#snake person romance

[eruden-writes]

The Sweet Spot is updating on Kindle Vella, with a new scene!

When Sienna walked into The Sweet Spot, a local bakery, she never guessed the owner would be a Serpentine that'd spark her interest. With his pick of flirty patrons, she doesn't even consider Xyrus as anything more than politely intriguing. Settling for simply being that awkward human regular, Sienna indulges in her curiosity in private. But for some reason, Xyrus can't seem to leave her alone and she can't figure out why. Non-Human x Human / Rom Com / Sweet With High-Level Spice Later

[yuripira4e]

Before otasune week ends I just want to take a moment to plug my playlist

[starryvomit]

[jrwiyuri]

@lesbianchipbastard Hi… here is my rant

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Is 2025 the year I romance dragons???? Sylus, Caldarus, Cy etch etch... Man... monster romance taste do be expanding...

[englishisaboutconfidence]

Jealousy, I Know your Name

"Ahyeon, Ahyeon, Ahyeon!" Snapping out of her trance, Ahyeon finally turned to the person trying to get her attention.

"You've been distracted all day. What has your brain all tied up?"

"Nothing Ruka Unnie"

"Are you sure Ahyeon? It seems that ever since we met the new employees, you've been somewhere else".

"Sorry, just a lot on my mind with the project deadline coming up."

"Hmmm, normally I would accept that except for some crazy reason, your eyes keep drifting in a certain direction…"

Trying to act not nonchalant, Ahyeon responded "I have no clue what you're talking about Unnie".

"Are you sure Ahyeon? Because it seems that every time, we get a new coworker who happens to be a woman our age, your mind seems to wander somewhere else and your eyes seem to magically keep an eye on a certain someone…"

Accepting that lunch in the work cafeteria wasn't the right place to have this conversation, Ruka accepted her answer. "We don't have to talk about this now, but we are going to talk about this tonight when we get drinks Ahyeon".

"Fine Unnie"

--- A few hours later ---

"So Ahyeon, are you going to finally tell me the truth because we both know that I know you better than anyone else. We have been friends for almost a decade"

Knocking back a shot of shot, Ahyeon sighed and started to answer: "Okay okay, I guess its been long enough that officially telling you won't be the worst thing in the world. Yes, I was thinking about Y/N… and maybe making sure that he wasn't getting too friendly with any of the new hires…"

Ruka responded with a simple raise of her eyebrows and a tilt of her head.

"… Yes like I always do. IDK, I just don't like when new hires get too friendly with Y/N too early. While he has a bit of a killer instinct when it comes to his coworkers and upward momentum in the work place, he is also Y/N. I still see him as the sweet, cute, nerdy guy I met in the middle school. I know he can handle male coworkers who want to snake him; but when it comes to girls our age, he can be too kind for his own good and I want to make sure that non of these skanks take advantage of him".

Hearing Ahyeon call their female coworkers caused Ruka to smirk, but Ahyeon didn't notice as she was too engrossed in her little tirade.

"I mean come on, remember Sullyoon,I mean all she did was touch his arm a little bit and flutter her lashes, and suddenly he was helping her whenever she asked. Don't even get me started on that bitch Julie, I mean how much sluttier can you dress. We are professionals and she wears the tightest skirts possible and the lowest hanging tops that whenever she just so happens to lean over my Y/N's desk, her tits are nearly falling out."

Hearing this, Ruka started to giggle.

"Don't start Unnie. You are nearly as bad. I mean you know how I feel and yet you constantly are talking to Y/N at his desk and while walking to meetings".

Sensing the change in Ahyeon, Ruka decided to cut off Ahyeon before she said something she might regret.

"Ahyeon, relax. I know how you feel about Y/N, but you need to remember that I am his sunbae just like I am yours and I have known him just as long as you have."

"Sorry Unnie, I know, I just get so worked up about Y/N and I don't know why"

"Well it doesn't help that you've been in love with him since you two were in the 8th grade. Plus you went to middle school together then high school then college and now work together… and you still haven't confessed…"

"He's supposed to! He's the guy Unnie!"

"Ahyeon, you've liked him for over a decade, I think this is equally if not more on you. You also haven't done anything to make it obvious to him and you know Y/N is completely oblivious to anything when it comes to romance. He's only dated 1 girl and that was barely for 3 months when he has been liked by multiple girls between 7th grade and now…"

Staring at Ahyeon, Ruka continued "Oh wait, I forgot something seemed to happen anytime a girl showed any interest in Y/N. Any interest was suddenly dropped. It was almost like someone either scared them off or made sure that every girl knew that Y/N was taken".

Ahyeon simple crossed her arms and muttered "It's not my fault that those girls needed to know that he's mine."

Raising her voice, "They don't understand him like I do and they would've broken up eventually too. Y/N is too in love with me to date anyone long term".

Sighing, Ruka responded to her delusional but well meaning junior "you two are somehow a combination of infuriating, delusional, and the cutest couple ever. Sometimes I regret telling you that Y/N has had a crush on you since the 7th grade as well."

Hearing the word couple, instantly brought a smile to Ahyeon's face. Seeing this, Ruka just sighed and said "God, you and Y/N are the worst. We should probably get going, it's already 10pm and we have a long day tomorrow."

---- The Next Day ---

Walking into the cafeteria, Ruka looks around for Ahyeon so they could sit together and instead she found someone who looked like they were planning a murder.

Approaching her junior, Ruka cleared her throat to try to get Ahyeon's attention before finally speaking "I don't think you are supposed to just stab the salad."

"It's better I stab this salad than that bitch Sian. God she's such a pick me. 'Oh Y/N could you help me print this doc. Oh Y/N you're so good at excel. Oh Y/N you're such a kind and caring sunbae'. Such a phony bitch. I had to sit there grinding away on our project while that whore practically offered herself as a public fuck toy for my Y/N."

Sighing, Ruka tried to calm down her junior "Ahyeon. I love you but I am sure you're overreacting."

"Unnie, I know I normally do; but trust me, this is different. You'll see tonight at the team dinner. That bitch is practically throwing herself at Y/N thinking that she will be able to get him to do all her work and the worst part is that it'll probably work."

"Well if she starts giving him her work or asks for too much help, I'll step in as team lead and make sure she asks someone else for help or does it herself if it's within her abilities".

"Thanks Unnie; but Sian gets too friendly tonight, I have to take things into my own hands"

Hearing this, Ruka just shook her head; but secretly, she hoped that Sian would flirt with Y/N because this decade of mutual pining has taken a toll on her.

--- A few hours and a few drinks later ---

The team had been dropped off by a couple of the companies vans earlier that night and the drinks had started flowing the second they stepped into the restaurant for the monthly team dinner. Most of the team would indulge in a few drinks at these dinners, but the younger employees always seemed to find a way to elevate the celebration to a point where it was almost an HR hazard to keep having them. The team would naturally split into the respective age/hire groups with the older team members huddling together spectating their younger colleagues while the newer and newest hires would often rope in the 2-3 year tenured employees into joining them in indulging in as many free drinks as possible. Each of the new hires had seemingly grabbed a slightly older sunbae to cling on to throughout the night and Sian had decided that Y/N was hers for the night. Ever since they had clocked out, Sian had been inseparable from Y/N. She literally grabbed hold of him on the way out of the building and had not let go of him since. Ahyeon of course instantly noticed this but had done a remarkable job of holding herself back; but that resolve was quickly fading. Ruka could practically see the steam coming out of Ahyeon's ears and decided that it was best for the team (while also being a wing woman for her best friend) to distract Sian for a bit. Walking up to Sian and Y/N, Ruka could see the mixture of happiness and also pure terror in Y/N's eyes from the proximity and amount of physical touch he was having with Sian. "Sian, come chat with me and Asa, we want to hear more about you outside of work. You can hang out with boring old Y/N anytime." "Okay Sunbae, bye Y/N" Sian said before giving a quick peck to Y/N's cheek and following Ruka to talk with Asa.

Giving a sigh of relief after finally getting some separation from your good meaning but clingy junior, you looked around to see what everyone else was doing. You saw your sunbaes gathered as far as possible from you and your fellow young coworkers. Your sunbaes always loved to chat amongst themselves while also spectating their drunk juniors. You also saw a few other teams who had also decided to come here for their monthly team dinner. Finally, your eyes landed on the girl who had lived rent free in your head for almost if not over a decade long, Jung Ahyeon.

She was your middle school, high school, college, and now work crush. You two had first met when you transferred into her middle school in 7th grade and had been smitten ever since. She was the class president so she gave you the tour of their building; but you had to keep asking her simple questions because you couldn't focus due to her beauty and charisma. That crush had stuck with you throughout their schooling and had even intensified when they got to college. Being the beauty and kind hearted person she was, Ahyeon had dozens of guys who were interested and her and all of them were far better than you, so you had never even thought about actually asking her out. Throughout the years, your friends had asked you who he were interested in or who your dream girl was and the answer was always Ahyeon. One night during your Junior year of college, Ruka, who was a year older than you and Ahyeon and who you had also known for a decade, asked you who you were interested in. Being a little more than tipsy, you answered her truthfully and said Ahyeon. Ruka asked why and you started going into detail about how beautiful, kind, etc. Ahyeon was and after 15 minutes of you showing how you had been practically obsessing over Ahyeon, Ruka finally laughed and told you to shut up. The next day, you had woken up in a panic and called Ruka to beg her to not tell Ahyeon about any of what you had said. Ruka told you not to worry about it and after a few days of treading lightly whenever you saw Ahyeon or Ruka, you were finally able to start acting normal again, trusting that Ruka hadn't told Ahyeon about your embarrassing and somewhat obsessive confession.

That was four years ago now. After graduating college, you and Ahyeon had actually joined the same company and team as Ruka. Being the only 2 new hires for that year in the team, you two had gotten closer while still not being super close. You had gone from people who go to school together to close work colleagues or even potentially work friends, although your relationship still hadn't moved past talking in the office or hanging out with each other at work events; but when your eyes landed on her after finally getting some space from Sian, you could tell something was wrong… mostly because it looked like Ahyeon was trying to melt a hole through you. Confused as to what you did wrong, you started to wrack your brain for any fuck ups you had at work that day or if you had taken any of the meat Ahyeon liked while eating dinner; but you couldn't for the life of you figure it out. Suddenly Ahyeon started marching at you like someone ready to start a fight. You were then grabbed by your t-shirt and roughly pulled into the hallway then supply closet of the restaurant.

"Ahyeon, I don't think we are supposed to be in here"

"I don't care Y/N. What the fuck is up with you and little miss princess Sian?"

"Uh, nothing? She's just a coworker."

"Really? Then why has she been holding onto you like a life craft and why are you practically doing her job for her?"

"Woah woah woah Ahyeon. She's just new and hasn't gotten close to anyone. She asked me a question yesterday and after helping her out, she has just had me as her go to person."

"Are you sure its not because you're fucking her? Are you seriously already fucking her? God, why do you fall for the eye fluttering and flirty touches of every woman who works with us. You are such a spineless coward. Falling for anyone who shows you any attention. You know what, screw you Y/N. I can't believe I've been in love with you all these years"

Looking shell shocked, you just stared at your crush of over a decade.

"What Y/N? Too scared to confess that you've been fucking the new hire. She's practically a fetus. Still fresh out of college. She hasn't even been out of school for 6 months".

Not hearing a word she said, you just stared at her like an idiot and said "You're in love with me?"

Clearly annoyed at you, Ahyeon stared at you dumbfounded "Is that seriously all you heard Y/N? Or are you just playing dumb?"

Still not hearing a word she said, you just repeated "You're in love with me?"

Practically ready to blow, Ahyeon spat at you "No, I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU. I thought you were cute when I gave you that tour in 7th grade and the more I saw you and got to know you throughout the years, that infatuation turned into love; but now it's gone because you can't keep your dick in your pants and you are a pathetic simp".

Not hearing half of what she said, you just looked at Ahyeon and were completely captivated by her beauty. Not sure whether it was the soju or a sudden surge in confidence, you, not thinking, softly raised your hand to her face to cup it. Stunned by your sudden touch, Ahyeon paused her tirade and looked like she was short circuiting. Still moving without an ounce of thought, you moved your other hand to her waist and brought her close before capturing her lips with yours. After breaking out of her stupor, Ahyeon pulled you even closer and responded to your kiss tenfold. Needing to break for air, you and Ahyeon finally separated after what felt like eternity. Still holding her by the waist, you gazed lovingly into Ahyeon's eyes before saying "I love you". Hearing that caused Ahyeon to blush and she started to pull away, but you weren't about to fuck up this opportunity of a life time. Pulling her flush against you, you raised her face so her eyes met yours and said it again "I love you Ahyeon". Seeing your sincerity and the love behind your eyes, Ahyeon took a second before responding "You're an asshole". Confused you loosened your grip on her, sensing this, Ahyeon grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours again. Stunned, you barely were able to reciprocate before she broke away again. Grabbing your hand, she led you out of the supply closet, through the hallway, past your team, and out of the restaurant.

Still not saying a word to you, but muttering to herself, Ahyeon continued to lead you by the hand through the streets of Seoul before finally coming to an apartment building which she scanned in and led you through the lobby and into one of the elevators. Once the doors closed, Ahyeon was on you like a lion. Pushing you against one of the walls, she practically mounted you while capturing your lips with hers. Trying your best to match her fervor, you put both of your hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Deciding this wasn't enough for her, Ahyeon moved your hands from her waist to her ass and made sure that you had firm grasp of it before letting you take hold alone. After making out for a bit, the elevator finally signaled that it had arrived at her floor. Hearing the noise, Ahyeon let you off the wall, but made sure to grab one of your hands so she could lead you to here apartment. When you two finally arrived at her door, she made sure that you had both your hands on her waist before punching in her code. After inputting the code, she turned and gave you a quick peck before pulling you into her apartment. Letting her lead the way, you walked through her apartment before stopping in her living room. Turning around, Ahyeon looked at you with a mixture of happiness and fear. Sensing that she needed some more reassurance, you grabbed her again by the waist and captured her lips once again with yours. Not wanting this to turn into a full on makeout session, Ahyeon separated from you after a few seconds. Taking a second to look at her in her eyes, you see the fear and happiness melting away and being replaced with something else… lust.

Feeling a renewed sense of purpose and anger, Ahyeon once again grabbed you by your shirt and dragged you into her bedroom before shoving you onto her bed. Landing on her bed, you are then met with the sight of a lust filled Ahyeon. This along with the previous makeout sessions caused your dick to start to harden. Seeing this, Ahyeon smirked before sitting on your lap and straddling you. This only caused you to harden more and you released a slight moan. This caused Ahyeon to start to grind herself on top of you. Deciding that you need take back some control, you flipped yourself and Ahyeon so now she was on her back. Taking a second to truly take in the sight of her, you noticed what she had been wearing the entire night. While not inappropriate, it was borderline non work attire. She wore a small black skirt that at the right angle would reveal the bottom of her ass and a tight white button down with a black tie that was begging to be ripped off. Seeing your loss of focus, Ahyeon thrust her clothed core to meet your hardened dick which once again caused you to moan. Deciding you truly had had enough, you ripped off your shirt and pants before starting to strip Ahyeon. Seeing how excited she was for you to do so, you chose to taunt her a bit by slowly dragging down her skirt inch by inch.

"Y/N just take it fucking off"

"Language Ahyeon. I don't want to fuck a foul mouthed whore"

"Listen Y/N, if you don't hurry the fuck up. I will tie you to this bed and will ride you until you can't even think of getting your dick hard".

"Now Ahyeon, how is that supposed to dissuade me". "Fuck you" she replied. "That's the plan babe".

"How about this. The faster I get naked, the faster you get to bury your cock inside of me and the faster you get to see my naked tits. Don't pretend like I haven't caught you staring at my tits or my ass throughout the year… oh and, the faster you get to find out how much of a whore I am for your cock. Maybe I'll even let you fuck my ass tonight".

Hearing this certainly motivated you and you practically tore of her skirt and shirt before actually tearing her panties before struggling with her bra. Seeing you struggle, Ahyeon decided to help you out and unclasped it for you. Seeing her bra drop and her tits barren in front of you, you hovered over her practically panting. Seeing you frozen, Ahyeon rose up enough to meet your ear before whispering "You can suck them you know." Hearing that, you dove face first into her tits before capturing one of her nipples with your mouth and groping the other tit with your hand. Swapping back and forth, you feasted on her tits before finally she had to physically tear you off of them. Annoyed at being separated from your prize, your head was then shoved down past her delectable abs and in front of her neatly shaven cunt. Realizing what she wanted, you slowly moved towards your next feast. Slowly licking down from her abs, you gave her inner thighs some much needed attention before diving in. After a few minutes of burying your head in her cunt, you sensed that her orgasm was approaching. Ahyeon started to pant your name "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, please" Tearing yourself away from her glorious cunt, you raised your head and said "What babe, what do want". "Please Y/N." "Please what Ahyeon" "Please just fucking make me come" Hearing this you dove back in and started to truly feast on her, burying your tongue so deep that you felt her nearly come from any movement. Coyly moving your right hand in front of her puckered hole, you inserted one finger into her ass right when you captured her clit with your mouth. Feeling this Ahyeon, instantly came and showered your face in her cum. After making sure to lap up her entire orgasm, you removed your finger from her ass and met her face to face. Seeing her dazed, you softly grabbed her face and kiss her, making sure she got a tase of her own release.

After recovering, Ahyeon then slapped your shoulder before kissing you again. "Yah, I didn't say anything about putting a finger in my ass"

"Really? Oh well, because it certainly seemed like you liked it Ahyeon" you cockily responded.

"Whatever Y/N. You're lucky I like you".

"Love honey. Love me"

"Shut up Y/N. Swap spots with me so I can return the favor."

Not wanting to look a gift blowjob in the mouth, you quickly swapped with Ahyeon so now you were laying on your back and she was on top of you. After pulling off your shirt, Ahyeon gave you soft kisses down your chest before hovering over your lap. She then tore your pants off before slowly sliding your underwear off revealing your bare cock which had been hard since you two had made it to the bedroom. Like the little minx she was, she then gave slow, long licks along your hardened shaft causing you to moan like a little bitch. Hearing this caused a smirk to come over her face. "Ahyeon" you groaned. "Ahyeon what, Y/N?" "Ugh, you know what babe" Giving another long lick and cupping your balls, Ahyeon asked you again "What Y/N?" "Fuck you" you angrily spat. "Just say it Y/N" "Fine… please Ahyeon please blow me" you begged. Hearing you final beg, Ahyeon started to take your cock inch by inch. Each inch caused you to moan even louder causing Ahyeon to smirk even more before you finally bottomed out. Ahyeon gave you a second to relax before she fucking her throat on your cock, drooling and letting spit leak out of her mouth. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you gave Ahyeon a warning about your upcoming climax; but hearing this only caused Ahyeon to fuck her throat with your cock even more before finally your orgasm overwhelmed you and you fill Ahyeon’s throat with your cum. Ahyeon, being the good little slut she was, took your entire load drinking it without abandon before letting your cock pop out of her mouth and then opening her mouth to show you that she had swallowed your entire load.

Ahyeon then straddle you and lowered her face right over yours before saying "Don't even think about passing out on me Y/N. I have wanted too damn long for this and I am getting what I deserve". She then captured your lips in a kiss that was filled with both lust and love. You then flipped yourself and Ahyeon again so she was on her back and you were above her. You then softly placed your hand on her check and were about to speak before she beat you to the punch. "Y/N, I love you; but will you for God's sake, stop being a gooey romantic and just bury your cock in my aching cunt". Hearing this along with her grabbing your cock and giving you a handjob got you hard once again. You then positioned your dick in front of her entrance before looking at her for one last bit of reassurance which she gave you by whispering in your ear "Y/N, want to know a secret. You're going to be my first" This got you even harder than you thought possible. She continued "Think about it Y/N. You are going to be the first and only person to fuck Jung Ahyeon. Think about your tight I am going to be then imagine burying yourself in there night after night filling me with your seed. Breeding me over and over again until all I can think about is your cock. And then after you have filled me with so much of your seed that I am leaking, then you get to fuck my ass. That tight little ass that looks so good in mini skirts and leggings. Don't you want to breed my greedy little cunt. Don't you want to fuck my puckered little hole." Finally breaking your resolve, you slowly slid in inch by inch into Ahyeon's waiting cunt, giving her time to adjust to each inch before you finally were fully sheathed in her cocksleeve. Looking at her for reassurance, Ahyeon pulled your face closer to hers saying "Fuck me Y/N. Give my aching cunt your seed and breed me" and capturing your lips with hers. Hearing this, you start to hammer into her waiting cunt like a piston with each thrust causing Ahyeon to moan more and more into your mouth, moving your hands to grab her ass as you fuck her cunt like a madman. After a few minutes, you begging to feel your second orgasm nearing. Sensing this too, Ahyeon wrapped her legs around you to lock in you place and make sure that you couldn't pull out. She then whispered again in your ear "Breed me. Fill your cock slut with your seed and mark me as yours". Hearing that triggered your release and you began to fill Ahyeon's pussy with spurt after spurt of your load. This along with your finger which you had once again sneakily buried in her puckered hole triggered Ahyeon's second release as well. Finally after both of you had the felt the last moments of your respective orgasm leave you, you both glanced down at your combined loads leaking out of Ahyeon's pussy which caused your dick your dick to twitch which Ahyeon immediately felt causing her to moan as well. Finally raising your eyes to meet hers again, you gave Ahyeon once last soft kiss on her lips before you flipped you two over once last time and passed out with your cock in the warmth of her pussy.

--- The Next Day ---

Waking up after a night of intense fucking was nothing like you imagined especially with the girl of your dreams with you. After a few seconds of your blinking your eyes and regaining your awareness, you then become aware again of where you were, what you had done last night, and who you did it with… and also who you were still buried inside. Realizing the situation you were in, you slowly tried to pull your cock out of the tight embrace of Ahyeon's cunt. Feeling the loss of you, Ahyeon's legs were instantly wrapped around you and she once again leg locked you so your cock would remain buried inside of her. Feeling the tight embrace of her pussy once again, your cock started to harden. You then shifted your eyes towards Ahyeon's waiting and annoyed face. "What were you trying to do Y/N? she angrily asked. Stuttering, you respond to her "I was trying to pull out because I was still inside you and I thought that it would be impolite to" You started to say before Ahyeon cut you off. "Y/N, I begged you to not only fuck me but to also breed me multiple times last night. I leg locked you so you wouldn't be able to pull out and then I made sure you were buried inside of me before we passed out… since you clearly are terrible at picking up even the most obvious signs, I want your cock to be buried inside me like the good little cocksleeve I am as often as possible". This statement caused your cock to once again stand at full attention, although this was a little hard being buried in Ahyeon's warmth. Feeling you once again ready, Ahyeon pulled you close to her once again, whispering "Now am I going to need to tell you what to do again or are you finally going to pick up on my signals and take some fucking action". Capturing her lips with yours, you started to makeout with her once again. Tearing her lips away from yours, Ahyeon looked at your angrily and once about to start lecturing you; but before she could, you began to fuck her without abandon and all thoughts left her brain with you two spending the rest of the morning trying your best to catch up on lost time.

[st4rg8te]

The Villainess' Redemption (P. 1?)

Various! Yanderes X Ex-Villainess! Reader

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Synopsis: You were once the villainess from some poorly-written romance novel, and somehow, you’ve ended up taking the place of a girl who shared your name—a girl who died while reading your story.

This world is different. Here, you’re no longer tied to a script or doomed to a villainess’s fate. Can you rewrite your ending, and find a place for yourself in this new reality? 

(aka cliche villainess reader gets transported into the modern times and suffers a lot)

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The last thing you remember is the swing of the executioner’s blade against your neck—a fitting end for all the terrible crimes you’ve committed. 

Or so you thought.

When you wake up, it’s not the fiery pits of hell that greet you, but a room unlike any you’ve ever seen before.

Through blurred vision, you make out walls impossibly smooth and white, gleaming like polished marble. The light above burns unnaturally bright. The air is sharp and clean, carrying a faint, acrid tang that prickles at your nose.

Was this the afterlife?

Thin tubes are attached to your skin, running from your veins into strange machines you can’t begin to understand. A spike of panic grips you, your breath quickening as your mind scrambles for an explanation.

What if you weren't dead? What if they kept you alive to make you suffer more?

Your trembling hands brush over your body, and your face burns when you realize they’ve stripped you of your former clothes. You’re left in plain, white garments—clean, but thin and exposing.

The indignity is almost as much as the confusion, but you swallow it down, determined to unravel the mystery of this waking nightmare.

On the table beside you lies a book, its presence almost unnoticeable in the room. Yet something about it draws your attention, an unspoken pull that makes your hand reach out despite the unease in your gut.

The front is adorned with a vivid illustration: a man and a woman locked in a tender embrace, their faces soft with affection. There’s something hauntingly familiar about their faces, though you can’t immediately place why.

The title, etched in bold, flowing letters, reads: Enchanted by Fate.

You flip the book open, its pristine pages cool and crisp beneath your trembling fingers.

At first, it seems harmless—a typical romance, the kind that young noble ladies often liked to read. But as your eyes skim the text, a dreadful recognition dawns.

The names leap off the page like venomous snakes: his name—your old lover—and her.

Your heart pounds as anger flares, spreading through your chest. You can almost see her face again, the one who orchestrated your downfall, the one who plunged the blade into your back long before the executioner ever did.

Then your fingers freeze.

Your name.

Paragraphs upon paragraphs detailing your life, your crimes, and your eventual execution. The words blur as the memories resurface—the blade, the crowd, the jeers. Your breath hitches, and the sterile air suddenly feels suffocating.

You slam the book shut, the sound echoing unnaturally in the room, and throw it across the floor. It lands with a dull thud, pages spilling open like a gutted beast, taunting you from where it lies.

That book knew everything. It was impossible. Yet it was real.

With your mind still reeling from what you've just read, you fail to notice the woman entering the room.

Then, the sound of her voice cuts through the fog.

“She’s awake!”

You must have been right. This is your own personal hell.

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Human beings are resilient.

So, despite the mental blows you've suffered in a single day, you slowly begin to adjust to your strange new existence in the hospital over the following weeks.

There's so much about this world that you don’t understand, and begrudgingly, you admit that it still frightens you. You can’t shake the feeling that this is all some form of witchcraft.

The nurses, though kind, remind you of your old maids, their faces polite but distant as they introduce you to odd contraptions you can't begin to comprehend.

They call it technology, and they show you things like a 'television,' a box that displays moving images as though alive, and a 'toilet' that can swallow waste with a single flush—something that still seems impossible to you.

They find your lack of knowledge a little concerning, but none of them have the courage to say anything about it, chalking it up to a side effect of your memory loss.

It’s humiliating beyond words to be treated like a clueless child. The condescending tones, the endless explanations of things that feel like they should be second nature—it grates on you until the frustration threatens to spill over as tears.

In your past life, you were always the one in control. You were the influential daughter of a noble family—admired and feared by many. Now, all of that feels like a distant memory, a cruel joke played by fate.

You feel lost.

But the worst part—the part you can never quite confront—is the stranger in the mirror. The face staring back is not your own. You're told she shares your name, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

You can't help but avert your eyes every time you see reflections of yourself.

“[Y/N], are you doing okay today?”

The deep, gentle voice pulls you out of your spiraling thoughts. When you look up, a handsome man comes into focus.

It’s Your Doctor ♡.

Initially, he took an interest in you purely out of professional obligation. Your case was unlike anything he’d encountered before. He had treated patients with amnesia in the past, but never one as severe as yours. Especially considering the circumstances of why you were admitted in the first place. You reminded him of a wild animal—eyes darting with mistrust and fear, shrinking away from your surroundings. And yet, against his better judgment, he found himself drawn to you, compelled by the need to unravel the mystery of your mind. While you lacked even the most basic understanding of modern conveniences, certain skills and knowledge seemed to come to you effortlessly. You could converse fluently in multiple languages. You knew the names and precise uses of every piece of cutlery, from fish forks to soup spoons, and could recount their placement in a formal table setting. It was truly strange. He began to set aside his busy work, stealing moments during breaks to visit your room. It became a routine—teaching you; how to use a water dispenser, explaining the functions of a phone, or describing the significance of certain holidays and traditions.. He relished the way your face would light up in awe at the simplest things. The wonder in your eyes made him feel like he was witnessing the world anew, through your gaze. He still chuckles quietly to himself when he remembers your reaction to the television. The way you gasped, wide-eyed and almost frozen, as moving images flickered across the screen—it was unforgettable. “Pft.” The sound escaped him, soft but audible. A nurse passing by stopped in her tracks, stunned. She had worked with the doctor for years and had never seen him laugh—let alone blush. Yet here he was, smirking to himself like a schoolboy with a crush. After that, whispers began to circulate through the halls: that the hospital’s famous bachelor had fallen for someone.

"I'm feeling fine. Thank you for asking, doctor."

"I'm glad to hear that," he replied, his tone warm. "And you don't have to be so formal with me."

He sits down by your bedside, eyes curved upwards in a gentle smile as he begins to speak again.

"You're being discharged this afternoon. You'll be able to go home soon."

"Home?"

Would that mean that you would have to meet the body owner's family?

Throughout your entire stay at the hospital, not once had anyone visited you except the doctor and the nurse who attended to you daily.

A knot of nervousness forms in your stomach at the thought of finally meeting those people. What if they found your behavior too strange? What if they saw through you?

They didn’t know the truth—that their daughter was gone. Replaced by a stranger.

The doctor seems to notice the shift in your demeanor. Without hesitation, he reaches over, his hand warm and steady as it rests over yours. The gentle squeeze pulls you back to reality.

"Don’t worry," he says softly. "If you feel any pain or discomfort, please don’t hesitate to let me know. And I can give you my contact information—you can call or text me if you need help with anything."

"I... I’ve troubled you enough already," your eyes are fixed firmly on the bedspread, unable to meet his intense gaze.

Maybe it is normal in this world for women and men to touch eachother so casually like this.

"Nonsense," He replies with a chuckle. "Helping you is my job, after all ♡."

In the end, you are sent off with a small bag containing all your belongings and a crisp white slip of paper in hand, the string of digits scribbled neatly on it.

He watches you walk away, his gaze never wavering. A part of him wishes you had stayed longer.

He exhales a long, quiet sigh, his lips curving ever so slightly into a smile. You’ll call him soon.

And when you do, he’ll be there, ready to help.

✦✧✦✧

To your surprise, a nurse leads you to what they call a “car” parked in front of the hospital entrance—a carriage without horses. You feel a small flicker of pride in yourself for remembering the term.

It moves faster than any carriage you’ve ever known. And as the scenery blurs by, you can’t help but press your face to the window, eyes wide with wonder. Towering buildings scrape the sky, their glass and steel glinting in the sunlight. The bustling streets are filled with all kinds of people from all walks of life.

The driver eventually steers the car away from the bustling scene, guiding it into a quieter neighborhood. The streets narrow, and the towering skyscrapers give way to smaller, more subdued structures. Finally, the car comes to a halt in front of a large, old building.

"Have a nice day, miss."

"Ah… thank you," you say softly as you step out, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

The car drives off, and then you're finally left alone.

You turn to face the building, its weathered facade staring back at you. Compared to the grand mansion where you spent your entire life, this place feels cramped and shabby, its age evident in the peeling paint and creaking steps. Rows of numbered doors line each floor, stretching upward in a vertical maze.

Navigating the unfamiliar hallways proves to be a challenge, every turn leaving you more disoriented. When you finally find the staircase, you hesitate. The nurse had mentioned “elevators,” those strange boxes that carried people between floors. But the thought of stepping inside one fills you with unease.

Shaking off the idea, you take the stairs instead, the journey upward feeling longer than it should. Your legs ache with every step, and by the time you reach the supposed floor you live on, you’re out of breath.

At last, you find your door. Apartment 303. The brass plaque gleams faintly in the dim hallway light.

"Hello?"

You knock on the door, but only silence greets you. Anxiety begins to coil in your chest, tightening with each passing second. You glance around the empty hallway, hoping for a sign, a clue—anything. But nothing comes.

Your gaze shifts to the pad mounted beside the door. The arrangement of numbers stares back at you. It should be easy, you tell yourself. Just enter the code.

You press the first digit, then the second. It feels right—like you’re doing what you’re supposed to—but when you hit the final key, the pad lights up red and emits a harsh beep.

Locked.

Your heart sinks. You try again. But the result is the same: a flash of red and that sharp, cold beep.

Again.

Each failure making your frustration rise. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the sudden overwhelming pressure of everything catches up to you.

The tears spill over, warm streaks running down your cheeks as quiet sobs escape your lips. You feel pathetic.

You miss your family.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to think about them until now—not fully. But their faces stay clear in your mind.

You miss your father’s embrace, your mother’s soothing voice, the way your brothers would tease and protect you in equal measure.

But they are gone. All of them, condemned to death because of your stupid actions.

And now, here you are—trapped in this foreign land, surrounded by incomprehensible machines and alien customs. The people here don’t know you, and you’re certain they never could. You’re an imposter in a world that feels as if it’s actively rejecting you.

And for the first time since you woke up in this strange world, you let yourself finally admit the truth.

You don’t belong here.

✦✧✦✧

"Holy shit lady, are you okay?"

The last thing Your Neighbor ♡ had expected after coming home was to find you sitting on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably by your apartment door.

The two of you have exchanged pleasantries a handful of times, maybe a nod or a muttered “hello” in passing. But it had still worried him a little when he hadn’t seen you in months. Hell, he even figured you’d finally had enough of this place and moved out for good.

"Do you… need help?" he asks, stepping closer cautiously.

Your face burns with embarrassment. You quickly wipe at your tear-streaked face with the sleeve of your shirt, sniffling as you try to compose yourself.

"I just… I can’t get the door to open.."

His eyes flickers to the lock and then back to you. "What, the code’s not working?"

You nod, avoiding his gaze. "I… I’ve tried it so many times, but it keeps locking me out," you say, your voice wavering. "Do you know how to open it?"

"Yeah, I can take a look. Just give me the code."

As he steps closer to the keypad, you wipe at your eyes again, trying to salvage what is left of your dignity.

What is wrong with you? Your mother would have been disappointed at you acting like this.

"Hey," he say after a moment, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Don’t sweat it. This lock’s a piece of crap. Happens to me all the time."

"Um... do you know if anyone else lives in this place with me?"

The man tilts his head, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "I don’t think so."

A part of you feels relieved. The idea of facing her family—the family you now supposedly belong to—had been gnawing at you since you left the hospital. At least you don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not.

But at the same time, the thought of living alone makes your stomach twist. You’ve never been on your own before. In your old life, you were always surrounded by people—your parents, the servants, ready to spoil you rotten. You never once thought about what it would be like to have to manage on your own.

This is your punishment.

The irony isn’t lost on you. The gods must have seen how you mocked her—your father’s bastard. You used to laugh at her and make fun of her upbringing. Now you can't help but think that she would have done much better if she was in your situation.

"Thanks." you mutter finally, your voice barely audible.

She wouldn't have cried over some stupid door like this and humiliate herself in front of a random man!

"Anyway, that's how you do it. If you need help with anything else, just knock on my door-"

BAM!

Before he could finish his sentence, you were already gone.

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Your Neighbor ♡ thought that would be the last time you two would really talk to eachother.

Every time he saw you in the hallway or from across the parking lot, you’d scurry away like a startled rabbit, avoiding eye contact. He figured you were just shy—or maybe embarrassed about how you’d met. Either way, he didn’t expect to hear from you again.

So, he was surprised when, a week later, there was a knock on his door.

When he opened it, there you stood, cheeks flushed an indignant pink, holding a neatly folded napkin in your hands.

"What’s this?" he asked.

"I made it for you," you said, thrusting it toward him. "It’s a gift for helping me that day."

He unfolded the napkin and blinked in surprise. His name was carefully stitched onto the fabric, surrounded by flower motifs.

"Holy shit. You made this?"

It was the sweetest gift he had ever received.

I-I noticed you seem to… sweat a lot. Whenever I see you. I thought it might help," you added, the words tumbling out in a rush.

It took him a second to register what you’d said, and when he did, he couldn’t help but laugh. "Oh, that’s because I go to the gym a lot. Not because I’m just… sweating everywhere."

Your eyes widened, mortified. "Oh! I didn’t mean—"

He grinned, cutting you off. "Relax, it’s thoughtful. Thanks."

There was an awkward pause before he gestured behind him. "You want to come in?"

That moment marked the beginning of something—he wasn’t quite sure what to call it. Friendship? Maybe. But that night, over tea, you finally opened up and told him about your memory loss.

A protective instinct had sparked in him the day he found you crying outside your apartment, and it only grew stronger as the two of you started spending more time together.

Before long, it became a routine—going back and forth between apartments, sharing meals, and finding small ways to help each other.

You didn’t know how to cook, so he often brought over dinner and started teaching you how to make simple meals. At first, you were hesitant, your pride making you stubborn, but he patiently guided you through every step.

Grocery shopping became another shared activity, with him pointing out what to buy and explaining things you didn’t recognize. Though he did like to tease you whenever you added far too many sweets to the cart.

One day, he had casually mentioned his interest in learning an instrument, and before he could blink, you’d practically leapt at the opportunity to teach him. Your enthusiasm embarrassed him at first, but he couldn’t say no to you.

When you discovered the dusty electronic keyboard he’d tucked away in a storage box, your eyes had lit up like it was treasure. From that moment on, you became his self-appointed music tutor, insisting it was your way of repaying him for everything.

“Why do I feel like you’re only spending time with me for the keyboard?” he jokingly asked after yet another lesson.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m doing this because I want to help you.”

He couldn’t hold back his grin.

The more time he spent with you, the harder he fell. You were blunt and prideful, but also sweet and endearing in a way that caught him off guard. When he told you about his job as a club bodyguard, you had compared him to a knight, which made him burst out laughing.

On his way to the gym, a nosy neighbor had stopped him. “So, are you two dating yet? I remember her asking around about your name once.”

He blinked in surprise before the memory clicked. It must have been when you made that embroidered napkin for him. The image of you nervously going door to door asking around, too shy to talk to him directly, made his chest tighten.

Without thinking, his hand drifted to his pocket, where he still kept the cloth. He was on cloud nine the entire day.

Ah, he’d ask you to be his girlfriend soon. That much he was sure of. If only you weren’t so wary of relationships—and that other man who kept hanging around you. How irritating.

The man claimed to be your doctor, but what kind of doctor visited his patients so often? He wasn’t naive, and he could see the way the guy looked at you, the way he lingered too long in your presence. He knew those signs well enough.

Well, no matter. He’d just have to keep a closer eye on you.

After all, you were his to protect.

✦✧✦✧

EXTRA:

After slamming the door in the man’s face, you sighed in relief.

Finally, some peace.

Turning to the apartment, you fumbled around for the light switch. When the bright light flickered on, it hit you—and so did the sight in front of you.

"What the hell?!"

The walls were plastered with posters—of him. Your old betrothed. His smug face stared back at you from every direction, alongside her, the woman who ruined your life.

You froze, taking it all in. It wasn’t just posters. There were figurines, framed photos, and even a pillow with his face on it.

It didn’t take long to figure out the awful truth. The girl whose body you’d taken wasn’t just any stranger—she was a die-hard fan of the book you came from.

✦✧✦✧

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this wacky gift for New Years. I plan to introduce 2 more love interests if I ever get to writing the second part. They're like color coded. Anyway, this was like massive compared to my other works.

I'm still writing Twisted Affections Pt. 3, but some pieces of smut are probably going to come out before that. Thank you for patience!

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[heavyisthecrownif]

Intro

The Emperor is ill; the people of the capital whisper with varying degrees of concern or delight; he has completely fallen into the clutches of madness, as the most insidious tongues allege, the truth is, to their ignorance, considerably more urgent.

The Emperor, Airlar the Unifier, responsible for the greatest modifications to the constitution and State in the entire history of Ehyla, a living testimony to the existence of a civilization buried by the sands of time as well as oblivion, is irremediably, undeniably dying.

And so your life undergoes an absolute change overnight by nothing less than imperial decree. As the only one of your siblings of the right age, you are not only heading to a nest of conspiring vipers that you should never have dealt with, but every second, implicitly and explicitly, you are being judged and evaluated for a purpose that escapes your knowledge. Truth be told, at least it's not all bad; you have your very competent and loyal assistant at your side, and with your sister relatively close by, your experience shouldn't be so terrible...

Unless...

CW: This is a dark romance, and what this entails—things like possessiveness, stalking, manipulation, jealousy, and dependency will be seen in varying degrees in all routes. Sexism, transphobia, and homophobia will be briefly mentioned, as well as religious trauma, abuse of power, graphic violence, and optional explicit sexual scenes.

This list is subject to change as the game progresses.

HITC is only for an audience of +18.

Demo: Prologue: 11k last updated on 2/21/25

Since HITC is a wip all blog content is subject to possible changes in the future.

•Customize your Crown; personality, appearance, gender, pronouns, independent of the chosen gender, magic type, and where the foreign half of your bloodline comes from.

•Build friendships, romances and/or enmities with 5 diverse characters, all of selectable gender (with ace options).

•Find out why you are in demand in the capital and why you should study at the "Saint Elizsea Academy for Illustrious Young People" side by side with the cream of the crop of Ehylian society.

•Have a familiar! With options, so far, to choose from a wolf, a ferret, a raven, a snake, a crocodile, a deer and several types of dogs and cats.

Choose wisely! They all possess consciousness and at least a degree of magical attributes and some are...sassy.

•Shape the narrative with your decisions, every choice matters.

•The Crown: You! As the fourth child of a marriage between a former general promoted to king for his illustrious strategies against the rebellion against the fae and a foreign scholar, your outlook is, to say the least, peculiar. Not only are you the product of a marriage of love, with the confidence of genuinely and willingly counting on the support of your brothers and older sister again, but also, well known for their almost barbaric customs, your parents have the audacity to allow you to decide what to do with your own life, from coveting and collecting knowledge to learning the art of war or venturing into any of the five arts, you have a place nothing less than privileged, so far from being the firstborn and with an older brother more than capable and willing to take charge of the kingdom, your future is, to say the least, very promising, until an edict of the dying, and extremely capricious emperor demands that every young people of marriageable age who is not taking charge of the administration of their jurisdiction at the time, must go to be evaluated at The Academy in the heart of the capital, with your first brother discarded, your older sister engaged, your second brother in the borderlands doing pilgrim work and your younger siblings too young to attend that leaves you alone as an option.

•The one who left (RO): Asterion/Astrya Dellamort. With silky midnight waves and expressive eyes that evoke the memory of the moon in their hue and roundness, they possesses an astonishingly delicate and pretty face, for someone who has been classified with little variation as a rigid, cold, arrogant, difficult and even bitchy person throughout their young life, Azzy, the nickname with which you baptized their and, unbeknownst to you no soul is allowed to use without going through severe verbal reprimands and/or public humiliation, was, at least until the age of 13, your best friend, with their mother being a strong ally, and more importantly, a supporter of your parents, it is no wonder that you two were brought together to be playmates since before you could remember.

Truth be told, Azzy was never easy, despite knowing you all their life there is something about you that bothers they deeply, they can trust your reasons, your transparency, but they can't understand your affection, because as the only child of the Queen, Azzy they was much more exposed and at a much younger age to the cruel machinations of politics, so, with an almost supernatural ease they developed a capacity with words as bewitching as it is deadly, cruel if you will even, not that you have witnessed it first hand, of course, for many complaints, frowns and playful reluctance, you probably have the rare honor of knowing and living with the kindest version of Azzy, which in turn gives you the merit of being the person who knows they the most and the least, being a witness to they gentleness but mostly ignorant of their cruelty.

It's not until a tragic occasion, when your relationship breaks down, abruptly, suddenly, with the roughness of a wound that hasn't healed properly even five years later, that you wonder why Azzy decided to cut off all contact with you, but, unbeknownst to you, they despises and belittles anyone who tries to gain their favor by putting you down.

Tropes: Friends (with the possibility of a friendly rivalry...or not) to "rivals" to lovers/ Attachment issues, let's say Azzy is fine keeping their distance, (they're not) but if you come back into their life there's no turning back/ The ice king/queen's weak point/ Misunderstandings/ Forced proximity.

The one who takes care of you (RO): Kaihlan/Karonthe Agrapolli. Strictly speaking, Kai is your bodyguard, but over the years they has taken on far more than their fair share of responsibilities, and no matter how much you and your parents have asked them not to overexert themselves, the satisfied gleam in their amber eyes whenever they do something to make your life easier, along with their unbeatable stubbornness, means that you can count on Kai as your shadow more often than not.

As the eldest of your father's right-hand twins, Kai has been two things to you: a constant and a teacher. With their undeniable combat skills and their minds as quick as their feet, it is not only an honor to have them defend you, but also teach you.

Kai is loyal to you to the core; in order to ensure your happiness and safety, they is capable of acts that go against morality and even the laws of man and god.

Kai is probably the tallest person you've ever met, so tall that when you were younger and cheeky you asked them if they weren't part giant, they laughed but otherwise didn't answer the question. With sun-kissed skin glowing a shade reminiscent of honey almost as much as their eyes Kai is not only tall, they're broad and rough, with large scarred hands that extend all the way to they forearms you'd expect they to behave like a bull in a china shop, and they do in a way, but when you're around them, they seem incapable of anything but the most dedicated and delicate care. Both M!Kai and F!Kai have hair brushing their shoulders in a fluffy reddish-brown mess, with the back of their necks longer than the front and scattered freckles from spending so much time in the sun.

Tropes: Puppy love/They look like they could kill you and potentially will if you're not MC, but they're actually a cinnamon roll, long-term crush, himbo/bimbo, surface only, gentle giant, wolf in sheep's clothing.

The one who admires you (RO):???. You're not sure how, but you've somehow managed to get a hold of a stalker.

What you know so far is little and downright mediocre, they either have enough power or influence to bribe someone into getting their letters to you within the castle grounds, or more unlikely, they're stealthy enough to slip past Kai's ever-watchful eye, so all things considered, there's most likely magic involved, which brings you back to the first point, or they're rich enough to hire or own a wizard themselves or they're powerful enough to conjure their presence into your chambers without raising suspicion.

Tropes: Loved you from the moment they saw you/secret admirer/strangers to ???/would burn the world down for you.

The one who does not show up(RO): Secret route! You'll know when you meet them...maybe.

Tropes: Love-hate/they despise loving you/they want to live in your heart... literally/the love that was never meant to be/they are doomed. to love you? to exist without you? not even they know.

The one you impressed (RO): Elysse/Eylarion Kurayoi.

If there is one word to define Ely it is scandal, with their elastic golden curls bouncing with the sound of their thunderous laughter, they would not readily admit how much they love to impress, but the mischievous sparkle in their mahogany eyes says otherwise.

You know little to nothing about them other than the rumors that proclaim that they have no standards regarding who they share a bed with, but for some reason you intrigue them, if you were to ask them they would say little more than that they are curious that you are so different and little else.

They happens to be your roommate at the academy and as someone who for better or worse seems to be extremely transparent and understands how everyone who has an important name in the capital acts, it might be convenient to have them around, but be careful not to leave them too close to the warmth of your home because they might not want to leave.

Tropes: Master/Mistress of seduction until they flirt with someone they really like/ Bad reputation or justified prejudices?/ the capital's rebellious child/ The most beautiful at the ball/ The beauty and the beast

Feel free to ask me anything! And thanks for reading!

[jrwiyuri]

Dude off topic but if Fabian takes my hand I could declare him aromantic. I already have in fact

[finelinefae]

tongue-tied

synopsis: y/n has a stutter and harry likes to hear her talk

word count: 3.1k

contains: fluff, highschool romance, harry's a football player, popular boy x shy girl, brief mentions of bullying

a/n: happy soft girl Sunday !! I wasn’t planning on posting just because I posted the second part of the aviator a little later than I was meant to but I could resist putting this one out <3

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“E-excuse me!” Y/N weaved her way through the mass exodus of students heading in the opposite direction to the lunch hall. She had tried to leave class a few minutes before the lunch bell to avoid the large groups of people but she had been so invested in writing her essay, she’d lost complete track of time. 

She was running as fast as she possibly could to get to the library, knowing the person waiting for her wouldn’t get too impatient but she didn’t want to waste a second of their lunch break not being with him. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, her braids flying behind her and her knee-high socks falling down her calves. 

Y/N barely registered the people around her, wondering where she could be going in such a rush, until her face collided with soft, grey fabric. Before she could even get embarrassed and profusely have to apologise for bumping into them, long arms snaked around her, hands clasping behind her back. She caught a whiff of his woody cologne and the floral fragranced detergent his mum always used to wash his school uniform.

“There y’ are, Dove.” He murmured, “I was starting to get worried.”

Y/N looked up and settled on those familiar green eyes she loved so much. She relaxed into his embrace, “Harry,” She sighed. 

Harry and Y/N had been dating since they were fourteen. If it weren’t for the fact that their parents all worked together at the local hospital, they probably would never have met at all, although Harry liked to believe they were fated to be together so they would have ended up meeting each other some way or another. 

Harry had always been popular at school. For one, he was on the football team which instantly made him a name within their year group. He was also very handsome for his age. Girls would whisper and giggle whenever he passed by in the hallways even those from the lower years. Despite the fact they had just turned seventeen, Harry could honestly pass for an almost twenty-year-old with how tall and mature he was. 

Y/N was the complete opposite. When it came to her social life she was shy and not often one to make friends easily. She was part of the arithmetic club and had made a few friends there and in some of her other classes. She liked to keep to herself and struggled to talk in class not only because she was quiet but also because she had a particularly bad stutter. 

It had developed when she started High School. She had been to multiple speech therapists to help her get rid of it and although it wasn’t as bad as it used to be, it still never failed to make her life all the more difficult than it already was.

A lot of the other kids liked to pick on her for it too. Whenever teachers picked on her in class and she’d reply, the rest of the class would start snickering, whispering in each other’s ears. She wanted to be invisible to everyone but it was her stutter that made her stand out.

When Harry’s family would come over to Y/N’s house for dinner, her parents would often force them to go off together whilst the adults spoke in the dining room. She remembered the first time she invited him into her room and how embarrassed she was when he saw all her comic books lying on the floor that she had forgotten to put away. But it eventually became the seed of their relationship, the common ground that allowed them to bond. 

Soon Harry was inviting Y/N to his football games and up to his room every other weekend when she’d come over with her parents. They’d exchange comic books and talk about their favourite characters. Y/N was always apologising for her stutter whenever she’d ramble on for too long but Harry never cared, he loved hearing her talk. 

Their first kiss was on her bed whilst their parents were in the room below them. Harry was the one to initiate it and Y/N hadn’t been expecting it so it was slightly awkward at first but then she got used to it and eventually all she ever wanted to do was kiss him. Every weekend, whether at her place or his, all they did was sneak around and kiss each other, giggling and falling in love all at the same time. 

Now, three years later, things were still the same except they were older now and more in love than they were yesterday. 

Wherever you looked, Harry was there, and Y/N was never too far behind. Students had grown accustomed to their relationship, and the bullying Y/N endured wasn't as severe as it used to be. Even teachers couldn't help but be enamoured with their young love — how fortunate it was to find love at such a young age. 

Things were great, everything was great and Y/N had hoped she could finish her last year of High School on a high note. That was until she entered her English class on a Friday afternoon when the teacher announced it was time for their presentations which would go towards their final grade. 

“I can’t Harry!” Y/N cried into her pillow after school, Harry was sitting on the end of her bed with his back against the wall as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. 

“I know Dove,” He comforted her, already knowing the reason she was so upset over it.

“Everyone’s going to l-laugh at me,” She could already picture herself standing up in front of her class and everyone pointing and laughing at her. 

Harry sighed, “Dove,” He shook her gently, “Will y’ look at me?” 

Y/N hesitated before turning her head so her cheek lay against the pillow. Harry smiled and lay on his side in the spot next to her, their faces inches apart, “There’s m’ pretty girl,” He cooed, his heart hurting at the tears on her cheeks. He cupped her cheek in his big hand and wiped some of those tears away with his thumb. 

“I-It’s not fair,” She huffed, “Why’d I have to have this stupid stutter.” 

“Hey,” He frowned, “Enough of that hmm? Everything about you is beautiful, y’ know I love to hear y’ talk. Could sit here for hours and just listen.” 

“But you’re d-different,” She whined, shuffling closer to him so she could hide her face in his grey jumper. Her stutter was rarely ever that bad in front of Harry which was why he was the easiest person she could talk to. 

Harry laughed breathily, his hand going to her hair to play with the strands, “Would it help if I helped you a little?” 

“How?” Y/N asked, her words muffled by his jumper.

“We could practise in the library at lunch, y’ could read me a few things and it might help your stutter.”  He thought.

Y/N’s head looked up to his face where she could count every mole and freckle on his nose and cheeks. She couldn’t help but pucker her lips to kiss his jawline, “That’d be nice,” She murmured. 

“Yeah?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head in return, “I only want to help you so if you don’t enjoy it or you’d rather practise alone then y’ can tell me,” 

She shook her head, “N-No, I want to do that with you. I’d like it very much.” 

So it became a daily occurrence, five days a week during lunch hours when Harry didn’t have practice, they’d sit in the library and Harry would pick out a book for them to read. They started with simple YA books with less complicated words. 

“Good job, Dove!” Harry cheered every time Y/N finished a chapter. 

“Wait I’m not done,” She huffed and then said the last line just for Harry to cheer for her again just as proudly as the first time. 

Now that the day of her presentation was getting closer, they had finally made their way onto Classical novels which Y/N had come to despise. 

They walked with their hands intertwined to the library after Y/N had bumped into him in the hallway. It was natural as they stepped into the library and headed straight to their table in the corner hidden away by two tall bookshelves. 

Y/N placed her bag under the chair whilst Harry unzipped his to pull out the book they were currently reading. It was Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, even looking at the front cover made Y/N’s stomach turn. 

“A-Are you sure we can’t go back to YA books?” Y/N huffed, taking the book and opening it up to the chapter they were last on. 

Harry laughed, “But you’re doing so well, Dovey.” 

“I-it’s hard though and the w-words are so tiny.” She pouts, Harry can’t help but lean forward and kiss her. 

“C’mon, jus’ a few pages and then I can show y’ something I got for you.” He tried to persuade her, knowing the surprise would be enough to win her over.

“Fine,” She sighs dramatically. 

She read for five pages, Harry listening intently to every word. His eyes focused on her lips as she spoke, stumbling over a few words here and there. He tried to hold back from smiling so much with how concentrated she was on each letter of every word. He thought it was adorable how her eyebrows creased and her hands gripped the book. 

Eventually, she had enough, placing the book down on the table and closing it shut. “Good job baby!” He cheered, pressing multiple kisses to her cheek, “M so proud of you.” 

Y/N giggled, “Thank you, Harry.” 

Harry smiled and reached into the pocket of his blazer for the surprise he had promised her. Y/N looked down and saw a small, black pouch in his hand. He gave it to her, her fingers carefully pulling on the ribbon before pulling out the small item inside. 

“It’s an anxiety ring,” Harry explained as she held the silver ring in the palm of her hand. He picked it up and slid it on his pinkie finger to show her, “Y’ can twist this band whenever you feel nervous, thought y’ could wear it on the day of your speech.” 

He passed it back to her, Y/N narrowing her eyes to look at the spinning band which had a small inscription written on it, ‘i love the way you speak almost as much as i love you, your harry.’ 

Y/N’s eyes watered, unable to come up with the right words to say how much she adored it as well as the boy sitting in front of her. Instead, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Thank you,” She murmured, “I love it. I love you.” 

Harry softened even more from her embrace, “I love you more, Dove,” He whispered. 

Y/N pulled away enough to kiss his lips, she was thankful for the privacy they had in the back of the library since she was never that good with public displays of affection and all she wanted to do now was kiss him because she was so grateful for him being there all the time. 

It wasn’t long before the day of her presentation. After school, Y/N had been working on a short essay. She was going to speak to the class about her favourite comic books and why she loved them so much. She had recited the words out loud to herself and Harry and even her parents, that she could probably speak it off by heart. 

Harry and Y/N stood outside the school. Her English class wasn’t until the third period but she knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate in her morning classes until the presentation was over. Harry was wearing his football uniform because he had a game against another school in the morning. Y/N had been with him after school as he practised for it, wearing his coat as she wrote out her speech on a notepad. 

They stood side by side facing the school building as if it was some kind of beast they had to tackle, “O-okay,” She huffed, “I can do this,” 

Harry looked down at her smiling and then reached for her hand, “You can do this,” He squeezed her fingers in encouragement. 

“Good l-luck with your game today,” She grinned, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. 

“Thank you, baby,” He spoke softly, “Y’ can tell me all about your presentation and how well it went afterwards.”

“Okay Harry,” She nodded, completely determined despite how nervous she was. She had spent weeks preparing, she couldn’t let fear get the best of her. 

“Good luck kiss?” Harry grinned, cheekily. 

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and craned her neck to kiss his lips. Harry held her face in his hands, unable to pull away from her even when she tried to, “I love you,” He murmured against her lips.

“I love you too.” She sighed, blissfully. 

When third period came around, Y/N stood outside her English classroom, counting to five in her head. She clutched onto the piece of paper where her speech was written out in gelled ink, spinning the ring Harry had gifted her on her finger. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped foot into her classroom. 

. . .

Harry could hardly concentrate during the football match but he was trying his best. His team were two points ahead and it wouldn’t be long before the game was over. Since it was the morning and the game was mostly practice for the two schools competing, there wasn’t a huge audience watching them. 

He was glancing down at his watch every few minutes when he was supposed to have his eye on the ball, checking to see whether third period was about to start. All he could think about was his little dove and how nervous she was when they stepped into school this morning. 

She had been working so hard on reading things out, even stopping in shops when they went to town together to read the labels on the backs of food containers. He fully believed in her and her ability to speak in front of the class even when she didn’t and it killed him not being able to watch her do it. 

So when the whistle finally blew marking the end of the game, Harry ignored the celebrations with his team after they won the match and ran across the field through the entrance of the school. He raced up the steps, his football boots clicking against the crowd. He knew he probably didn’t smell the best and his knees were muddy from falling over but he didn’t have much time to think about it as he searched for Y/N’s English classroom. 

“Y/N?” He heard the teacher’s voice call her name as he approached. 

“A-Already? O-Oh, O-okay.” He could hear her nerves just by listening to her speak. 

Harry was about to knock on the door but he hesitated, wondering if it would worsen her nerves if he was in the classroom watching her. He knew how much of a big deal this moment was for Y/N and he didn’t want to intervene or make a spectacle of the moment especially since he wasn’t in her class. 

He lowered his hand and instead pressed his ear up to the door. 

“H-Hello,” Y/N started, “My name is Y-Y/N and today I will be sharing with you m-my love for comic books,” Harry’s heart ached as her voice came out quietly. 

“C’mon Dove,” He whispered, wanting her to do well. 

Y/N cleared her throat and let out a shaky exhale, “A-As you can probably tell, I-I am not all that good at speaking. I s-stumble over letters and sometimes even have to replace words with o-others because my mouth t-turns into mash potato and I can’t seem to get t-the words out.” People chuckled and Harry’s heart began to beat against his chest, “T-That is why I love comic books so much because of the l-lack of words. Instead, there are pictures,” Y/N continued, her voice gaining strength the more that she spoke, “T-They tell stories without the need for p-perfect sentences or flawless speech.” 

Y/N continued her speech and Harry spent the entire presentation with his ear pressed up against the door. He ignored the looks of teachers and other students walking past as a huge grin spread across his cheeks the more Y/N spoke in front of the class. 

By the time she had finished, it fell silent before the class responded with a round of applause, “Brilliant work, Y/N,” Her teacher said. 

Y/N felt like she was floating on a cloud as she left her English classroom. Even if her speech wasn’t perfect, she had done it and gotten through it all in one piece. As she stepped out, two arms snaked around her waist and lifted her off the ground, “Harry!” Y/N giggled as he spun her around.

“M so proud of you, Dove.” He kissed her softly, lowering her to the ground but refusing to move his hands from her waist. 

“I-I can’t believe I did it, Harry!” Y/N almost squealed. 

“Heard every word, y’ did so good, M so proud of you.” He rambled, unable to cease his admiration for her. 

“You heard?” Y/N’s eyebrows creased, her lips pouting slightly. 

“I ran here as fast as I could and stood outside to listen to you,” Harry explained, “Y did perfect, honestly, the best speech I’ve ever heard.”

“You really ran h-here to listen?” Y/N asked, still in disbelief.

“I did,” Harry smiled, “It was all I could think about when I was on the field.”

“Did you win?” Y/N asked. 

Harry pulled her flush against him, “You already know I did baby,” He smirked, kissing her. Y/N smiled against his lips.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Harry murmured, “To celebrate.”

“And do w-what?” Y/N wondered, even though the idea of spending any time with Harry was always her favourite. 

“Maybe go to the bowling alley and get dinner after,” He shrugs.

“O-oh and maybe we can stop at the comic book store on the way home!” Y/N said, excitedly. 

“Course m’love,” Harry’s smile widened the more she spoke, “We can do whatever you want as long as I get to hear you talk.” 

Y/N grinned broadly as Harry interlaced his hands with hers, feeling the cool metal of her ring against his skin. Together, they walked hand in hand down the hallway, Y/N unable to stop talking the entire time, while Harry hung onto her every word.

[canine-witch]

What Is Next For You With Love?

This has been a season of changes, especially with romantic energies. Some may have ended or begun a relationship. Some may be pondering what the next step is.The intention of this reading is to provide clarity with what you want, and where you may end up in romance. I believe this reading will find people when they're ready. It is timeless and gender neutral, no need to rush!

Drink some water, pick a pile, and feel free to discard what does not resonate with you.

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Group One ~ The Swans

There is new hope for romance on the horizon. You may be going through a breakup right now, or feeling the effects of a heartbreak that left you wounded. They seem to have truly hurt your feelings. You may be losing sleep or having strange dreams over your love life. But, you can't be scared of change or moving on. The Sun and The World has promised you that there is someone for you, who will fill your emotional needs. But, you need to put yourself out there. You can't be scared of the future or the past. I am seeing a snake halfway through shedding it's skin, rubbing it on a rock trying to get the itchy dead skin off. You need to change, shed your previous skin, and stand in the sun and in your confidence. Put yourself out there, and what you need will be attracted to you, blessed be!

Your angel numbers are 111, 444, and 555. Snakes, the moon, bears, and daggers may be significant to you now. I am seeing the initials A, C, M, K, Z.

Group Two~ The Strawberries

You will recieve justice for a past relationship. There is a heavy energy here of bitterness, envy, and rage that lead you towards a very cold outlook on romance and people. The person you were with has damaged your reputation and changed how people view you. It's been a long fight between you both, and a long divorce with many money troubles may be significant for some seekers. Love has wounded you, and now is the time to heal yourself before you start looking for a new relationship. There is an energy of blossoming and changing, I'm seeing blossoming water lilies. It's not that you will never find love again, but the Hanged Man was revealed to me, telling me that it's time to get through this period with grace, let go of past burdens, accept and forgive yourself, and what you need will come in due time. Blessed be, prayers for you!

Your angel numbers are 222 and 777. Water lillies, frogs, spiders, foxes, grapes, and strawberries may be significant to you now. I am seeing the initals B, D, F, P, T

Group Three ~ The Mirror

You are feeling very bored with romance, seeker. You are a person of high emotional intelligence and high self worth. You are either in a relationship which you are losing the spark in, or seeking a new relationship but can't seem to find the one. You enjoy cat and mouse games, and intellectual stimulation in your relationships. But, love is not always a game. You are giving into vices with the Devil card, and perhaps ignoring your own intuition. You may be playing games or taking advice such as not texting back or playing hard to get. I see a beautiful person wrapped in shining gold and white, expensive furs, but the gates are closed to them. You have probably hurt a partner or a potential one chasing fun, rather than building something. Open yourself, and whoever you are pursuing will acknowledge your efforts. To accept the goodin the future, you must learn how to be genuine now.

Your angel numbers are 333 and 999. The color red, swords, and eyes may be significant to you now. I am seeing the initials F, H, R, W.

Group Four ~ The Garden

You will have many suitors coming to you soon. You have an energy of aloofness, and you are very alluring. Your energy is bright and you are a comforting person, but right now you are more focused on introspection. Many of you probably thought of scrolling past this reading, you may already be in a relationship, or you're just not really looking at this time. But, you are catching eyes. Some people want what they can't have, or they are attracted to the energy you put out into the world. You may have had heartbreaks in the end, but you bounced back, and now people are seeing the fruits of your labor. It will be up to you if you will accept a suitor's proposal or not. Some will be surface level infatuations, some will see right into your heart. You have many cards to play, and the intuition to see if someone is good for you or not. Decide for yourself what the next move is, there is no shortage of paths to take.

Your angel numbers are 444, 555, 666, and 777. Peacocks, morning glories, deep colors, and hair may be significant to you now. I am seeing the initials M, S, U, and X.

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Thank you so much for your time and trusting me with your energies. Praying for each of you!

If you do want more clarification, or you have another question, my free readings are open, using oracle and tarot cards! Limited time only! Click the link for instructions!

Blessings to you all, have a wonderful day!

[paperdice]

Hii! I saw you write for saiki k, so i was wondering if i could please request Kusuo x foreign reader hcs? Reader is a transfer student from somewhere outside of Japan (maybe australia because i’m australian, but anywhere is fine if you can’t do that 💕), and she (or they, up to you) ends up in saiki’s friend group and they get feelings for each other. If you end up deciding to do this, tysm!! xx

𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

"Is it sad that my heart's beating frantically? you give me that look and I'm over the edge."

small note, reader will be Australian for the hcs but it won't be heavily influencing in all the hcs

When you first joined the new school, it was naturally nerve-wracking for you. New country, new culture new everything, it was one scary ride that only made you hope for the best.

Thankfully, you wouldn't be alone much longer, not with the new friends you've made. In fact, one of them had been tugging at your heartstrings for awhile now, and the melody felt right for both of you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Kusuo knew your intentions and how you were rightfully afraid during your first day. He knew how you truly feel, just as he does for everyone else in his life. Your thoughts and feelings were another book for him to read clearly, so why was it he was slowly growing an interest in you?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He's got a sharp mind, he knows himself better than anyone else, or so he thought. He always knew that he wasn't interested in romance and thought he would never feel it due to his psychic abilities. His romance radar seemed to be a little 'nonfunctional' but he didn't care.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ After awhile of getting to know you, he realized he was feeling off when around you. A feeling he didn't recognize was growing within him, and he quickly realized it. In the deepest farthest back of his mind, Saiki understood it had to be a romantic feeling.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He was stung by the idea, though the more time flew the more he was okay with it being towards you. The hidden love you had for him was no secret that you could possibly hide from Kusuo, he observed the gradual blossoming of your feelings for him firsthand.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ When you first arrived, people were curious about your life in Australia and shared their thoughts and comments during your conversations. Although Saiki didn't say anything to you, internally, he was interested in the life you lived before moving.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He knew you snuck in a lie or two about encountering a snake that tried to eat you, or how you threw in scares with exaggerations about the snakes and spiders. Or how overly dramatic you made yourself when addressing the pure hatred felt towards the city of Melbourne, Saiki never knew there was a city in Australia that was heavily frowned upon. And from what he heard in your thoughts, you didn't know why either, not from personal experience that is.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Trying to evoke reactions without ill intent, you seemed friendly. Over time, quirks like these grew endearing to Kusuo. He saw right through your choices more and more, only to find more things about you he liked. So, how is he now that he knows he likes you and you like him?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He definitely looks out for you. Naturally, he knows better than to be a stalker constantly following you around. His abilities underline that idea as useless; though it's not like he'd ever do it. That's why he checks up on what nuisance is bothering you or what future nuisance will be. People do have a habit of barging in on you. You'll never say how tiring it is, so Kusuo does you favors.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He enjoys your new-found company in the friend group, whenever you come around he subconsciously moves more in your direction. You don't like bothering him too much so he doesn't have to worry about you being a problem, he knows you don't wanna make some foolish mistake in front of your crush. Though you don't have to worry, your flaws to him are meaningless.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Sadly Kusuo doesn't get butterflies around you, but being near you disrupts his control over his powers and makes it hard for him to maintain while solving unthinkable problems. This can be frustrating, but he's never been mad at you about it, he can't control his heart after all.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Ever since he developed a crush on you, he has been smiling without even realizing it. It's just a small, soft smile that creeps onto his face when he sees you enjoying yourself with others. Luckily, he manages to catch himself before anyone else notices.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Saiki can't help but be a little jealous if guys are flirting too much with you, he knows you won't accept them however for some reason his mind can't help but feel envy.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He finds your opinions and morals interesting, internally giving dialogue on breaking down your thoughts and why you might think that way. An unspoken way of his is that he shows he cares about how you think by breaking it down like some analysis.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ If you have any hobbies or interests, he'll take some time out of the weekend to take a look at what's got you all hooked. Music tastes, collections, shows, podcasts literally anything you're into he'll give it a try. The appeal might rub off him, you do have good taste in things, to Saiki that is.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ His crush on you was a secret for a long time, and was almost accidentally figured out by Nendo. That mindless Nendo somehow connected the dots out of nowhere, maybe he saw how Kusuo looked at you, or maybe how close he gets naturally. Whatever the case, Kusuo freaked as Nendo was calling your name. But when you turned, it was just Saiki standing there, you felt crazy..

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Kusuo has only ever thought of you two being in a relationship as a maybe thought, which says a lot. But he decided that if he truly does want more in the future, he will make a move, a slight one at least. Just for you.

Saiki is such a cutie pie, maybe ill write dating hcs at a later date. Thanks for the request, feel free to return to ask another!

[bitdemonic]

† 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒.

𝟓 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 . 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓. 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐌𝐄. ⚠︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄—𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒; 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𓆩ψ𓆪 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [𝐊𝐎𝐅𝐈]

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𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 ✮

PUBLIC IMAGE, POPULARITY, WHAT LEVEL OF FAME, CELEBRITY PERSONA ➞ 🎴 The World. Death. 7oC ↺.

Introducing this pile is the same as a thousand suns in the sky, their essence (presence) shines brightly that it's hard not to notice. Definitely thrives under the spotlight without the pressure affecting their image; effortlessly magnetic celebrity and has the fans to back it up. The public flocks to their every move in throes, this is an indicator of attracting obsessive behaviors from others, but it's also attracting defensiveness and "predatorial" protectiveness (i.e. stans, cult-ish supporters). "Can do no wrong" in the eyes of the public, because Pile One has them feigning for their attention. The influence here that's over the masses is actually so powerful it's concerning.

Carries the same mystique and aura that a rockstar does, it's intoxicating almost. Being "hot on the scene" is their peers kryptonite, because this pile has the gift of never being unknown; ability to adapt to every trend and do it correctly ("justice"), sets them too. Falling off the radar is near impossible, which boosts their status on the regular. Fitting into any crowd and shaking hands with every mogul; elite networking skills. Personality may be a little jaded however, it'll be obvious that Pile One was thrown into fame and made ("forced") to navigate it alone; no guidance or mentor, which is perceived in a bittersweet light from the world.

Will be the black sheep in Hollywood, they'll either stick out like a sore thumb or stand out amongst the crowd. Polarizing, "striking" appearance that gains popularity; a part of modeling campaigns for the largest houses and knows it—flaunts it out of confidence. They're a magic eight ball in every room and connection, leaving people on their toes for any answer [or "form of life"]. Indicator of keeping to themself when "work" is over, so they'll awaken everyone and leave them hanging. Chappell Roan vibes, basically.

PERSONAL LIFE, CONTROVERSY & DRAMA, PUBLIC ENEMIES, LEGACY & DOWNFALL ➞ 🎴 Knight of Wands ↺. Ace of Pentacles. 5oP.

Life as a star is similar to a college student's, it's thrilling and full of adventures, but also is the cause for lots of destruction (i.e. pain, change). Knight of Wands in reversed speaks for Pile One's personal life being out of control and somewhat "reckless". Could feel like things are out of their hands a lot, like trying to keep a family secret but the tabloids pick up on it. Privacy invasion will be a common thing for sure, but they'll find a way to defeat the odds of the situation (turn drama into memes or making light of context). Getting called out a lot, but for minor mistakes and mishaps.

Love wise, this pile is attracted to upcoming celebrities or people that work in an entirely different field. Wouldn't be surprised if they met long term partners at random, like when they're dodging paparazzi or running shopping errands lol. Relationships are short lived due to the demand of career, so romance isn't stable unless they're actively changing their lifestyle to make it work. Friends are potential lovers too, which is more mess for the blogs, but Pile One finds much happiness in the "unconventionality". This can bring about liars though, "snake in the camps" are prone to be revealed after the lust dies down.

Struggle shows in their capacity to actually put in work, as in enough effort without relying on others (a team); they'll have zero issues bringing in wealth, but it'll be from different ventures and endeavors outside of their field. Career won't be taken in a serious matter as expected, they'll have to fight against being the butt of jokes for this. Perceived as an "internet cousin" which means they'll receive more gains from being niche or partaking in what's popular; TikTok or Instagram is where majority of their funds stem from. For the most part things come simply, it's what comes along with it that's the issue. Being young, reckless, and rich is their only downfall and it'll come to pass if they choose to ignore growth.

SIDE QUESTS, HOBBIES, THE MEDIA, CLUB CULTURE ➞ 🎴 King of Wands. 2oC ↺. 4oS.

After hours is when they come alive ["in the nighttime"], able to let their hair down and be free from the press/stress of their job. Going out in general helps them evolve, it's as if their starlight beams even brighter; emphasis on evolving is shown through appearance, Pile One looks *good* whenever they're out and about. Confidence is boosted too, which only encourages their impulsivity in the moment—has a million crazy stories because of this and relives each one. Quite controversial and loudmouthed after a few drinks though, might cuss a supporter out once or twice and have to publicly apologize. Regrets getting into shenanigans just to end up doing them again; very 'live fast, die young'.

When it comes to the media, Pile One will be a celebrity face for reality shows, brand commercials, and modeling campaigns; televised daily for sure, this reading indicates that they're a hot commodity everybody wants to be seen with. Interviews, meet and greets, show panels, etc. all come second nature to them. Charisma oozes from their pores ("pores" correlates to their beauty, they're flawless to the public) and touches an audience in record time, they're beloved [and "cherished"] without second thought. "All is forgiven" is being channeled, which validates the fact that this pile gets away with a lot due to their likability. "America's Sweetheart" plus other countries icon.

Side quests are the complete opposite of their vitality, this pile would book hiking retreats or yoga sessions with the 4 of Swords. There's a sense of tranquility in the aftermath of being famous, their "quiet before the storm". Visiting town shops, feeding birds, getting a massage or hitting the sauna, like winding down would be a part of their schedule no matter the event. They prefer to be alone, want to enjoy the ["little"] peace and quiet that arrives; there would be photos of them eating alone and reading a novel in an Internet cafe ("spotting them in the wild") after headlines about their night before spread word. This pile lives for themselves, always, and being someone with status doesn't change that mindset in the slightest.

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𖣠 The Devil card was at the bottom of the deck which describes the tumultuous obstacles Pile One might face as a celebrity. It speaks for obsession, toxicity, bad habits, and unfortunately jealous people that will sabotage their future; it'll be challenging to avoid everything hence the escapism through drugs and partying. Indicates having lots of ink (tattoos), a grunge or 'intimidating' presence, and potential piercings as time goes on.

𖣠 Could lose fans from aging or maturing (trash ass fans if I'm being honest), people will chastise, criticize, and bully if something seems out of place from what they’re used to. It’s eerily similar to Britney Spears mistreatment in the public eye, but it’s not as detrimental; Miley Cyrus versus Disney Channel watchers is what’s being indicated. "Tough crowd" but they'll still follow Pile One, might even send forms of abundance as a way to release anger—contradicting but beneficial lol so…

𖣠 Reputation will be seen in a positive, friendly and "happy go lucky" manner. Pile One is remembered for their jovial attitude and intimate (platonic) friendships; could have best friends that adapt to their fame and inherit their own, it's like when you see this pile you'll see this specific person at their side. Might be known for their drinking or drunken attitude (confirmation lmao).

𖣠 Accomplishments and projects are going to be underhanded, there's going to be obstacles when it comes to full recognition that isn't half-assed. This pile works hard and does receive attention for it, but it wouldn't reach the scope of bringing home "real" or profound awards; seen as a young minded star with great potential for most of their fame, and that's all. Might go down in history for fighting against this narrative, going to war for their spot in Hollywood, but to no avail.

CELEBRITIES IN COMMON: Timothee Chalamet, Tyla, Megan Thee Stallion, and Chappell Roan

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PUBLIC IMAGE, POPULARITY, WHAT LEVEL OF FAME, CELEBRITY PERSONA ➞ 🎴 10oW. 5oS ↺. The Hermit ↺.

Introducing Pile Two would have the same force as an older soul in a room full of whimsical minds; groundbreaking, immovable sense of self that causes tremors in each room they're found in. Jalen Hurts comes to mind, he's only 26 years old and has done irreversible damage (complimentary) when it comes to playing pro football; talented and handsome, which he knows, yet his humbleness has taken him to heights beyond the norm. That's what this pile evokes [and "invokes"] as a celebrity, they're a beacon of a star, burning amongst their peers but in a way that lights up the path to where they're headed. The wisdom and depth of their knowledge proves that fame isn't or wasn't the end goal, that it just so happened to be a part of their journey because they're able to teach, curate, or nurture the collective in ways that nobody else could. Public image is adorned and somewhat envied for being irreplaceable—this individual cannot be replicated or buried (e.g. blackballed, forgotten about), that's how cherished they are.

The ultimate workhorse, the CEO, the alpha and omega ("alma mater", might've studied in their field), etc. This pile will be known for their "utmost" dedication and respect to their craft, there's a sense of having the same respect as one of the greats, otherwise a teacher to the collective of students that adore and "look up" to them. Denzel Washington is being channeled, and now there's a download about masculinity; Pile Two could be perceived as someone domineering [or "dominating"], a king in whatever got them famous. The arts are being specified (i.e. actor, director, screenwriter, or composer), as well as being in the fashion industry (i.e. designer, professional stylist, makeup artist); could be more known within Hollywood, as in amongst the famous rather than being famous, but regardless the admiration could move mountains.

As a star, they're going to be sought after for how much they're worth, for being so high value they're out of reach ("out of touch", too). Since this pile has such high demand, it's going to be near impossible for them to connect with the public or their actual ("legitimate") fans. Could be seen as The Moon card, otherwise illusive and private until they're meant to be out in public; the Hermit being reversed is a telltale sign of antisocial behaviors. It'll be "extremely" difficult to connect with them on a personal level, and to be honest, this is how they'll want it to be; boundaries are going to be implemented and established from day one, so there's little to no room for mistakes from "outsiders". Fame can feel prickly, cringey, or downright disgusting for Pile Two, "dystopian" is what they're reminded of whenever they're made (forced lol) to engage—would drop the flashing lights in a heartbeat if it meant life would return to normal.

PERSONAL LIFE, CONTROVERSY & DRAMA, PUBLIC ENEMIES, LEGACY & DOWNFALL ➞ 🎴 The Hierophant. 10oP. 4oC.

Life as a star will have the same trudge as someone stomping through the house with mud on their boots, it'll be hard to find *real* enjoyment in the spectacle when it's not about money. Pile Two could have Capricorn or 10H placements that challenge the "lights, camera, action!" ordeal that they'll inevitably partake in; smiling in strangers faces or "performing" for them feels embarrassing. "Lighten up" is being channeled, so they're more than likely seen as a celebrity that's stoic, direct, and unmoving. Imagine how Cilian Murphy goes viral for being out of touch with social media and going blank during interviews (e.g. Buzzfeed Celebs reading thirst tweets), that's this pile times ten. Despite the standoffish response to being celebrated, they're meant to be in the spotlight for a longer duration and will stick to the commitment.

When it pertains drama and controversy, the main issue is their attachment to wealth and high-end luxuries. There's an underlying element of hatred towards Pile Two, but it's not directed to their existence, more so the everyday choices they make "out loud" (publicly); how Taylor Swift is beloved by her Swifties but gets berated for traveling across town in her private jet all the time, that's how this pile comes off within the spread. Capitalism or having a capitalistic mindset would cause chips in their notoriety, that's their only stain as a celebrity. With how many celebrity comparisons have been mentioned (example wise), it's alluding to public beef or disputes with their protégés. Someone that this pile views as inspiring would probably nitpick and start something out of spite, because they're so successful, to the point it'd cause a ruckus for everyone to see; jealousy would be attracted and they'd face backlash for responding ("dealing") with it.

In terms of career, legacy, and downfall, this pile feels the most likely to leave everything behind if they're unsatisfied with their outcome. Things like slander or defamation to character (i.e. blogs reporting them negatively) would turn them *completely* off, they wouldn't even attempt to do damage control; PR wouldn't be called or anything, they'd already be over the whole ordeal. The 4oC speaks for turning their back on what once was, feeling that there's nothing more to achieve outside of what's been accomplished [or "done"]. Hard to say where Pile Two's work would go, it feels like it'll vanish or be erased from being left behind—"in the dark" is coming through, so they're the type to take down or delete all traces of fame and what they've achieved. Very pessimistic way of thinking, but they were never attached to begin with, it's no big deal in their eyes and the world has to accept that ("come to terms with it").

SIDE QUESTS, HOBBIES, THE MEDIA, CLUB CULTURE ➞ 🎴 Page of Swords. 8oW. 7oP ↺.

After hours would consist of a routine, something that’s planned and structured ahead of time, an event or night that they’re looking forward to because it’s strategic. Logical plans are prone to occur, like spending their free time visiting museums with complex pieces, or choosing to lose themselves in a game of darts/archery; fun consists of mental development, so this pile isn’t too different from their celebrity demeanor (way of thinking, in other words). Pile Two keeps to themselves so much that there aren’t other people that join them once it’s time to “unwind”, it’s as if they’re the only company that they want, need, and want to keep—trust is being channeled, this is a boundary that they’re probably used to having crossed [or “challenged”] hence the strict requirement of one person allowed. Yoga, journaling, poetry slams, spiritual retreats and meditation are their favorite recreational activities when they’re out of the way. Such a lone ranger this pile is, but it’s freeing and keeps them protected (“out of harm's way” from the fame).

It’s possible that things start to get fast paced on days where they’re needed most, or places where they’re required to be; a hobby of theirs is to up and leave when they’re ready for something new lmao. This is the celebrity that’s invited to a high fashion show just to disappear in the middle of it because it was boring— “there’s more to do”, something better that isn’t a waste of their time. It's not done out of rudeness, though the media will undoubtedly paint them in that light, it's out of the desire to seek more on par with their interests. Pile Two is just very detached and doesn't put on a front to hide it, they come as they are and leave when it's time to. Hobbies would honestly be any endeavor that isn't expected of them, otherwise they'll break the rules purposely if it means they'll be left alone.

Going out clubbing feels pretty nonexistent here, partly due to privacy reasons, but majorly because this pile is disinterested in night life as a whole. The club in particular could be a sore spot from their height of fame, hence why they opt out of doing so; public outings aren't their friend lol, it'd be a nightmare no matter how promising the scene could potentially be. Fans coming up for pictures, paparazzi's flagging them down when they leave, dealing with headlines in the morning, etc. the hassle isn't worth the hours of sweaty excitement. Not that they don't go to parties or lively events at all, but they're extremely choosy with their time and rightfully so. Definitely would prefer hosting their own "club" at home and inviting friends over instead.

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𖣠 The Fool card was at the bottom of this spread, which further cements that this pile’s fame is a whirlwind of opportunities. Upheaval in status will come randomly, literally definition of “started from the bottom, now we here.” Type of celebrity that is influenced by the numbers on the check; featured in TV commercials, box office films, or comedy sketches as long as the zeroes align.

𖣠 Longer paragraphs than other piles, this is a celebrity who’s remembered or seen as prestigious in their field. Can hold lengthy conversations during interviews, typically aces them with their density and reformed responses. Sturdy foundation of a career that was built “brick by brick” from their bare hands.

𖣠 Reputation is lighthearted, special, and seen as "familial". Celebrities that brought a light to their career field or industry and lightened it with their creative (distinct, unique) nature. Perceived as innocent and pure, no matter their age or appearance; gorgeous people and are commended for their beauty (trendsetters as well).

𖣠 Accomplishments could come at an advantage from others; nepotism babies, industry plants, or even being the protégé of another huge star (or compared to them a lot). Men could force themselves in the way of receiving public accolades like awards or "plaques", but this pile's ambition speaks for themselves. Will have a day or street named after them for their contributions to said field, a golden star after putting in overtime at work.

CELEBRITIES IN COMMON: Teyana Taylor, Bella Hadid, Aaliyah, and Tems

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ✮

PUBLIC IMAGE, POPULARITY, WHAT LEVEL OF FAME, CELEBRITY PERSONA ➞ 🎴 6oW ↺. 3oP. 3oW.

Introducing them has to be extravagant, it has to be 'big, bold, and beautiful', it has to have pizzazz and gusto otherwise it wouldn't live up to their presence. Pile Three's public image would have the coined term of "diva", they're the celebrity who was born for stardom ("born to be one") and it's imprinted in their personality from the get-go. It could be hard for them to mesh with a crowd however, for their peers could curate an idea of them apart from who they actually are; "bitch" is what they could be labeled as, but it's not all true. Glamour would have a lasting impact on their supporters, people would admire their taste in fashion and aesthetics to the point of being inspired; ventures in beauty are prevalent as well (i.e. makeup, designing clothes). Appearance for them is important because it's a large part of their identity [or persona], the kind of face card that earns them millions on top of millions ("billions").

Integrating crowds would do wonders for their status, Pile Three mixes (blends) well with other audiences opposed to just one. Essentially, they're a magnet for diversity and finds much attention overseas—the kind of star that's adored in Brazil or France lol, all over the world they're perceived as someone special and worth loving. "A jewel", a talent that brightens the collective, that "ignites" the fire in others and deems them the same (i.e. inspiring). This could actively boost their fame, meaning their prominence will never be the same as it was previously; popularity follows them for sure, they'll take off like the fastest of rockets. Similar to Rihanna's general likability and aura, this pile just carries the gift of natural attraction.

Fans feel comparable to friends for Pile Three, they’re able to call them by name or hug them in person, it’s a relationship that’s genuine and not just because of their status. It doesn’t just come with the job, there’s real love shared between them and that’s why they’re so beloved (“fan favorite” celebrity). Will be seen and viewed as someone who’s adaptable, productive, and overall invested in branching out within their career (i.e. not in one box). “Dynamic” comes to mind, so as a celebrity they’re going to be full of surprises; bursting onto the scene with ideas that are creative, original, and groundbreaking. Innovator, trendsetting and trailblazing vibes are heavily implied with this pile.

PERSONAL LIFE, CONTROVERSY & DRAMA, PUBLIC ENEMIES, LEGACY & DOWNFALL ➞ 🎴 5oC. Queen of Swords ↺. 7oW.

Life as a star will leave them ‘winded’, it might leave them disappointed in the way life unfolded, or that the cards they were dealt left them unsatisfied; the saying “money can’t buy happiness” is what they’d understand if they were famous, it came full circle and they’d hate that. Life can be tumultuous, it can have an undercurrent of despair—drowning from the upheaval in what used to be normal. A lover could be their saving grace, the “one good part” of their difficult day to day (future lover, future spouse that feels genuine and safe). For some reason there’s a taint of sadness on their success, accomplishments, and overall enjoyment of fame, it’s a melancholic energy that will never disappear. If this pile could rewind time and do things all over again, they probably would.

Queen of Swords in reverse indicates enemies [or Pile Three’s biggest enemy] being themselves. Their biggest setback stems from insecurities and ends up being the root of all disappointments; missing deadlines, bailing on appearances, all forms of self-sabotage hinders their growth in the spotlight. Nitpickiness bleeds into connections outside of career, eventually harming their bond with those closest to them—too blinded by their inability to be vulnerable, it seems they won’t even realize (“until it’s too late”). Publicly they’re adorned, but behind closed doors is when [and where] everything goes left. It’s not significant, but controversy or drama involving other people (i.e. their peers, paparazzi) will be nothing short of envy, wishing that Pile Three’s success or assets were their own.

This is surprising, but this pile seems to be the problem and not the other way around lmao; “wreaking havoc” internally is the uproot of any negativity, in other words their self-destruction is the fall of their fame. Too domineering and defensive, they’re the type to lash out when they’re under pressure, not giving second thought to their attacks if they’re struggling (“failing”) to handle celebrity culture well. Similar to throwing rocks and hiding their hand, basically. It's not their fault however, because with the 7oW being here, that speaks for crippling anxiety and having nowhere to run to; defense mechanisms are really apparent when it comes to Pile Three's legacy. There'll still be a chance or multiple for them to redeem themselves, just as long as they're able to clean up their acts.

SIDE QUESTS, HOBBIES, THE MEDIA, CLUB CULTURE ➞ 🎴Strength ↺. The Fool. Knight of Swords ↺.

After hours could be quite unattainable as a celebrity, meaning alone time is few and far between; going out would consist of fans spotting them all the time and possibly ruining the entire vibe from pushiness (rude behavior, harassment, not leaving them alone). Pile Three would give up on the idea entirely to be honest, they'd succumb to the defeat of not having enough strength (hence the card in reverse) to assert their dominance, it's easy to push them over for sure. However, this won't keep them from showing up at their favorite spots or hanging out period, it's just going to have obstacles that ruin the overall enjoyment meant to be had. Indicator of huge mobs appearing out of nowhere, despite an evening with private intentions. There could be a slight revel in this kind of attention though, there isn't an inclination to use a disguise or coverup to be hidden from unwanted eyes.

For some odd reason, the media would be "hyper focused" on what Pile Three does on a random hunch; headlines or published stories wouldn't revolve around the average celeb drama (romance, projects, gossip), but instead it'd be about their eating habits or newest purchases. Miscellaneous updates, essentially, and it wouldn't go unnoticed. Garners publicity [without trying] from their most expensive car, current haircare routine, or partner's latest playlist dedicated to running at the gym—falls in the category of being niche when in actuality it's quite boring. Catchphrases or slogans are significant too, might put something under an IG post that goes viral and becomes the print on a crop top. It's going to feel quite strange to them, but at the end of the day there's nothing that can be done; lots of moments where they're seen "unprepared" that they'd obviously want to avoid (paparazzi feels like they play pranks almost like lmao).

This pile is so naughty, it's hilarious; prone to be caught "red-handed", usually found in the midst of doing something that shouldn't be common for celebrities. Vandalizing buildings (i.e. spraying graffiti), stealing small items from stores (Winona Ryder tease), being spotted at an ex-lover's house, etc. It's so silly for them because these are daily antics of the average civilian, which they are, but societal status wise it's out of character—not of their tax bracket. Quite comedic with it also, like this is someone that poses for their mugshot on some silly goofy mood shit. Definitely known for their humor in general, but it's apparent when they're off duty, so much that it brings in a new surge of 'supporters' each time [or circumstance]. Wedding crasher energy, that's what hobbies would revolve around anyway: photobombing stranger's pictures, going outside in bunny slippers, tripping in public and using it as a meme because they're unserious, etc.

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𖣠 Page of Wands was at the bottom of this spread, meaning that this pile is seen as the "jester". The entertainment part of Hollywood, bringing charisma and character in the areas that are drab or boring; the person everybody wishes they could hand around outside of social media. Bright ideas that are implemented for them and others, a celebrity that's hard to ignore because they're always pushed to be seen.

𖣠 Humor is their strong suit x10, this pile has the ability to get any dead crowd up and alive with their words. Easily first pick for hosting live ceremonies or headlining concerts (live events in general). Reminiscent of a younger cousin or middle child, heavy sibling energy that the public adores [and "admires"].

𖣠 Reputation is remembered in an expressionistic way, meaning this pile has left their mark externally. Clothes and fashion could be their "hidden" niche, something that people weren't aware of until later, but can't deny the fashionista gene that's a part of their flamboyance. Might be known for starting and stopping on projects a lot, experiences burnouts often and has trouble picking up where they left off.

𖣠 Accomplishments are typically "the first to", this pile is a leader in their own right which gives them a boost in receiving public accolades. Their difference makes them stand out and lands them in rooms with large (huge) ass names. Will either be top choice for an "unattainable" award (e.g. winning a Tony isn't simple, but they'd score it without difficulty), or win multiple awards in their field (i.e. Billie Eilish winning numerous Grammys at her young age).

CELEBRITIES IN COMMON: Rihanna, Sabrina Carpenter, Cardi B, and Keke Palmer

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PUBLIC IMAGE, POPULARITY, WHAT LEVEL OF FAME, CELEBRITY PERSONA ➞ 🎴 Queen of Pentacles ↺. 2oW ↺. The Sun.

Introducing Pile Four takes a different approach than all the other piles, as a celebrity they're going to be perceived as "nothing short of a gold digger". This isn't inherently negative, but it does paint the picture [and begs the question] of their loyalty to those that 'surround' them; spouses, friends, management, anyone that's meant to assist or uplift this pile under the limelight. Envisioning Anna Nicole Smith right now, which indicates that they're someone who's driven by status and ["most importantly"] money. Dollar bill signs flash in their eyes for sure lol, it's as if wealth stimulates every notion of their will to live (i.e. be a star); the promise of good fortune and billionaire company is the promise land of their dreams. Meant to attain it for certain—after, or even before Pile Two, this is the wealthiest pile out of them all.

Another group of celebrities that cause rifts and notions within the opinions of others; it'll be hard not to assume they're one way, because ultimately, they don't go out of their way to hide it. Being bad is good, being good is bad is their internal monologue, something that they're not afraid to admit openly and [undoubtedly] without shame. Their fame might feel unstable, or "hot and cold", and it's due to them not being involved with the "shenanigans" as much as their peers; the WAG celebrities, the stars that harbor fame from the rich partners hanging from their arm. The Lori Harvey of their industry, possibly even of whoever's company that's kept—people are caught off guard by their ability to stay afloat from doing nothing. What this means is that they're not actively involved in a career that pins them down, so they aren't fulltime actresses or musicians, just fulltime paid and pretty.

The Sun is the literal embodiment of being hot shit, it's one of the major arcana cards that screams it-girl or it-boy essence; charm is through the roof, visibility is on one hundred, skin continuously glowing from all the attraction they gain or pull. One upload on social media and their followers shoot to the millions, this is a celebrity that's the most followed person on whatever platform, and it can literally be for just existing. Their fans aren't particular meaning there isn't a specific niche (or gender) that's into them, people in general are drawn to their presence like "bees to honey". Hell, even their favorite artist's favorite artist's is drawn to them, like this is a celebrity that shows up and brings the whole room with them whenever they leave; followers are a personality trait, it's effortlessly natural for them to be favored. The A in A-lister.

PERSONAL LIFE, CONTROVERSY & DRAMA, PUBLIC ENEMIES, LEGACY & DOWNFALL ➞ 🎴 2oC. Ace of Swords. 7oW.

Life as a star is a life that's worth living wow, they're going to be someone's sugar baby for sure. "Cash cow" is being channeled, so there's a lover that doesn't hesitate blowing bag after bag on their every desire, pleasuring them with luxurious expenses and flashing bright lights; not ever forcing them to lift a finger in exchange for gifts. Oh this is the dream for real, this stirs up "positive" jealousy, like their peers root Pile Four on but not without wondering what they could do to attain the same lifestyle ("you go girl" is being heard right now too). Things feel dipped in cotton candy (or gold), adornment and princess/prince treatment are very common; spoiled brats that live as a star both in public and at home. For as long as they're able to, as long as they're alive, nothing would make them give this full ride up [and rightfully so lmao].

Enemies, the media, and paparazzi for this pile will carry senses of wit, intellectual and meticulous yet impressive. Pile Four could even be acquaintances with these people, it feels similar to throwing the fakest smile to a person you hate due to the public setting, it's calculated "hatred" between one another. Indicative of sources for their secrets being close friends, or people that're trusted; bold moves and audacity that will usually be found out by Pile Four, but it doesn't prevent it from happening again (i.e. bitches are snakes lol). Lots of traction on social media from blogs and stan/hate pages that boost popularity; "bad publicity is still publicity" definitely applies for this pile. Sensing that there isn't much emotion present however, so ultimately there isn't a lot that's done besides soaking up the scrutiny.

Similar to the previous pile, there's going to be a temptation on Pile Four's end to be destructive at one point in their fame. It's a dire need, an urge almost, to act an ass and make the world enable their self-sabotaging behavior; being used to having everything their way will lessen their social cues and manners, which isn't going to help their public likability. Quite chaotic as a person, they're not going to filter themselves for anyone, anything, or any "moment" (i.e. setting), which forces their maturity in that second. Pettiness is their go-to lmao, so it's obvious where this is going—reaction, response, or action is both this pile's success and downfall. Their legacy as a whole relies on if they're able to be mature, so the cards can fall either way; the Universe will decide, so essentially, they'd either be well liked enough to never be cancelled or disappear out of nowhere on a random weekday.

SIDE QUESTS, HOBBIES, THE MEDIA, CLUB CULTURE ➞ 🎴 The Magician ↺. 9oC. 5oS ↺.

After hours are on the trickier side to explain, it feels as if they're in more than one place but nowhere at all. Seeing them outside would be like spotting a giraffe in the wild, they're hidden in plain sight and everywhere all at once; could hide themselves well, making it harder for others to detect them in a crowd. 'Where's Waldo?' vibes, Pile Four has the ability to camouflage and that's their favorite pastime; loves to use an alias outside. This reason alone can leave their actual events of the night under wraps, it feels as if nobody's aware of what happens apart from the invisibility. Quiet as it's kept is how this feels, it's near impossible to get a read on this part, maybe it's not for anyone else to know ("use imagination", up for interpretation).

Wow, the people's princess for sure—9 of Cups speaks for fulfilment, wishes, and positivity—headlines will shower ("flower") them with compliments, make them feel even more seen and appreciated than before. Pampering them with the sweetest words or captions, publishing their best pictures on front pages, sending presents as 'thanks' for existing, etc. Favoritism will absolutely be shown for this pile, so much that it won't evoke negative emotions, it'll just make everyone fall ["even more"] in love. As a star this brightens their light to maximum potential (power), their name being publicized is the equivalent to a supernova shooting across the sky. So little words can be used to describe this kind of magnetism, but it exists within them and it's treasured by anyone that's graced ("touched") by it.

Nature retreats, traveling to far out countries ("beaches"), and visiting spiritual resorts would be side quests that they partake in. "Peace of mind" is their motto, it's their way of life when they're free of the madness, it brings them contentment beyond the money and fame. The weight that comes with the world's attention is lifted and they're a free bird when they're with them; sitting in the forest and listening to the sounds might also keep them in high spirts. Yoga seems to be common with all the piles (no surprise considering the tax of the subject lol), but Pile Four finds more interest in teaching it than practicing. Time to themselves is spent enlightening their mental habitat, nurturing and replenishing their thoughts with the Universe or Mother Nature.

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𖣠 Queen of Wands was at the bottom of the spread, meaning this pile is known for their ferocity, sexiness (i.e. sex appeal), and independence in their chosen field. Runs the world with every command or will grow into this strength the more they're involved with fame. Indicator of a star that's intimidating or dominant to their peers because no one can touch them (otherwise "steal" their spot).

𖣠 The celebrity that's plastered everywhere but isn't known past their social image or public name (as it should be). Hidden even when, or if, they're in high demand—can disappear and come back with twice the power they had. Their pupils (peers and fans) admire them to the point of hoping or wishing to be like them one day.

𖣠 Reputation feels as if it halts or stops in an abrupt manner—a change to how they were seen at the start of their career, near the middle or "ending". Their efforts and past are wiped clean from the difference, could be unrecognizable despite being a trailblazer. Lots of love or "loss" of love for this pile regarding fame, a situation could alter their reputation that was honestly out of their hands (i.e. whoever they're associated with fucks up their name).

𖣠 Accomplishments are going to be huge, personal accomplishments that transcend the physical. Gone through so much to see it all pay off, the field they're in (or fame in general) could've molded them into a "machine" but the rewards were worth the price. World domination is written in the letters of their name, it's near impossible to overthrow the transformations they've brought to celebrity life.

CELEBRITIES IN COMMON: Zendaya, Beyonce, SZA, and Ayo Edebiri

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐕 ✮

PUBLIC IMAGE, POPULARITY, WHAT LEVEL OF FAME, CELEBRITY PERSONA ➞ 🎴 6oP ↺. The Star ↺. The Magician.

Introducing Pile Five would come with strong words of advice for newcomers that come after, this pile's presence might be shroud underneath bad financial decisions, debt, or naivety to the industry. Prone to being taken advantage of, even being misrepresented by gullible words, actions, or choices, they're a celebrity that reminds their peers of Bambi. Might be in the "background" more often than not, someone that's behind the scenes and uses their abilities ("magic") to bring beautiful art and creations to life. Underpaid or being underappreciated is a prevalent theme though, so fame would cause them distress or distrust in anyone that isn't themselves; prefers working alone, enjoys their career and what perks that come with it, but choose not to share how much they're planning on doing next. Hidden gem in a world full of the same diamonds but opts out of promoting their specialties—underrated to many, except for the few that have been blessed to find out about their talents.

The Star being reversed is an indicator of their fame level being despondent on their next big move, it relies on what "they're able to bring to the table". Pile Five is quite the individual, they're a natural creative that can staple their works without an issue; if they wanted, if they chose to, they'd be soaring to grand heights with ease. Untapped potential either by choice or by procrastination. Reminiscent of Normani's dance in [and out] of the spotlight, the ball is in their court and sometimes it doesn't make it to the basket. The people yearn for their work too, that's the funniest part because they're well aware of this, they just don't move on anyone else's time but their own; fame doesn't temp them easily, it's as if they're the "black sheep" amongst normal sheeple.

The magnitude of their fame definitely does depend on how active with their celebrity they are; one minute it's intense and thriving, next minute it's gradual and subtle. There could be periods of rest with this pile, it's not necessarily detached energy, but it gets still whenever they're "bored" (i.e. exhausted with keeping up, not bothered to be a celebrity lol). Manifestation could be a technique that's shared between this pile and their fans, or some other kind of reference to spirituality; this is a known fact about them for sure and it's accepted without question. The potential to lead or generate followers is so strong it's cult-ish, like their power doesn't go unnoticed but they don't go out of their way to enforce it. The aspects of fame aren't as present because this is someone that got famous "on accident" (not purposefully, it just happened), but their influence could lead millions whenever they decide to tap into it.

PERSONAL LIFE, CONTROVERSY & DRAMA, PUBLIC ENEMIES, LEGACY & DOWNFALL ➞ 🎴 Judgement ↺. 9oP ↺. 10oC ↺.

Life as a star won't be simple for them, it'll actually be more difficult than any other pile to be honest. Judgement in reverse indicates malicious gossip and constant (I mean *constant*) opinionated comments, Pile Five is quite literally under a microscope with no air to breathe. Friendships and romantic relationships might even crumble from the burden of being around them; reality will be harsh, and it does teach valuable lessons, but it'll be taxing as hell. Might find solace in spiritual gurus or "religion" (imagine SZA), it keeps them stable and focused on fulfilling their purpose [because if famous, this pile definitely has a karmic mission to accomplish]. Ironically, this kind of negativity never breaks them, only spurs them forward and gets them closer to their inner completion/goals; nothing stops them, not even themselves (i.e. Universal alignment).

Contracts, contracts, contracts, and more contracts—huge disclaimer that Pile Five must read over every piece of paper involving their earnings and very carefully, because the fine print is their biggest enemy. Hiring managers, talent scouts and agencies (“agents”) will attempt to take advantage of them with the potential to succeed if they’re not reading between the lines; acute around others and well informed on said industry, nothing else will stand in their way except for that dotted line. Shows that despite fame being a great challenge (“roadblock after roadblock”), they’re always going to stand on their two feet again. A force to be reckoned with solely as an individual, they’re the biggest threat and won’t need to open their mouths to say it. Intimidating aura that affects business sharks and CEOs, not their celebrity peers—Pile Five is the big dog.

Having 10 of Cups in reverse suggests that they’ll back out of fame once it starts to drain their happiness; they’re someone that’s strong, but eventually the backlash of their social presence takes a toll. Their legacy and downfall would mention the depressive essence that they carry, how it seemed their souls “yearned” to be set free once upon a time (poetic individuals here, they’d be remembered for their intuition and higher selves for sure). Melancholic thoughts are present here, so overall their life under the spotlight depicts some sense of needing to be saved. It’s bittersweet for them but since this pile also has special attributes, the wounds of fame are buried beneath the creative identity they’ve built (i.e. shown publicly). Despite how it seems or sounds, balance is restored as a star.

SIDE QUESTS, HOBBIES, THE MEDIA, CLUB CULTURE ➞ 🎴 2oS. 5oC ↺. Queen of Pentacles.

After hours are usually private, otherwise moments that happen once the door’s close and there’s no one around. Intimacy isn’t the denominator, it’s more of wanting to keep their personal life “top secret” because of the hectic mess they deal with everyday. It’s not uncommon to go this route when in the public eye, but this pile dedicates themselves to shutting the world *all* the way out, especially if attention isn’t warranted. Essentially, they’re hidden all the time, it’s the same as Alexa Demie never being seen until she’s out of hibernation. Not much happens that is “known”, it’s one of the topics that Pile Five chooses to leave up for interpretation (“up in the air”).

Discord with the public was alluded to, but in this section it seems that there is solace or “forgiveness”; apologies are given and Pile Five accepts them with grace. The media seems to fall in life after realizing (possibly owning up to) the mistakes or “trauma” they brought upon this pile, there’s a lot of sorrow and guilt from society as a whole. It’s not addressed on Pile Five’s end but there’s going to be a sense of “I’m sorry for all I’ve caused or done” emanating off of the ones that did the most damage, it’s a complete 360 compared to when the reading first started. Something could’ve transpired over the course of their fame, or near the ending, that caused the world to embrace them like they should’ve (ironic lmfao). Bittersweet is the keyword here because it’s being channeled,for the second time, which speaks for Pile Five holding resentment yet maturing and moving forward; “pay no mind” to those that aren’t them.

Importance is found in all of their side quests, it’s this pile that finds comfort in giving back; donations to charities, protests as an ally, food drives however many days in a row, etc. Nurturing their community is what they’re found doing outside of celebrity tasks, Pile Five would rather help those in need before spending time out “doing nothing”—not that they’re not outside or can’t hang [because they definitely can], but it’s more common to see them spending their time making an “innate” difference. This pile is highly important, like without them Earth would spin a little slower, it’d be off its axis by the largest degrees, their soul is necessary for the greater good of the future. They’re abundant both physically and mentally, which is combined to create the life they’ve always wanted; pleasure is a side quest that’s prioritized. Pampering themselves and staying beautiful [“in every way”] has been number one ever since they received the benefits to do so.

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

𖣠 7 of Pentacles in reversed was at the bottom of this spread, meaning that this pile might not find satisfaction in fame despite bringing so much material in the area. Financial issues could be present a lot, more than any other issue, and that derives them of finding actual pleasure in being a star. Has drafts and unfinished projects that could change the world, but picks when [or if] they ever get done.

𖣠 Outside of the dreariness that shadows (follows) this pile, they would be a celebrity that garners loads of support and attention from their fans. People absolutely love, adore, cherish and treasure them, it'll be immense and irrefutable, intense emotions. Very, very loved by the masses and the grandiose display of affection will encourage them to keep going every time.

𖣠 Reputation will be hopeful and celebrated for its positive inflection upon the collective. Beloved for their kindhearted spirit, tender minds (words, thoughts m), and touching actions—big hearts that people wish they could've kept forever (i.e. "forever in our hearts"). So special it actually hurts.

𖣠 Accomplishments are physical, but not the most significant in this pile's lives. Spiritual progression is their largest accolade, they alter the spirits of those that come across them; seeing them on TV, in pages of books, or on the radio has an impactful effect on their audience. They bring change in the smallest, yet largest ways and it creates a positive difference amongst the world ("whether it's recognized or noticed, it takes affect").

CELEBRITIES IN COMMON: Tinashe, Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, and Frank Ocean

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[ak319]

Haii!, I really like your Arthur Morgan series and I've also read it several times and it's not boring at all!🫶🏻

Can I make a request? If so, can you make the reader jealous because Arthur is close to Mary Beth?🫶🏻 (Arthur and the reader's relationship is not platonic!)

(AN: Tsym! Remind me why we making Y/n suffer again? PS: I'm terrible at writing jealousy shit ngl and I legit dunno why. AND THATS LIT WHAT YALL KEPT ASKING FOR-😭☠) Hope yall enjoy reading lol)

Warnings/MDNI: None, just angst and then fluff to soothe your asses-

You were by the lake, lazily washing clothes. The day had you feeling sluggish, and the pleasant weather didn’t exactly help motivate you. The water was just the right temperature, cool enough to refresh but warm enough to keep you rooted in place. You should really pick up the pace, finish up, and grab some tea--or coffee--or a well-deserved break.

The faint hum of camp activity behind you was oddly comforting, a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. That is until you heard footsteps crunching on the gravel, quick and impatient, followed by a sharp curse.

“Dammit! I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you, girl.”

You glanced over your shoulder, grinning as Molly stormed up to you, her face a mix of exasperation and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“For God’s sake, Molly, you know my Tuesday routine by now,” you teased, tossing a wet shirt into the basket beside you. “It’s not like this camp is big enough to lose someone. Honestly, I think you’re just bad at looking.”

She didn’t laugh. Not even a crack of a smile. Instead, she stood there, arms crossed, her expression tight with barely-contained frustration. You paused mid-scrub, a curious eyebrow raised.

“What’s gotten into you? You look ready to murder someone.”

“Oh, sure,” she snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Leave it to ever-so-clueless (Y/N) to not notice a damn thing going on around her.” She gestured wildly toward the camp as though you were missing some grand spectacle.

You blinked, thoroughly confused. “What the hell are you on about?”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she hesitated as if debating whether you were even worth the explanation. Then, with a dramatic huff, she took a step closer, glaring down at you like you’d personally wronged her.

“Let me spell it out for you. Do I even bother tellin’ you what’s happening? Or should I just assume it won’t make a difference because your ‘dearest cold heart’ won’t care? Or worse, you’ll just laugh it off like you always do!”

Your hands stilled in the water, the soap slipping through your fingers. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

"Y’know, what I just heard and saw?” Molly huffed, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis. “Mr. Arthur Morgan, having a chat with Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth! That same snake who’s all over Dutch, and now, apparently, your man, (Y/N)!”

Her voice rose with each word, and you blinked, caught completely off guard. She leaned in, her eyes narrowing as if trying to gauge your reaction. “I swear to God, she was asking him to buy her another one of those silly romance books for her lovesick brain. I mean, why Arthur, huh? Why doesn’t she go pester Kieran’s ass instead?”

Hearing her rant, you stood up, gripping the damp shirt in your hands as you processed her words. “Wh--sounds like a friendly chat to me, Molly,” you said, trying to brush it off with a shrug. “I mean, Arthur brings stuff for everyone. He goes out the most, doesn’t he? And, well, Kieran… he’s not exactly allowed far from camp neither he can afford anything right now. They still don’t trust him, y’know. And Arthur, he’s like a brother to Mary-Beth-"

“Don’t even start with that ‘brother’ shit, (Y/N),” Molly snapped, cutting you off. “It's just a facade.”

Your mouth fell open, heat rushing to your face at the implication. Uncertainty clawed at your chest as you tried to stammer a response, but she wasn’t done. Molly’s jealousy toward Mary Beth only seemed to fuel her fire, her words coming quicker now, sharp and biting.

“And don’t act like it couldn’t happen. You think she doesn’t see how kind he is to you? How he looks at you when he thinks no one’s watching? Oh, she sees it. And she’d snatch him up the moment she gets the chance.”

You clenched your jaw, her words making you shift uncomfortably. Sure, you trusted Arthur, but the venom in Molly’s tone, the way her words seemed to twist around your insecurities, left you feeling just the slightest bit unsteady.

"Did he even say goodbye to you before he sprang into action?” Molly pressed, her voice softer now, almost pitying. “And the other day, weren’t you telling me you needed some cream for your hands? You even told him, and look, just look at your hands.”

Her gaze dropped to your chapped and reddened fingers, and you instinctively tried to wipe them dry on your skirt, as if that would somehow make them better. Her words were digging deeper now, clawing at something vulnerable in you. Did he forget to bring it? Or worse, did he not care enough to remember? Had your wishes, his woman’s wishes, stopped mattering to him altogether?

“This is bullshit, you should have run away with that pen pal of yours, to be honest when you had the chance,” Molly muttered, crossing her arms. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you she’s after Dutch. And now she’s after both! I swear, those books she reads must be teaching her these tactics. Manipulative little-"

“I--y’know what?” you cut her off, your voice suddenly firm as your gaze drifted to the camp, your eyes narrowing.

“What?” Molly asked, surprised by your sudden shift in tone.

“Let’s just go,” you said, your voice laced with resolve.

“Go where?”

“Town.”

Without waiting for her to argue, you kicked the bucket of soapy water, sending it tumbling into the river, the suds spilling out and disappearing downstream. The laundry lay abandoned on the grass as you turned and marched toward the stables, Molly following close behind.

Damn everyone, then.

❀˖°

Arthur returned to camp, expecting to find you in his tent as usual. But when he stepped inside, the familiar space felt oddly empty. A frown tugged at his lips.

"Hey... um, Sadie?" he called out, spotting her near the campfire. "You seen (Y/N)?"

Sadie glanced up from sharpening her knife. "Oh, yeah. She and Molly went to town."

"What?!" The word escaped him before he could stop it, his voice louder than he intended. Clearing his throat, he muttered a quick, “Thanks,” and walked back to his tent, feeling heat rise to his face. He slumped down onto his cot with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair.

You know how he felt about you going far from camp without him, even if you were with one of the girls. It wasn’t a matter of trust, it was fear.

And still you did.

There were too many dangers out there, too many things that could go wrong, and the thought of you out there without him stirred a storm in his chest.

It was 5 p.m., the time when you two usually sat together to talk about your day over supper. The time he looked forward to most whenever he was at camp. And now? He sat there, staring at the flap of his tent, the minutes ticking by painfully slow.

But what bothered him more was why you’d gone. And with Molly, of all people. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, he didn’t have a problem with her, not really. But something about the way you two were together always set him on edge.

He’d told you how he felt about it once. About how Molly seemed to lean on you a little too much, how her sadness and drama sometimes seemed to pull you down with her. But of course, you’d defended her, saying you couldn’t just turn your back on your best friend. That Molly found her only comfort in your company.

And you were right. He knew you were. But that didn’t make it any easier to sit here, waiting, imagining where you were and what could happen.

Arthur let out a frustrated sigh, his appetite gone. Instead of heading to the campfire for supper, he threw himself onto his cot, pulling his hat over his face in an attempt to block out the growing worry gnawing at his chest.

But even with his eyes closed, he couldn’t shake the unease. Images of you and Molly wandering through town, far from the safety of camp, flickered in his mind. He trusted you, of course, but the world out there? That was another story entirely.

“Damn woman never listens to me,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with equal parts frustration and concern.

Sleep didn’t come easily, and even as he tried to rest, he knew one thing for certain, when you came back, this was a conversation he wasn’t going to let slide.

❀˖°

Arthur woke with a start, roused by Bill’s loud guffaw somewhere in the camp. With a groan, he rubbed his face, taking a moment to shake off the haze of sleep and piece together his scattered thoughts. Then it hit him, the memory of you leaving with Molly, and the worry twisted sharply in his chest again.

He pushed himself up with a sigh, his body stiff from the restless nap. Moving through camp, he glanced around, hoping, praying, to catch sight of you. But there was nothing. No sign of you or Molly.

He considered asking Dutch, but dismissed the thought just as quickly. Dutch would likely know even less than he did, and Arthur wasn’t in the mood for meaningless chatter.

Back at his tent, he sat on the edge of his cot, pulling out his journal in an attempt to distract himself. The flap of the tent was open, giving him a clear view of camp, but his eyes kept flickering toward it, waiting for you to appear.

His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He wasn’t going to eat, not until you came back, served the meal, and sat down beside him. That was how it went. That was how it had to go.

He was about to get up and go to find both of you himself when-

"Um, Arthur?" Abigail’s voice broke through his brooding. She appeared by the flap of his tent, holding a coffee pot. "There’s some coffee left, and I’ve got to wash the pot, would you like a cup?"

He shook his head, barely sparing her a glance. "Why’d they go to town?"

"Molly and (Y/N)?" Abigail tilted her head, her tone casual. "Oh, they’ve been back. Got back about half an hour ago. They’re in my tent, just hanging out."

Arthur blinked, first in shock, then confusion, which quickly morphed into anger. Half an hour? You’d been back for that long and hadn’t even bothered to come see him? Not even a word after being gone all day?

He shut his journal with a snap, the sound echoing his rising temper, and stood. The muffled chatter coming from Abigail’s tent grated on his nerves as he stalked toward it, each step heavier than the last.

What the hell was going on with you?

He cleared his throat outside the tent before pushing the flap open, only to find you and Molly sitting cross-legged, enjoying supper.

"Where were you? I was waiting for you."

You swallowed your bite, not bothering to look up at him. "Needed a few important things from town, actually, so I had to go."

Arthur’s jaw tightened. "Can you come with me? I want to talk."

"I’m already talking to Molly," you replied, your tone curt, still avoiding his gaze.

Damn it. Why the hell weren’t you even looking at him? That gnawing frustration in his chest boiled over. He had enough of this.

"I said, Come. With. Me." he demanded, his voice low but firm, the tone sharper than he intended.

Your head snapped up, eyes glaring at him with such intensity that, for a moment, he regretted using that tone. Hell, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him just a little.

"Oh, excuse me, Mister. Don’t you dare order me around like a maid, alright? I sit, talk, and walk when I want to. And right now? I don’t want to. Now go away, we’re busy."

Arthur ignored Molly’s taunting scoff, still fixated on you. Something about this--about you--just didn’t sit right.

"I’m sorry, okay? I’m just hungry. I was waiting for you... Can we eat now?" Arthur’s chest tightened, guilt creeping in. He rubbed the back of his neck, his anger softening. "...I was just worried as hell."

Hell, I still am.

But you didn’t let it go. "I’ve already eaten, and I didn’t ask you to wait for me. There are plenty of people around here you can share your meal with, Arthur. Plenty."

You turned your attention back to Molly, flashing her a rueful grin with your hair covering your face but he definitely caught it.

The Irishwoman gave you a knowing smile, her voice full of mischief. "Oh, girl, there’s always someone around."

This is how it's gonna be huh?

His first instinct was to walk away, but no. Arthur wasn’t the type to run from problems. With one swift movement, he grabbed your arm and dragged you out and behind the tent, just past the tree line. He stared down at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and desperation.

"What the hell is that all about?! And you know I hate it when you go out alone-"

"I don’t care! I don’t care anymore!" you snapped, your voice shaking with anger. "I hate going out for some petty stuff too, which, by the way, I clearly asked you to get, and you forgot! I guess books are more important than me, huh?."

Arthur’s chest tightened. He rarely saw this side of you ever since you both got together, the frustration, the hurt, the coldness. "See, this is the problem," you continued, your voice rising. "When men find someone vulnerable enough to control, to fix, they get bored. Then they move on, find someone else to repeat the same damn cycle. Am I right?"

His mouth went dry. The words cut deep. But what hurt him the most was the thought that maybe... maybe you believed that.

He wasn’t asking for much, was he? Three meals with you, a cup of coffee, that was it. Simple things that made him feel like you cared. That made him feel loved. But you didn’t... or did you?

The silence between you two was deafening as he tried to process what you said.

"What are you talking about?" Arthur started, his frustration mounting. "See, this is why I don’t like when you and Molly-"

"Oh, no, no, no. Shush. Don’t you dare," you interrupted, your voice sharp, but there was a deep hurt behind it. "She’s always been right, Arthur. I was the dumb one. I’ve been working my ass off for you, and you didn’t even bother to say goodbye this morning, huh?"

Arthur froze, guilt beginning to gnaw at him. He wasn’t ready for this. "You know, I had a chance to leave this life, you know exactly who I’m talking about. But I didn’t. I chose you. But if I’m just gonna be sidelined like this? Nuh-uh. My ego doesn’t allow it. Nobody gets to disrespect me like that."

You took a deep breath, eyes blazing. "If you don’t want me anymore, then say it. Don’t play these stupid-ass games with me. I’m not Molly, not when it comes to this."

Arthur’s stomach dropped as the weight of your words settled in. He could feel the hurt radiating off of you, the betrayal that had built up. And now it made sense. Molly had probably warned you, just like she always did. He could almost hear her saying it a dozen times in the morning,

'Don’t let him treat you like that, they are all shit.'

"There is NOTHING like that, woman!" Arthur snapped, his voice rising in frustration. "Is that what this is about? You’re ready to just forget, hell, even think like this over a misunderstanding?"

"Call it whatever you want," you replied coldly, not backing down. "But not gonna lie, the pattern makes sense now, Arthur."

He took a step back, trying to steady his breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Don’t say that... c’mon. You know it’s not true! She’s like a sister to me! For God’s sake, how can you even think--"

Without another word, you grabbed his satchel, the leather creaking in your grip, and flipped it upside down. A book slid out and thudded onto the ground.

Arthur froze, his eyes darting to the book, then to the scattered contents of his bag. He watched, his heart sinking, as you threw the satchel aside in disgust. "Bravo," you muttered, the bitterness in your voice sharper than a knife.

"Don't even bother explaining. I’m tired." You began to walk away, but before you could get far, Arthur grabbed your wrist.

"Don't you dare, no way you’re... sleeping away from me." His voice started strong, then faltered into a desperate plea, but you didn’t turn around. With a sharp jerk, you freed your hand from his grasp and continued walking.

Arthur stood there for a moment, his breath heavy as he watched you leave. With a defeated sigh, he bent down to gather the scattered contents of his satchel. Tilly approached, offering to help, but he shrugged her off with a tired wave and handed the book over to Mary-Beth, who was standing a few feet away, her face filled with guilt and sadness. His hand lingered in his pocket for a moment, pulling out the cream he had meant to bring you, adding it to the pile with a sharp scoff.

His posture was slumped, his movements slow and burdened. He didn’t need to say anything, his body language alone was enough to tell Tilly, Mary-Beth, and anyone else watching that this sulking would last for days, and you... you weren’t someone who accepted apologies easily.

❀˖°

And that’s exactly what happened. Arthur waited every day, hoping you would just come, sit with him, and listen. He longed for you to let him explain, to sort things out, so he could hold you in his arms again. Dammit. He missed you at night like a child misses their favorite doll.

But you weren’t just any doll.

You were his doll.

And when it came to you, he was nothing but a man-child.

Everybody knew his routine, the gang enforcer's routine. Simple, predictable. Come back, chat a little, handle his business, talk and eat with you, then the tent flaps closed, just the two of you, a world away from the chaos of the camp.

But now?

Come back, brood in one corner, pace to another, sleep with the flaps wide open.

Arthur’s mood soured every time he saw you doing something that wasn’t just being with him. Chores, errands, anything that took you away, even for a moment, made him restless, agitated. He needed you with him, in the tent, with the flaps closed, where he could hold you, even if it was just in the silence of the night.

Every night, he asked you to come with him. But you ignored him. Yet, he kept asking, unable to stop the desperate hope that you’d return, that you’d see it the way he did.

"Damnit. Damn stubborn ass woman." He grumbled for what? The millionth time? Sighing he petted his horse as it trotted at a leisurely pace, just a few meters from camp. How the hell had it all gone so bad? What was even the point anymore? Are you happy now?

His horse huffed as if sensing his despair, nudging him gently, but Arthur barely acknowledged it. The familiar sound of the camp in the distance only served to remind him that nothing was the same anymore, not the meals, not the quiet talks, and certainly not the comfort of his cot. That's it. This ends tonight.

He is going to carry you over his shoulder if that takes you to talk to him. To hell with your protests and stubbornness.

You were crouched down, sorting through vegetables with Abigail, your hands busy with the task at hand.

It wasn’t long before you saw Molly moving quietly, eyes darting back and forth, heading toward the girls' area.

You knew Molly. You had spent enough time with her to understand that when her instincts kicked in, she often acted before she thought. There was an impulsive streak in her, a tendency to let her emotions guide her steps, and that could be dangerous. Especially now, when tensions were already high.

Without much thought, you excused yourself from Abigail, your voice quick and unsteady. “I’ll be right back.”

You left her with the vegetables and slipped away from the campfire, your steps light as you tried to stay out of sight. Moving quietly, you found a small, hidden spot behind a tent, where you could just make out the faint sounds of voices, though you couldn’t yet hear clearly what was being said. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"(Y/N) and I were so close, in fact, like sisters, but you ruined that too! I don’t know what you told her-" Mary-Beth’s voice cracked, and for the first time, it wasn’t the usual calm, polite tone she carried. There was raw emotion, maybe even a hint of fear, but more than that, it sounded like heartbreak.

"You did it! Just like you're trying to ruin my relationship with Dutch."

"Are you in your senses, Ms. Molly?!" Mary-Beth gasped, trying to defend herself. "How can you even think that?!"

The past few days, you couldn’t help but notice her glances at you, brief but meaningful. It was as if she was caught between wanting to reach out and not knowing if you’d welcome her presence. Her eyes would meet yours across the camp, filled with a mixture of concern and hesitation, as if she longed to approach, to console you, but the fear of intruding, of making things worse, kept her frozen in place.

You understood her hesitation. She was a kind soul, someone who cared deeply for those she loved, and in these tense moments, you knew she wasn’t sure how to navigate the space between you both. And neither did you try to clear the air.

"You and your pretty face are going to be your downfa-"

"Molly, enough." You stepped in, your voice firm. Molly turned to you, arms crossed over her chest, her face filled with frustration.

"(Y/N), don’t tell me you’re under her spell too, for God’s sake. She needs to get a reality check-"

"Molly," you interjected, stepping forward and gently taking hold of her arms. You guided her a few steps away from Mary-Beth, the tension between them thick. "Let me handle it, alright?"

"Don’t pity her, let me make that clear. Otherwise, you’ll be the one regretting it." Molly threw one last angry glance at Mary-Beth, shaking her head before storming off, muttering under her breath.

You stood there, a heavy sigh escaping you as you rubbed your forehead, watching Molly retreat. Turning back to Mary-Beth, who sat on the ground, you softened your expression. "I apologize on her behalf..." You couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation. You knew you’d have to work hard to get Molly to let go of her anger, but that's for later.

"It's... alright, (Y/N)." Her voice croaked, and you didn’t miss the tremble in it, nor the quiet tears she tried to hide. Your gaze shifted to the book resting on the makeshift table in the corner. The one she had requested. You swallowed hard, a knot forming in your throat.

"You’re not reading it?" you asked, your voice gentle.

She looked up at you, shaking her head slowly. You could see the weight of her emotions pressing down on her, and it hurt to see her like this.

You walked over, picked up the book, and sat beside her. "Why not?" you asked softly. It caught her off guard, and for a moment, her eyes softened. She hesitated before returning the smile, albeit faintly, her sadness still lingering behind it.

"I am sorry... (Y/N), if you... if you misunderstood my actions, but I swear it’s nothing. There’s nobody else, except Mr. Morgan that we feel comfortable enough to ask for things... but if you mind it, then we won’t--"

"No. No. You can ask without hesitation, and I am sorry. I was quick to jump to... conclusions," you interrupted, your voice soft with regret. You hugged her, and she gladly returned the embrace. The warmth of her arms around you soothed the tension in your chest.

You placed the book gently in her lap and shifted your body closer, not wanting to break the moment. "I just... y'know... when I love someone, I do it fully. And I don’t tolerate when that gets disrespected, y'know? That’s one thing I will never forgive." Your voice trembled slightly, the depth of your feelings evident. "But anyway, do read it, and then we’ll have a chat about it. You know I love hearing you yap about your books more than reading them myself."

She chuckled softly, her eyes lighting up with a glimmer of her old self, and you watched her face brighten as she held the book. You stood up, feeling a sense of relief, but also a lingering desire to stay.

"Definitely. But for now, I must go work too, don’t want Susan to bury me alive."

"You better." As you were making your way back to the kitchen wagon, a figure stepped in your way.

"Am I forgiven too?" His voice was teasing, but his expression was genuine. You deadpanned, folding your arms.

"Ummmm... let me think about it," you replied with a mock thoughtful expression, your gaze narrowing slightly.

He mirrored your posture, folding his arms with a smirk. "Not fair, woman. Not fair."

"I never said I was." You gave him a pointed look before turning to walk past him.

As you continued your walk back to the kitchen wagon, you felt a lightness in the air, a shift that felt... right. Arthur, still a few steps behind you, watched you quietly with an almost childish pout. There was something about the way his gaze lingered on you that told you he was waiting, waiting for you to acknowledge it all, to say what neither of you had dared to say yet.

You stopped for a moment, as you placed the cutting board, and turned to face him. The sunlight caught the edges of his hair, giving him a softer, not to mention the dark circles, giving him a more vulnerable look than you’d seen before. There was no teasing now, no masks, just Arthur, looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time again.

"I’m sorry, too," you said softly, your voice almost a whisper. "For the things I said."

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I don’t like it either. I swear, I’d rather fight a hundred men than have you angry at me. But..." His hand reached out hesitantly, as though unsure whether he had the right to touch you, to pull you close. "I don’t know what I’d do without you. And I apologize too...for making you feel that way. But I swear it wasn't in my intention."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words. It wasn’t the grand gestures or flowery promises that touched you. It was the simplicity of it, the honesty in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely let show. "Well then let me tell you that," you whispered back, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "I’m not going anywhere."

With a relieved exhale, Arthur stepped forward, his arms wrapping around you firmly, pulling you into his chest. It was as though all the tension from before melted away, and in its place, there was just the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. "I love you," he murmured into your hair, the words so familiar now, but somehow more precious each time.

You nestled into his embrace, letting your worries fade for the moment, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "I love you, too," you replied, your voice barely above a breath, but you meant it with everything you had.

"Y'know darlin'...I was very close to shootin' myself if I had to sleep on the cold bed any longer. It took strength to control myself and not drag you out-" You rolled your eyes and pulled away.

"Right, now go away, I have work to do."

"Absolutely not. To hell with these damn chores. You are coming with me."

You shot him a skeptical glance, hands on your hips as you paused in your tracks. "Really?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he stepped closer, his broad frame encroaching on your space. "What do you think, darlin'?" he teased, his hands coming up to cradle your face, nearly squishing it with playful force. He gave your head a gentle shake, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It’s been too damn long. You’ve had me sleeping like a corpse for days. You cruel woman."

You tried to hold back the laugh that bubbled up in your chest, but his determination was infectious "Fine," you muttered, giving in more to his presence than anything else. He grinned, his hands reaching for you, pulling you effortlessly toward the flap of his tent.

"Atta girl." His voice held a triumphant edge, but it was softened with affection.

And finally, after days, the enforcer's tent flaps were closed at night--and so was the distance between you two.

(AN: Req/asks closed for now, guys :/ do keep in mind ur ideas and send once I'll announce them open)

[nevadancitizen]

HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

synopsis: The Soviet Union has been producing robots for a long time based on a miracle compound: polymer. But that was invented in 1941. The current year is 2038, and, due to rising tensions in the Arctic, Americans aren't as kind to Soviets as they once were. It's too bad you're a russki, and it's really too bad that you work in cybersecurity. And honestly, with the case Fowler has put you on, you're at risk of losing your job. It doesn't help that you're stuck with Lieutenant Hank Anderson and some new android apparently called Connor.

A Detroit: Become Human AU with elements from Atomic Heart (2023), in which the international political climate is a bit different and more prominent within the story. The Soviet Union still exists, and she's threatening America by proxy of her invasion of the Arctic.

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

tags: Robot/Human Relationships, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Gender-neutral Reader, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death

small note: this fic has russian in it (i mean, obviously). i'll be posting the translations in the comments of the fics, so if you're confused, be sure to check them :)

note, continued: also, the reader in this fic is gender neutral. please do not refer to them with feminine or masculine pronouns. instead, please address them by they/them pronouns. this fic is all-inclusive and not meant to alienate anyone -- it's meant to be written so that everyone can read, no matter their personal pronouns!

CH. 1: A Silent Dog & Still Waters

CH. 2: Like a Mouse in a House Full of Cats

CH. 3: Android Autopsy (Or is it Necropsy?)

CH. 4: Without Torture, There is no Camaraderie

CH. 5: Live For a Century, Learn For a Century

CH. 6: Some Sort of Sick, Self-Inflicted Schadenfreude

CH. 7: Does Every Rabid Dog Get its Tail Docked up to the Ears?

CH. 8: Mind Palaces & Other Shattered Crystalline Dreams

CH. 9: If You Chop From the Shoulder, the Ax Will Find Your Hip

CH. 10: Either Fickle or a Friend (Or a Really Fucking Fickle Friend)

CH. 11: Only Philosophy From the Poor Rings True

CH. 12: Friends & Tobacco are Separate Things (& so are Revolutions)

CH. 13: The Joys of Soviet Technologies (or, Good, Honest Snake Oil – if There is Such a Thing!) (or, Let's Talk Homecoming (the Military Operation, not Prom)) (or, The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns) (or, Wake up & Smell the Ashes)

CH. 14: No Misfortune is Without Blessing

CH. 15: These are the Moments

EPILOGUE: Welcome Home, Officer