seen my phone?” you asked.

Your mother turned back to you, this time peering over her glasses in a look that let you know she thought your question was audacious.

“I’m surprised you think you still have a phone after the behavior you’ve exhibited,” she said, before turning back to her laptop.

“What?!” you said in disbelief, slamming the knife back down beside your half-made sandwich. “You’re taking away my phone?!”

“Not just your phone. Your laptop. Your gaming console. Your TV privileges,” she continued, not bothering to look up from her keyboard.

“That’s not fair,” you said.

“You won’t even have time to miss it. Dad’s got plans for you to work alongside him in the church over your break. Says it would do you good, and I agree.”

“This is trash!” you said, grabbing your pathetic excuse for a sandwich and stalking back off to your room.

“It’s called consequences,” your mother called after you, but you could barely hear her over the sound of your door slamming.

_______

Noah stared at the clock in his bedroom, grinding his molars together.

It was just after eight. You’d been gone for almost eight hours.

He crinkled up the aluminum foil wrapper from the burrito he’d ordered, fashioned it into a ball and then threw it up towards the ceiling, catching it on its way back down.

He couldn’t get your face out of his head, but not the version he wished would play on repeat. Notthe flushed, fucked-out version, lips parted, sighing out in ecstasy—no, that one he had to work to recall.

The one that haunted the insides of his eyelids was the image of you scared, distraught, on the verge of tears, unable to speak without your voice breaking. He’d never seen you look as small as you did when you were standing before your father, head bowed in shame.

Noah had texted you as soon as you left, asking if you were okay. He hadn’t heard anything back, which didn’t sit easy with him. Usually, you were very responsive. It was one of the things he liked most about you. Conversations were so easy. You put in just as much effort as he did, sometimes going above and beyond, stunning Noah with just how thoughtful and witty you were with your responses.

Radio silence was not your M.O.

Perhaps you’d been busy and hadn’t found an opportunity to text? Perhaps your father had forced you to attend church functions all evening and you hadn’t had a chance to check your phone?

Antsy, Noah fetched his phone out of his pocket, opening and closing the messaging app several times and huffed, tossing the aluminum foil ball into a trash can and rolling over on his bed. His finger hovered over your name, itching you text you again, but then thought better of it, navigating to his photo album instead.

He pulled up his most recent picture, and there you were, sprawled out on the blankets, shy smile on your face as you looked up at him with what could only be described as love in your eyes.

Noah stared for a while, zooming in on various parts of you and chastising himself for not taking more pictures of you when he had the opportunity. He’d already gotten off to the image twice that day, remembering the warm, wet vacuum of your pussy. If he were smarter, he’d have taken a video so he could hear you moaning his name.

Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get you to send him a video of you later.

He scratched at the stubble now visible on his chin and exhaled deeply. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to hear your voice, just to know you were okay.

Noah switched back to his contacts, tapping on your name, and then pressing the call button.

The phone rang three times before it was answered. Nobody spoke at first.

“Uh…hello?” said Noah.

“Who is this?” came a gruff voice on the other end.

“This is Noah Davis. Who is this?” he answered.

“Pastor Bruce,” came the voice. Noah had a sneaking suspicion before that it was your father who had answered, but that confirmed it. Taking a deep breath, it was time to rip the band-aid off.

“Hi Pastor Bruce. I was wondering if I could speak with your daughter for a minute?” Noah asked, already knowing it was a long shot. Pastor Bruce did not seem happy about Noah calling his daughter.

“No-ah Da-vis…” your father repeated, elongating the syllables as he spoke, as if they were specimens for him to lay out on a table and examine under a microscope. “I recognize that name. You were the one who vandalized our worship center, right? I negotiated with the authorities to have your sentence reduced to community service.”

Noah’s stomach flipped over itself. His heart pounded in his ears and all his saliva evaporated, leaving his tongue to scrape over the roof of his mouth like sandpaper as he tried to force out a response.

“Uh…yes, sir. Thank you for that. The community service has been a good experience, your daughter has certainly helped me see things differently.” He was floundering, trying his best to spin a narrative that would somehow paint you in a better light.

“Don’t play with me, boy,” your father spat, and Noah immediately understood why you walked such a tightrope of moral perfectionism. He, too, would be terrified of this man’s disapproval if he lived under the same roof. “I’ve heard all about you. I know you’re the one corrupting my daughter.”

“Sir, I—,” Noah began, but he was cut off.

“Don’t deny it,” said Bruce. “Let me tell you something, boy.” It was clear he meant the last word as an insult, and the vitriol in your father’s voice chilled him to the bone. “You so much as speak to my daughter again, and I’ll make sure you’ll have to answer to more than just God for your sins.”

The line went dead.

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