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wildrangers · 6 months ago

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This Town is Fake, But You're the Real Thing // Matt Smith

This is based on an anon ask from a few weeks ago requesting a story with Matt and a HOTD costar with an age gap. For context, reader is just shy of 30 to Matt's 41. It ended up being longer than expected but that's not shocking🙂

Tropes & Topics: miscommunication, mutual pining, will they/won't they, age gap, resolved angst, fluffy end

Word Count: 2.8K

You’d been dreading and anticipating this filming day for weeks now. You’d been cast as Alys in Season 2 of House of the Dragon and anxiety has been your primary emotion since you received the news. On the obvious side, the show’s massive and will ideally propel your career forward with dizzying speed after toiling away for a decade on small projects. A less obvious, more personal element of the matter is your equally long crush on Matt Smith. You’d first seen him as Doctor Who when you were a teen and you’d become madly infatuated. You nearly drove yourself mad while waiting for filming to start, trying to get your emotions under control before stepping on set. It helped and hurt that he’s such a lovely person in real life.

Within a week of signing your contract, a beautiful gift basket had arrived at your door. You’d curiously brought it inside and nearly dropped the champagne bottle when you found the note: Cheers to being scene partners soon! Can’t wait, Matt. Your first course of action was to tear into the chocolate covered strawberries and your second was to frantically call your manager to yell at her for hiding this surprise from you. You’d sent back a thank you note, which is how, somehow, you two became pen pals in the months leading up to filming.

In your letters, you two discussed the show and your ideas for your character’s relationship dynamics all while Matt kindly provided guidance when you shared your anxieties about joining such a well-respected and beloved show. By the time you arrived on set, you felt more settled–Matt would be a professional support and colleague, your childish crush left in the past. After all, you’d had feelings for your teenage self’s idea of who Matt Smith was. This Matt is real, kind, your coworker, and 12 years your senior.

All of this logic dissipated when you heard his painfully familiar voice calling your name across the set you were exploring before filming began. He quickly approached you, grinning broadly as he pulled you into a warm hug. You, thankfully, recovered your senses swiftly, returning his hug before somehow carrying on a normal conversation with him. Several months into filming now, that first day is a blur but you’d left a good enough first impression that you two became close throughout shooting.

You clung to your logic, desperately fighting back the crush that was rapidly developing into actual feelings throughout this time. Your chemistry on set was palpable and mercurial but in your trailers or sharing a drink after work, your relationship was filled with laughter, stimulating conversation, and affection. You’d bonded over your love for horror movies, jokingly plotting one to star in together in the future. You respected him, this project, and yourself too much to risk all that you’d built for a relic from your teenagedom.

Or, at least that’s what you repeat in your mind as you pace nervously in your trailer, practicing your lines quietly to yourself. Today’s scene is the last for you two to shoot and it’s by far the most daunting for you mentally. Alys and Daemon have a tense relationship, clearly drawn together despite Daemon’s suspicions and Alys’ blurry intentions. This scene is the culmination of that tension and while nothing physically occurs between them, an emotional vulnerability is needed for it to be satisfying for the viewers.

You hear a knock on your door as the PA summons you to set. You take a deep, steadying breath before following her onto the lot. Harrenhal’s lot is constantly damp and by the time you’re on the actual set, your dress is clinging uncomfortably to you.

“There she is! How are you feeling, love?” Matt questions, squeezing your shoulders soothingly.

“Nervous, you?” you admit and his smile turns downward.

“What’s making you nervous? How can I help?”

“It just feels like a big scene, that’s all.”

“Darling, we’ve done so many big scenes. What else is going on?” he pushes and you sigh, nervously fidgeting with the ends of your wig.

“I guess it’s weird this is it, you know? It’s been months of us working together and after today we’re basically done. It’s daunting, I want to make sure the relationship feels right at its conclusion for the season.”

“It will, I promise. You’re brilliant and we’ve worked so hard to cultivate this dynamic–we know exactly what to do together, yeah?”

“But do we?” you question and immediately regret it. His brows furrowed as you kick yourself for letting your confused personal feelings get in the way of the work. “Never mind, I’m just psyching myself out. You’re right, as always.”

Matt opens his mouth to reply but the director calls you to your marks and all you can do is squeeze his hand before going to your spot, closing your eyes and banishing yourself from your mind–you are Alys, he is Daemon, you two are fighting because tensions are coming to a head.

You two do several takes but something feels off. You’re both hitting your lines and your marks but there’s something missing, which you’re obsessively trying to solve as shooting’s paused for lunch. As you finish up your smorgasbord of snacks, your favorite craft service meal, Matt approaches, his eyes focused on you.

“Everything okay?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes tunneling into yours with an intensity you’ve never seen from him off camera.

“Of course” you reply without hesitation and he nods.

“I’m doing a slight improv, will you follow my lead?”

“Of course” you repeat, just as the director calls you back to set.

Your nerves have returned but you’re eager to see Matt’s idea play out–you’ve both improved different moments over the course of filming and they often lead to your best takes.

The director calls action and your lines repeat as they have all day long. You’re lost in the moment, noting Matt approaching you much more closely than previously. This must be it–he wants more physical tension in the scene and you kick yourself for not thinking of it yourself. Suddenly, Matt’s hands roughly grab your arms pulling your chests flush together.

Your gasp is real, as is the way your own hands rise to grip his shoulders as he towers over you. Your Alys brain kicks in and you switch to struggling against him, eager to get away from this man who could easily overpower you.

“Don’t leave” he breathes out quietly, a line not in the script, his eyes earnest and glossy with emotion.

“You know as well as I why I must, no matter what we may…sense in one another” you ad-lib and though it fits Alys’ intentions, your own desires easily bleed through.

“And what is it you sense in me?”

“Danger…lust” you sigh, eyes instinctually dropping to his mouth. Your heart’s in your throat, this is the most you two have leaned into the characters’ sexual tension. “And what do you see within me?”

“Temptation…damnation” he replies fervently. You two hold each other’s gaze and you feel your eyes growing misty as are Matt’s before you. He begins to lean in and as much as you desperately want to give in, Alys would never, so you forcefully push your hands into his chest until a few feet separate you.

Your breathing is labored, your face feels flushed, and you nearly forget the final scripted line that concludes the scene, “I told you you’d die in this castle, Daemon…I refuse to die with you.”

A single tear escapes Daemon’s eyes and you turn on your heels, head high as you leave the room before the director yells ��Cut! Holy shit you two, thank god we had coverage on both of you. That was perfect. I’m going to call Ryan to review the changes but that was brilliant. Hang tight for a few minutes, okay?”

You nod, dizzy with emotion. You can’t force yourself to look in Matt’s direction, the vulnerability and intensity of the scene making you feel exposed. Instead, you stumble over to craft services asking for a mug of tea to settle your nerves. You take a deep swig and feel some of the tension leave your shoulders but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to follow their lead. You hear someone approaching and know before you hear his deep voice saying your name that it’s Matt.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” he questions and you force yourself to turn around.

“I’m fine, it was brilliant.”

“Then why do you look so shaken?” he questions, hands going to rest on your shoulders, as they have countless times over the last few months. You find yourself stepping out of his hold, feeling too raw to stomach being touched right now. Your thoughts are racing and your heart is pounding and being this close to him is too much.

“It was just intense, that’s all.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” he agrees, his eyes boring into your face despite your refusal to meet his gaze. You simply nod, taking another sip of tea.

“It felt real” you breath out and immediately regret it. “Sorry, that’s silly, I didn’t mean…” you trail off, unsure how to express all that you’re thinking and feeling right now.

“I don’t think it’s silly” he replies quietly and you shut your eyes. You have to be imagining things, he can’t possibly be admitting to feeling similarly to you; it’s impossible, for countless reasons. You’re saved from responding by the director calling you back to set and you quickly walk past Matt, mug firmly in your grip as you try to steady yourself to appear professional.

“Ryan loved it guys, that’s a wrap on Daemon and Alys at Harrenhal for season two!” he cheers and the crew bursts into claps and whistles. You force a smile and express your gratitude towards the director and crew before quickly excusing yourself to your trailer, not waiting around to see what Matt has to say to everyone.

Your team must feel your anxious energy because they get you out of costuming, hair, and makeup in record time. You say your farewells, frantically getting into one of the waiting cars that will whisk you away to your hotel. You regret, on some level, not saying goodbye to Matt but you promise yourself you’ll text him in the morning and meet for breakfast.

As the elevator rises you text Emma, Hey, crazy day, room service together tonight?

You toss your phone on the bed without waiting for a reply, peeling off your clothes and jumping in the shower. You just need to wash this day away. Once you feel yourself fully reinhabiting your body again, you turn off the water, dry yourself, and do your skincare before changing into sweats. A knock sounds from your door and you feel more tension leaving your body as you go to answer it, assuming you’ll find Emma on the other side.

Your heart stutters when you’re instead met by Matt’s anxious gaze, his hands feverishly running through his hair. “Matt?”

“You just left” he replies, voice tight with an emotion you can’t place.

“I…I was tired, I just wanted to unwind” you say, offering this half truth. His intense stare makes you fear you aren’t convincing him.

“Can I come in, please? Just for a moment. I can’t help but feel like I did something wrong.”

You nod shallowly, stepping to the side before closing the door behind him. An awkward silence descends and you perch nervously on the foot of your bed. Your phone buzzes beside you and you glance over to see their reply Can’t sorry, I’ve got a night shoot–tomorrow?

“Do you need to get that?” Matt’s voice draws you back to the moment in front of you and you watch as he paces the floor.

“No, Matt, but can you please sit down? You’re making me nervous.”

“I’m sorry, I just…I keep replaying that final take and what you said afterwards and how you disappeared and I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed a line or upset you.”

“Matt, you heard the director, it was a brilliant move. It worked beautifully, why would that upset me?”

“Because it felt real” he replies and you freeze at your own words repeated back to you. “But it couldn’t have been, could it? We were both in wigs and calling each other different names.”

You don’t know what to say so Matt plows ahead, “Not when we’re friends and colleagues and I’m old enough to be your father.”

You're surprised by the snort that erupts from you, “Matt, that’s a little dramatic. You are not old enough to be my father for Christ’s sake.”

“Well I’m certainly too old to be your partner” he replies quietly, finally stopping his pacing with his back to you. “Far too old to kid myself into thinking you’d be interested in me that way.”

You freeze, your breath stolen from your chest at his words. “Matt?” you question tentatively, rising to place a gentle hand on his shoulder blade but he moves from your touch.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. See? I knew this was stupid and unprofessional and putting you in an uncomfortable position and I value our friendship but still went ahead and blew it up and–”

“Matt” you say firmly and he turns at the stern tone of your voice. His eyes are sad as they meet yours and the slump of his shoulders is so un-Matt-like that it breaks your heart a little. You step forward and place your hand to his cheek, a thrill racing through you as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into your touch. You stay like that for a moment, each of you seemingly nervous to break this fragile moment. Finally, he releases a deep breath and his hands land on your hips as his eyes open again. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Why?” he questions, stepping closer until your bodies are flush together.

You raise your other hand, gently moving a strand of hair out of his face, “Because I’m just…me and you’re…you’re you, Matt, and you’ll realize that quickly. You’ll also realize that even though I seem to have my life together, I’m ultimately just shy of 30 and still trying to figure shit out. You’re settled, you know who you are and what you want. I can’t offer you the same in return and that’s unfair.”

Your admission hangs in the air between you for a long moment, “But you’d want to? If I told you I’m not remotely concerned about anything you just said?”

“I would but only if you believe me when I tell you I think what you said before is bullshit too.”

He smiles fondly at you, his calloused thumb rising to skim your cheekbone down to your chin, before raising to faintly trace the shape of your mouth. Your heart’s in your throat as you rise on your toes slightly, offering your parted lips to him in offering. His hand curls into your hair as he painstakingly slowly joins your lips together.

Your heart settles at the rightness of the kiss, the care with which he handles you. He allows you to lead the way, your mouths learning the feel of each other before you brush your tongue against his mouth which he gladly opens to you. As your tongues twine, you surrender to the moment, fully leaning your weight into him as you pull him as close as humanly possible. He returns your eagerness with his own and you’re pleased at the soft groan that falls from his lips into yours. When you finally pull away, he drops his forehead to yours as you catch your breaths that mingle in the air between you.

The peaceful moment stretches onward, neither of you wanting to end it. However, your stomach finally does as it rumbles loudly causing Matt to laugh. “I always tell you, just snacking all day is not enough, darling.”

“It’s not snacking, it’s a personalized charcuterie board” you protest, chuckling at this long-standing disagreement.

“Room service? I can’t bear the thought of not being within two feet of you the rest of the night” he says and you nod, chuckling at his admission.

“First Omen?” you question and he scoffs, pulling you onto the bed with him as he grabs the remote.

“Absolutely not, we’re watching the original first” he insists and you hum your assent, curling into his side and you’re struck by how natural it feels. “Youth, these days” he sighs, jokingly.

“You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you Matthew?”

His only response is to giggle and place a soft kiss to your temple before picking up the phone to order you both a feast.

Matt taglist (message or comment to be added!): @slayraxes-blogs @littlehorrorlover @decaffeinatedparadisepost

Side note: Part Three of my ongoing Matt series is written, I'm just editing and planning what comes next before posting

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takerfoxx · 1 year ago

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Personally, I feel that the reason Suletta and Miorine work so well as a couple is the same reason why they didn't work for me at first: they're just such fundamentally different people, with total opposite personalities, upbringings, values, desires, needs, strengths, weaknesses, traumas, the list goes on. If it weren't for the very strange set of circumstances that forced them to form a connection, I honestly doubt that they would even be friends, so much so that for the first few episodes, I found myself feeling weirdly disconnected from their relationship, and even found myself wondering if they even liked each other.

I mean, take a look at Suletta. She's a country girl from Mercury's mining colonies who never had any friends of her own growing up. She's a clone created in part to replace her older sister, in part to usher in her mother's plan to free her sister, and in part to be a weapon of revenge, leading to an extremely bizarre relationship with her mother that is equal parts affectionate and neglectful. She loves being around people, but is so socially anxious that any sort of interactions sends her into a stuttering fit. She's terrified of confrontation, and yet is larger and stronger than most, and put her behind the controls of a mech, and she will turn you into mincemeat. She's a total klutz when it comes to dealing with other people, and yet stays cool in a crisis and isn't phased by dead bodies. She trusts with her whole heart, measures her relationships by the value she gives to other people, blames herself whenever others let her down, can and will take a life without flinching to protect those close to her, and is delighted by something so simple as having others laugh at a joke that she made.

Now, take Miorine. A rich girl from an extremely powerful family, she lost her mother, quite possibly the only person to ever show her genuine kindness when she was a child, was "raised" by her contemptuous and neglectful excuse for a father, and grew to resent everyone and everything around her. She hates being around people, but has the confidence and social knowledge to play the game. She's tiny and physically weak, but also angry and assertive. She openly loathes her father and will insult him to his face, but also desperately craves his approval. She's been used as a commodity her entire life by people who see her as a stepping stone into power, and is bound and determined to make everyone who tries damned to a living hell. She was raised in luxury in space, but dreams of running away to what is essentially a refugee camp of a planet. She wants so badly to be allowed to stand on her own two feet and be respected for her own accomplishments, but has no real idea how to do it. She views relationships as transactions, has exactly zero patience for other people's nonsense, can and will sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of the select few that she cares about, will run headlong into the most harrowing of political battles, but also fall apart completely when confronted with the reality of death.

And, like I said, for whatever reason I just didn't feel the sparks between them at first. Their whole relationship just felt like a mutually beneficial arrangement, like it was said to be.

But then we got to that magical episode, where they had that amazingly written misunderstanding in the greenhouse, followed by that incredible argument on the space station, and I realized that this was the plan all along, and Suletta and Miorine are actually perfect as a couple...once they've managed to bridge the gap between their extremely different life experiences and massive communication issues.

See, what's so great about them is that while they are extremely different, those difference are also perfectly compatible. One's strength is the other's weakness, and together they make each other better. In a way, they're less opposites and more of two halves of one complete whole. It was Miorine's confidence that allowed Suletta to start standing up for herself, to learn confidence and make real friends, to figure out what love is. And it was Suletta's bravery that inspired Miorine to find a way to make something of her own, to seek out ways to use their families' legacies to help people instead of hurt them, to bridge gaps long carved out by blood. And in the end, they were two desperately lonely girls who just wanted someone to truly, honestly, and unconditionally love them, and they found it in each other.

Granted, it was rough going for a bit. Like I said, they had such different ways of seeing the world, they didn't communicate in the same way, they didn't see relationships in the same way, and they ended up hurting each other just trying to do what they thought was best. But they also forgave one another. They strove to better understand one another. And they came to realize just how much they needed each other. And though it took even greater loss and pain in order to achieve it, they finally found their happy ending. They found each other.

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stellarwhisper · 11 months ago

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shukraastro · 2 months ago

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BTS Jungkook's D9 Navamsa Ascendant - Ashlesha Nakshatra

Since there is an ongoing dicussion in the community about his accurate birth time because he has mentioned his birth time on two occasions and in different ways, many people are confused about his D1 Ascendant which is very crucial for finding his D9 Ascendant. Therefore I have worked on this topic with my Army friend who helped me in getting to know Jungkook a bit more, since I myself am not really familiar with the personality traits of the BTS members. Big Thanks to my dear friend, for doing her best in understanding this Nakshatra and watching videos and researching about the Ashlesha Nakshatra with me together and comparing the traits with those of Jungkook.

So without further ado I will jump right into it. There is two birth times given, the first case is 3:23 PM which makes him a Mula Lagna in his Rasi chart and the second 3:25-30 PM which makes him a Purva Ashadha Lagna in his Rasi chart. In the case of Mula Rasi he becomes an Ashlesha Ascendant in his Navamsa and in the case of Purva Ashadha Rasi he becomes a Magha Ascendant, for 3:30 PM even a Purva Phalguni Ascendant. Yes, every 5 minutes gap can make such differences.

I have taken his traits and mannerizms under the scope with my friend and compared all those with the traits which are seen in Ashlesha Nakshatra natives. Now here is the thing, these will be the traits of him which he displays when he is with his loved ones, close friends, family, partner and when he is in his home environment because it is the Navamsa Ascendant. The Navamsa Ascendant shows how a person is deep down at their core and how they present this outwardly. And of course we can't see this part of his life completely. But as my friend told me, that he is someone who has shown this side of himself quite frequently in videos with his members and in his live streams, so this analysis is purely based on that.

Ashlesha Nakshatra Symbol: A coiled Serpent

Ashlesha Nakshatra Lord: Mercury

Ashlesha Nakshatra Deity: The Nagas

Anything Serpent related also holds Rahuvian energy, because Rahu itself is known as the Serpent's head and the Nagas as well as Rahu are linked to the Patala Lok which is the Underworld.

Common themes/traits seen in Ashlesha individuals:

1. They hug their loved ones very tighly like a snake coiling around someone, even when sleeping they coil themselves around their person. Very commonly seen in Jungkook's interaction with his members.

2. They are revengeful if someone does them wrong or harms their loved ones, just like a mother (cancerian trait) snake. Apparently he shall be very protective over his members.

3. They move their body in a very seductive way. Watching them move from point A to point B is very hynotizing, just like watching a snake moving forward. Their movements are very fluid and smooth. I guess this must be very self-explanatory.

4. They either take good care of their spine and their joints or they will deal with some sort of issues regarding the spine and joints. I was told to mention this one very specifically: Jungkook's roller cushion and his habit of cracking his joints and knuckles.

5. They have advanced sense of smell. Which again, this is supposed to be a well-known fact about him.

6. These people have some habits with their tongue, like sticking out or biting on their tongue or their tongue getting in the way when they're speaking, resulting in lisping, they also tend to stutter and stumble upon their words. There can sometimes be issues with the speaking ability which results from the Serpentine and Mercurian influence. These themes are commonly seen in Jungkook, lisping and stuttering as well as especially sticking out his tongue in a playful manner very often.

7. Moving homes frequently, as well as demolishing and rebuilding their home. This is a theme which results from the influences of the Cancer sign, which is the natural sign of the 4th house - the home - and the nature of the snake to shed its skin. Sometimes you'll see these people also not even living in an own house for some time, just the way how snakes seek shelters in other houses until they find themselves their very own shelter under some rock. There are articles published that Jungkook demolished a house to rebuild it again from scratch, so this theme shows itself here as well.

Which leads to to next point, when we're talking about the home...

8. Seeking privacy in the darkness. This is a very interesting one. Privacy and spending time in darkness or dimly lit spaces is a common theme in Ashlesha natives. Snakes seek shelter in cool, dark and secure places to digest their meal and rest. This typical behavior of snakes gives us further insight into the private life style of Ashlesha natives. Apparently it is also well known, by Jungkook's live streams that he enjoys to spend plenty of time at home in his privacy where he keeps his lights dimly litten and cooks, eats and rests.

9. Ashlesha natives are also very prone to jealousy and posessiveness. Now this does not have to be in a negative way also from individual to individual the intensity of this can differ. Nevertheless Jungkook has shown this side of himself in moments of interactions with his members as well as made it quite clear that he is the jealous type of partner - in the perilla leaf debate to be specific.

10. Ashlesha native's have a fascination with the other realms. This is an influence which results from the connection of the Nagas to the Underworld. This fascination leads them often to practicing rituals or anything of that kind. In another live stream Jungkook has openly spoken about his attempt to contact spirits in his house by using tools. There is the Mercurian theme of contacting/communication/using tools and the Cancer rising lord Moon in the 12th house of private/isolated place his home.

This was the last point, I'm sure he might also have more themes of Ashlesha which resonate with him but as far as publically shown these were the ones which we could discover in him.

He already carries traits of Magha and Purva Phalguni in him because of his other placements but the reason behind these Ashlesha traits in him must be the influence of his very possible Ashlesha Ascendant. He has no other Ashlesha placement in his other charts, so he must have an Ashlesha Lagna in his Navamsa. This would also explain why his clock tattoo points specifically at 3:23 o'clock which makes him an Ashlesha Ascendant in D9.

Again this was only for research and education purposes only. Also some of these observations are from Dr. Arjun Pai and his Team on Youtube and some of them are my own observations.

The above mentioned Ashlesha traits can also be applied in spouse analysis, if some of you happen to have Darakaraka/7th Lord/Venus/Jupiter/Mars in this Nakshatra.

I was not intending to make any Jungkook related posts for the upcoming weeks, but since I was working on this one with my friend for a while and we got done with it already I wanted to post it quickly and have this topic off the table.

I hope this was informative for y'all.

See you soon.🌺

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Sonnenblumen - Chapter seven: Queen Anne's lace, for complexity.

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Also posted on AO3 - here

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You can feel every spring in your mattress underneath you where you are laying on your side. The light from the moon is coming in through the gap in your curtains but you don't move to close them. Late as it is, you know sleep will evade you tonight. The sunflower is watching you, you can't bring yourself to look at it. It is imprinted on your mind enough to taunt you anyway.

You can feel the green blue background rising on the flower, drawing a shadow over its head and beckoning it deeper into the haze. As for the flowers on the base, the darkness has swallowed them into the green.

It is not that you are changing your mind, there is nothing truly keeping you here anymore, it is that you cannot stop hoping. You are not a pessimist by heart and you cannot think of this in terms of giving up on him, that is now how it is.

Still, you know you cannot take down the sunflower and fold it into the pages of the scrapbook to come with you.

You turn onto your back and huff, lifting your head to let it drop back onto the pillow. You are closing your eyes, wriggling deeper into the duvet when you get one of those jarring snaps of a feeling like falling. Paired with a phantom calling of your name, it has your heart hammering.

You turn on your bedside light and sit up, curling over your knees as you draw them to your chest. The light stings your eyes and you screw them shut against the assault. You are just getting a hold of yourself when you hear it again. It is tainted with the same unsurety in its wake as the first but something about the voice makes you raise your head.

Then, “sunflower?”

You're out of bed before you can temper yourself and stumble to the window, your foot catches on the corner of your rug and you nearly fly face first into the bedside table. The pink lamp is knocked to the floor in your struggle but you hardly notice. One hand pulls back a curtain while the other passes straight through the gap to splay on the glass, the warmth of your skin on the cold surface ringing an imprint of soft fog.

Your eyes don't even need time to adjust, not when the moon has his hair lit in silver like molten mercury.

Your heart stops beating, so much so that you can feel it twinge when it starts thumping rapidly against your ribs again. Your pulse hammers in your neck, your wrists, even the pads of your thumbs feel as though they are throbbing.

Then you see that he is carrying something, a dark mass of familiar green wool. You wouldn't have been able to make it out from the way it hangs heavy over his arms, if it weren’t for the white-blond head poking out the top.

Your bedroom door slams as you fly out of it, it will wake your parents but you can’t stop to feel bad. They probably should be up. Nothing about this feels right or good.

When you miss a step on your way down you have to shutter away memories of when you had last raced down these steps to meet Aegon, a bloody handkerchief in your hand. There is no light and warmth to greet you on the other side now, just a startling wall of cold when you open the door.

“What is it?” The Mid-February dew feels like needles under your bare feet as it melts from frost on your skin, somehow the feeling only registers in the abstract, “What happened?”

Aegon just stands there, letting you pull back the coat from Daeron’s face enough to see that he is asleep. There are blotchy pink tear streaks down his face and his tiny white eyelashes are clumped together with salt. The tip of his nose is bright pink, so are his ears. What really worries you though is the heat coming off of his forehead when you place the back of your hand over it. You know it is not just the difference between him and the night air.

“It’s my fault, it’s all my fault,” Aegon whispers. He is looking right at Daeron when you lift your head to him.

“What happened,” you repeat but it is like he can’t even hear you. He just repeats his admission of guilt again and again.

You grab his face between your hands and force him to look at you. When his eyes meet yours he jerks like he has been struck. You cannot focus on that right now, “Aegon, I need to know what happened.”

You hear the back door rattle against the wall behind you and you are aware that your parents are calling out for you but you don't look away from Aegon.

“He has a fever, I don’t know what it is but he went to the matron and she said he was lying. He tried to call our mother again, just like last time…” white horror goes through you and you are pulling at the fabric of the coat before he can finish talking.

You find Daeron’s hands in the tangle of wool. In the darkness, they look as though he has dipped them in thick black oil.

“Mum!” She is next to you in an instant, aghast when she looks down to the blood now on your fingers as well. “He’s not well. I don’t know what to do-”

She senses the rising panic in your voice and shushes you gently. She then turns to the older of the brothers. “Aegon, can I?”

She doesn’t leave much room for argument in the way she begins to peel Daeron from his brother’s hold but Aegon puts up no fight. As soon as your mother has Daeron in her arms, Aegon drops like a sack of potatoes, falling to his knees and dropping his head into his hands.

His shoulders are shaking so violently that you cannot tell if she is shivering or crying.

“I am going to take him in,” your mum says, hoisting Daeron up higher. She looks at Aegon on the floor and then to you, “I will have your dad make up the spare room.”

You nod and watch her go back to the door, speaking in low tones with your dad who gives you a concerned look before going inside.

Alone with him, you can hear his heaving breaths. You realise that there is no bike anywhere on the lawn and your worry piques again.

“Did you walk-”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for coming here. I just-” he curls further in on himself and sobs between sentences. “Matron left and he was so hurt and he just kept getting worse.”

He looks at you and it punches the air right out of your lungs. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Maybe it is the look in his eyes or the way his sweat soaked shirt is clinging to his chest in a way that must sting with the biting wind, maybe it is just that it is the right thing to do, but you know you won’t turn him away. Really you know that at the root of it, it is because it is him.

“It��s okay,” you give him, unable to offer anything more. “Will you come inside? It’s too cold for you to be out here dressed like that.”

He glances down at the thin blue shirt like he doesn’t recognise it. “It didn’t feel cold when I was running.”

A shiver cracks his spine as you process what he has said and he pulls himself awkwardly off the floor. The knees of his jeans are dark with dew and you know there will be wicked grass stains there in the light.

You want to touch his shoulder, the side of his face, anything, but you also couldn't bear watching his move away from the gesture.

“Come inside, it helps no one if you get ill too from the cold,” you tell him, a weird feeling playing on you at the unfamiliarity of the way you do not know how to talk to him. You line your arms down your sides stiffly and walk back towards the house, relaxing just a bit when his footsteps start up behind yours.

Inside, your mum has Daeron on her lap while your dad wipes the blood from his hands with a cloth. The little boy is wrapped in a quilt and his head is resting heavily on your mum’s shoulder.

They all turn when you appear in the doorway, your dad flicking between you and the presence behind you.

“He’s still asleep?” Aegon asks, voice small behind you.

“It’s for the best,” your dad says, wincing when he looks back at the raw cuts on the unmoving little hands on his own. You can see his quiet rage in the stiffness of his shoulders as he works.

Aegon makes a sound and your mother nods you towards the kettle on the stove. She speaks like she might spook him if she is too loud or too fast. “While the fever breaks and we clean up his hands it is better that he stays asleep. He is going to be just fine, he needs rest, a warm bed and time.”

You watch Aegon nod blankly, still staring at his little brother's blood on the flannel. My fault, you hear in the silence.

“They can share the spare bed,” your father says as you push a warp teacup into Aegon’s hands. “Show him where it is and give him a pair of my pyjamas. We will bring this one up when we have sorted out this mess and given him something for the fever.”

“His name is Daeron,” you say, fiddling with your own cup in your hands while you wait for your parents to take it in before turning and leading the way to the upstairs of the flat.

The awareness of him behind you makes you feel almost as though you have forgotten to walk. It is like the inability to breathe normally when you think about it. You feel so watched despite knowing that his eyes are probably on the floor.

At the top of the stairs, you turn on the light and go to the linen cupboard. Every sensation is heightened, each movement feeling so much more important than it has any right to. You dig down the pile of towels for one that doesn’t feel so rough and well washed as the others. You tell yourself there is no reason for the action.

He doesn't move when you go into your parents room and take a pair of blue striped pyjamas from the bottom of your dad’s drawer. He is still just standing there when you emerge. You think he might be blinking at his own reflection in the tea but you don't stare for long enough to be sure.

“Come on,” you say, taking him down the hall to the guest room. Your dad has gotten as far as putting out the sheets and laying them on the bed. Aegon doesn't even look around, he’s almost catatonic and it is making you worry more and more each second.

“I will go and turn on the hot water so you can wash, it will only take ten minutes or so to warm up.”

He nods, it's maddening.

“Aegon?” you might as well have been speaking underwater for all he hears of you.

You move to stand right in front of him and it's like he is looking through you. You try again, firmer this time, “Aegon.”

You know you’re overstepping but you cannot think what else to do so, you brush his hair from his forehead with your hands very lightly. He finally looks at you.

“How is any of this your fault?”

He shuffles back to sit weakly on the edge of the bed, you try not to take it as a rejection. He takes a gulp of tea that almost certainly burns his tongue and rubs his free hand over his face. “I used to pretend to be ill all the time, I was awful with it, but I just hated lessons so much that the infirmary didn’t seem so bad in comparison.”

“That’s not-” but he isn’t finished.

“Matron didn’t believe him because of me, thought he was a little liar as well. Aemond came and told me, told me it was all because of my own selfishness that she wouldn’t believe Daeron and-”

He looks up to the ceiling and blinks before lowering his head to continue, you watch his jaw tick while he talks. “I went and shouted at her, told her to send him to the infirmary. I mean, he was burning up. He had this blotchy red thing on his neck and he was so weak.”

He finishes the tea, bites the tip of his tongue as he winces. “She shouted back but I just kept going. She took her back and left, said she wouldn’t be seeing anyone after how she was treated, and left. Then I realised Daeron wasn’t there anymore.”

Your hand is over your mouth and you instinctively want to cover your ears and hide from the next bit but you can’t, you’ve already seen his hands.

“Aemond and I found him, we knew where he was going to be but,” he puts the empty teacup on the bed next to him, like he is afraid he will shatter it if he doesn’t, “the housemaster found him first.”

You can hear how it pains him to say it, he has a hand on his throat like he is scratching for air.

“Then he sent Daeron to bed, told me I ought to stop influencing him into misbehaving if I wanted him to have a chance in life. I followed Daeron up the stairs and he couldn’t even make it to the first floor, he could hardly breath he was crying so hard. I put him in my coat and started running after he fell over for the second time. Aemond didn’t even try to stop me.”

There is an electrical impulse skirting down your wrists, it pushes your hand towards his shoulder. He moves out the way so quickly he nearly falls off of the bed. “Please, don’t- I can’t bear it.”

It stings so hard you have to blink back the hotness at your waterline. You push it down and step back, picking up his teacup from beside him. “None of that is your fault Aegon. You cannot be blamed for cruelty and immaturity on the parts of adults who should know better when all you did was try and help.”

He goes to talk again but you just shake your head, “I can’t do this right now, you’re not in the right state of mind and neither am I. Go and get cleaned up then go to sleep, come and talk to me tomorrow if you really need me to explain to you that you did not cause any of this.”

He goes back to staring at his hands. You're about to turn when he speaks again, “can you-”

“He’s okay, I’ll make sure he is.” he nods and you leave him sitting on the end of the bed like Rodin’s Thinker.

There is little evidence of blood and pain when you get back to the kitchen. Daeron’s hands are bandaged in white like mittens and he is still sleeping in your mother’s arms.

“How is he?” you ask, drawing their attention to you. You try your best to ignore the looks of concern they give you. You can feel exhaustion emanating from you and the wet hems of your pyjama trousers grow more uncomfortable by the minute.

“As well as to be expected,” your mother says, voice calm and even. She is brushing his fine white hair from his face with her fingers, your heart hurts. There is a bottle of Fenning’s fever mixture on the table next to a small glass of the clear liquid. “I need to wake him up so he can take this but I don’t want to frighten him.”

“Let me do it,” you say, offering no explanation as to how the little boy knows you. In truth you don’t know if he will recognise you but you would rather try than risk him panicking in the unknown environment.

They exchange looks but your mum hands him over to you anyway. He is warm and heavy in your hold and you are comforted by the fact that they have wiped the remnants of tears from his cheeks. He makes a low whine when he is moved and shuffles around in the quilt. You squeeze his shoulder gently and say his name gently.

It takes him a minute to blink his eyes open, staring owlishly at your father across the room. He frowns and tries to free one of his bandaged hands to wipe at his eye, the realisation of the sensation of material where there hadn't been before only serves to confuse him further.

When he looks at you he seems to relax a little bit but still rakes his eyes across every feature on your face. When he speaks his voice is hoarse from crying, “Miss Sunflower?”

You are sure you have misheard him, mouth falling open before shutting again quickly. Your brain runs at a mile a minute, falling over itself and scrambling to keep up. His face falls a bit and you shake yourself. “Hello Sweetheart.”

“Where’s Aegon?” The fact that he doesn’t seem to care that he is somewhere he has never been before startles you a bit.

“He is upstairs. You're at my house.”

“I know,” he says, yawning into the quilt, “Aegon said he was taking us here, he said you would help like last time.”

You can feel your parents' eyes on you but you don’t look away from Daeron’s face.

“That’s right,” you say, tucking him up tighter. You are not going to try and complicate things with a tired and poorly five year old, “I need you to drink this so the fever goes away.”

He nods and accepts the glass when you bring it to his lips. He scrunches his face at the taste but drinks it all anyway, sticking out his tongue when he has finished it like he doesn’t want the flavour in his mouth anymore.

He is so sweet it hurts. He has the same eyes as Aegon, lilac with a ring of deeper purple on the outside of the iris. He looks remarkably like his older brother apart from his nose, his more upturned ever so slightly.

The sound of the shower turning on shudders through the pipes and your dad excuses himself to go and make up the spare bed. Your mum gets up to dig in the cupboards for a hot water bottle and Daeron watches her sleepily.

“Is that your mama?” he asks in a tired whisper and your mum chuckles with her back turned. You tell him yes and he nods, taking it in.

“Does she know my mama?” It is one of those bizarre questions that children ask, like all mothers must know each other somehow. It makes you smile.

“No sweetheart, she doesn’t.” His face falls again and you have to stop yourself from drawing another similarity between him and his brother. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I want to talk to my mummy and tell her I want to go home,” he is red faced and you can tell he is on the brink of crying again. “I don’t like school, I want to stay home with Helaena.”

You pull him to you to try and quell his tears but it only works a little. “I know it’s horrid but right now all you can do is sleep and tomorrow we can try and figure out a solution, okay?”

He nods and winds a hand around the back of your neck. You mum takes the hot water bottle and disappears up the stairs.

“Do you want to go to bed now? You’re staying here with Aegon for the night.”

He nods against your collar again and you struggle to your feet and walk up the stairs with him slowly. The bathroom door is still shut, mercifully and your mum has put the hot water bottle in the bed already. You lower him down next to it and tuck him in, heart panging when his arm tightens around your neck before letting go.

He watches you straighten the sheets through half lidded eyes but you can tell something is wrong with the way he shuffles his hands around the bed under the covers. You ask despite having a pretty good idea as to the problem, “what’s wrong?”

“I don’t have Tessarion.” he pouts, lip quivering.

“Is that what your teddy is called?” he nods and you think quickly. “He isn’t here but you can look after my teddy tonight if that would make you feel better?”

He considers it for a moment before saying, in the smallest voice, “yes please.”

You tell him you'll just be a moment and nip to fetch your worn little bear from your room. The lamp is still on where it lies on the floor and the curtains are pulled half open. You go for your bed where Rosy bear normally is before realising that she is not there.

No, you know where she is.

Your turn to the stacked suitcases before making a decision, one that goes far beyond looking for a teddy, and open the largest of the three. It is a decision that feels more solid than it should. You know there is a finality in how you do not shut it again afterwards.

Daeron accepts Rosy, tucking the pink bear under his chin and closing his eyes. You give him a kiss on the forehead in a mirror of the last time you saw him and shut the door on the way out.

Your mum is waiting for you in your room when you go in, she takes one look at you and holds her arms out. You tumble into them and weep in great, hysterical sobs. She doesn’t say a word and neither do you, none need be said at all. She just holds you tighter when you hear the bathroom door open and the bedroom door shut a few seconds later.

When you have calmed a bit and she has replaited your hair for bed, she kisses you on the cheek. You feel so small.

“Follow your own advice, my girl,” she rights the light on the table and draws the curtains for you, “All of this is for tomorrow.”

“I love you, mum.”

She smiles and pats your cheek, there is a sad twinge at the side of her eyes. “I love you too.”

Despite your fears, when she has gone, sleep comes easily. There is too much to think about to really think about any of it at all.

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When you wake, you are not quick to rise. It is already nine but there is an anxiety that keeps you from leaving your room just yet. You brush your teeth in your bedroom sink and get back into bed, not to sleep, just to sit for a while with your thoughts.

It isn’t long before the silence starts to overwhelm. With the clarity of morning light and a lack of fatigue, the events of last night and the wee hours of the morning replay. Hot embarrassment runs through you as your brain catches again and again on him moving away from your touch.

You don’t know what to make of any of it, he was a wreck and what had happened was so awful that you cannot blame him for poor judgement but it still seems so strange to come here. It hurts to think of him almost as much as it hurts to look at him.

You had been doing such a good job at pushing him down, of putting the thoughts away until you left but now, looking at the opened suitcase across the room for you, it is almost frightening how far from that decision you feel.

A door clicks open down the hall and you sit up against your will, the footsteps approach and you watch the shadow of two feet dance in black spots under your door. When he knocks, it still makes you jump.

“Come in,” you say. You know you have to get it over with at some point but the feeling of dread that creeps up your windpipe feels like it might kill a vital part of you.

He is still in your dads pyjamas and he is swimming in them, the hems fall heavily over his feet and you can hardly see his hands under the sleeves. He stares at you sitting in bed for a second before clearing his throat and stepping into the room properly.

The tension is so thick it feels humid on your skin. It is clear that neither of you know what to say.

He clears his throat again, shuffling his feet. “Daeron is still asleep. I take it that is your bear he has?”

You nod, feeling so vulnerable all of a sudden. You push back the duvet so you are left sitting cross legged at the head, you gesture to the other end for him to sit even through the fear of him saying no. He doesn’t but he keeps firmly on his side of the wall of sheets in the middle. You cannot see his hands but you know he is fiddling with his nail beds. It feels like knowledge you no longer have the right to possess.

“I’m sorry for coming here,” he says, not looking at you. “I know it’s probably the last thing you wanted.”

He is wrong but he also isn’t. To say that you had not wanted him to come back would be a lie but to say you wanted him to come back and sit across the room from you like a stilted stranger would also not be right.

You don’t say it’s okay, even though your instinct to pushes at your tongue. “I’m just glad we could help Daeron.”

It feels cold to say it in such a way, one that ignores him completely but it is probably the right thing to say.

You can see in his spine when he sees the suitcases, the open one packed tight with almost everything you own. “You're leaving?”

It feels mean and unfair for him to seem upset about it. “I was going to yes.”

He ignores the tense of that sentence just as much as you do. “When?”

“There is a train at eleven thirty today for Manchester…” You trail off and huff a weak laugh at the damning irony that he would show up last night of all nights.

He sits like he is warring with himself, shoulders stiff and taught. You turn your head to look out the window, trying to find anything at all to say. The light of the morning is crisp and blue, cold in appearance and feel. The dead trees outside burn white at the edges of their spindly branches where the light catches on them on its way to the ground.

He breathes in sharply, almost a whistle, and you turn back to find him staring at the Sonnenblume. His eyes are wide and unblinking, his fists are clenching and unclenching. You aren’t breathing for caution of disturbing him. You don’t know what to do.

Your voice feels too loud in the silence. “Aegon-”

“Why didn’t you write?” he asks suddenly, finally looking at you properly.

The words hardly process in your brain, you think he must be joking. “What do you-”

He cuts you off again, speaking quickly like if he doesn't get it all out in the next minute he won’t be able to again. “I waited and waited, I was so sure you would. Then you didn’t and I kept thinking you might be holding off until you had something good to say or that you were busy.”

You try to get a word in edgeways but he just barrels on, your confusion is mounting with your indignation. “But when the new year came and I still hadn’t heard from you I gave up hoping. I knew you would eventually realise but it just felt so sudden.”

“I don’t understand.” you whisper.

His eyes are bright and pleading when he looks at you, “Don’t ask me to spell it out please, you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t,” you cannot connect up the information he is giving you with what you had been thinking, it is too much to take in. You know for one thing though that you have to correct him. “Aegon, I did write to you.”

He shakes his head and his arms curl around himself, “please,” is all he manages to say.

“I wrote you a letter a week, sometimes two before I realised you weren’t going to respond. I sent the first one the day your train left and I didn’t stop even after I came to terms with the fact that if you were going to write, you would have already.”

It is his turn for confusion, he shakes his head slowly. You can tell he isn’t letting himself believe you and you don’t have the capacity to reason with him. You get up and crouch to dig under your bed, hands easily finding the wrapped parcel you had shoved to the back weeks ago. You thrust it into his hold and he takes it but only holds, nothing more. “What?”

“It’s the present I bought you for Christmas. I got it in the first week of the holidays and I was going to give it to you when you came back.”

He still doesn’t unwrap it, looking up and down between the parcel in his hands and you where you are standing in front of him.

“Look, I don't know what’s happened but-”

“Aemond,” he says, drawing a breath like a gasp, eyes flashing open again.

“Aemond?” you echo in question.

He stands quickly, the present falling onto the bed next to where he had been. He has a hand over his mouth and the other in his hair. “He knew.”

He sees the bewilderment on your face at his vagueness and stumbles to elaborate, “About you and about me coming here. He found me sneaking back in one night and he told me how little he approved of ‘my little excursions’.”

His index and pointer fingers wag in the air as punctuation. “I told him about you and he…well, he wasn’t pleased.”

You would be offended if you cared about the opinion of Aemond Targaryen. As it stands he is just a sixteen year old boy. One who you are gathering might be responsible for quite a bit of hurt.

“So, you think he did something?”

“I think he took the letters. He was acting particularly…” Aegon waves his hands indistinctly, you don’t know what he means but you suppose it must be something he cannot convey in words.

“Would he really do that?”

Aegon huffs a laugh without humour, “You don’t know him. There is an awful lot my brother would do if he felt the means justified the ends.”

That attests to something you won’t ask about now but, someday.

He is looking at you, face bare and expressionless in a way that screams of vulnerability. “You really sent me letters?”

You nod, relief so palpable it burns rolls off of you. “Of course I did.”

He smiles and it feels precious to look at. However, there is one last thing you need to know.

“Why didn’t you write though?”

His smile turns self deprecating and something in you promises that this will be one of the last times you see that look on his face. “I was waiting for you, I was…scared. Then when I didn’t hear from you I-”

He coughs and looks away. “I thought you wouldn’t want me to.”

You realise then, that for every misery you suffered he has suffered just the same. Aemond joins his mother and Otto in the shadow prison of faceless names.

“Aegon, I waited for the postman every single day. Even when I knew he had nothing for me.” his eyes haven’t left yours. Gravity feels stronger in your little room.

“Fuck, he nearly ruined everything. I never should have said anything this is all my-”

You cut him off, knowing exactly where he is going, “I won’t hear it, don’t say that, don’t lie. You must know it isn’t true.”

For the first time, you notice the distance between him and yourself now you are both standing. Only a metre or so, just a few steps. It feels much further than it looks.

He blinks and a single tear drops heavily from his eye, catching on his cheek and leaving a glossy, shining strip on his pale skin. His cheekbones are lit in pink and the cold morning light is catching on his white lashes and hair. He looks so beautiful.

“Please,” he says and you nod. Whatever he is asking for you are willing to give, it is already his anyway.

He surges forward, all space forgotten, and takes your face in his hands. It is so quick yet you feel it echoing in slow motion, the feel of his warmth against you again, his fingertips brushing into the hair behind your ears, the way he kisses you.

Bright technicolour bursts behind your eyes and you gasp at the power of it.

He hums like he knows what you mean without you needing to say it. You think there is a good chance he might know exactly.

When he pulls back to look at you, he is beaming and you can feel it in your blood. You did not think you would ever see such a sight again. It's downright rapturous.

“Fuck, sunflower. My sunflower,” he kisses you again, “I missed you so much I thought it might kill me.”

He wraps you in himself, arms tight around your back, one hand burying in your hair where it has come loose from its plait and the other pressing its fingers between the gaps in your ribs. Every sense of yours is consumed by him.

“Would you think me an awful person if I said I wanted many horrible things to happen to your brother?” Your voice is thick against his chest, you're sure you must feel how his shirt is soaking through against his hot skin from where it pressed against your eyes.

His laughter drips like molten silver down your spine. “It would make me a hypocrite if I did.”

The pair of you remain like that for some time, relishing in the unbound feeling of each other’s hold. Reality drips back into focus slowly and it lacks the commanding power of clarity that it usually holds, made frail and unreal by giddiness and relief.

It is the call of your mother from downstairs that draws you reluctantly away from him, not before spinning you in a circle by the hands.

He pulls you out your bedroom door, only relinquishing your hand to let you put your dressing gown over your yellow striped pyjamas. When you have tightened the belt you look at him, find him already watching you. “You are the loveliest thing I have ever known.”

You would disagree, in your old nightclothes and rough and messy hair you must look a right state, but the sight of him in the same position lights your nerves with affection.

As if overcome, he kisses you on the forehead before laughing so brightly that you think the sound may play in your mind until the end of days. He pulls you from the door just as your mother shouts again.

“Wait, wait,” you say quickly, he turns to you expectantly. “Let me go and explain this to my parents, they don’t know exactly but they have been here with me for the last month and a half.”

He winces and nods, squeezing your hand. “I’ll go and check on Daeron, I’ll come down in five?”

“Five is good,” and because you can, you kiss him once more.

Your arms stretch like a bridge between you and him, pulling taut before you let go and dip down the stairs.

The twin looks of concern on your parents' faces morph into shocked bewilderment when you walk in. Despite your effort, you can still feel a grin pulling at your lips.

Hesitance mars your mothers tone, “Are you alright?”

“I was wrong mum, I was so wrong.”

She tilts her head forward and puts down her teacup on the table. Your dad speaks, “We might need a little more than that to understand why you’ve gone from the picture of misery to about as happy as we have ever seen you.”

“I was not the picture of misery!” you object, voice shrill with affront. Two sets of brows raise and you narrow your eyes between them.

“I feel that may be slightly beside the point,” your mum says, voice leading.

“He didn’t get my letters, not one of them. His brother took them away and he had no idea. He thought I didn’t want to talk to him!”

“Daeron? Why would he do that, he’s only little.” your mum asks and you can tell you are only confusing them further with how little you have actually explained of Aegon’s life. It just hadn’t felt like your place to divulge and then speaking about him had become rather difficult altogether.

“No, he has another brother, Aemond. He’s sixteen, goes to the school as well. I think he might be altogether quite unpleasant.”

Your father’s fingers are working at his temples, “I see.” but you think he might not until he has had some digestion time. “So, Aegon is no longer persona non grata?”

“Not at all,” you say, jolly and warm.

“And you’re okay?” your mum asks, that same tone of voice she had used last night when asking if you were sure if you wanted to go. How long ago that feels now.

“I’m okay,” and it is, for the first time in quite a while, the truth.

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Aegon does now come down alone, he has a still sleepy Daeron on his back who is clutching your Rosy Bear against his brother’s neck. He looks better than he did yesterday, no longer flushed with fever but still clearly not a hundred percent. That will take time.

He swings his brother round himself gently in what looks to be a practised move, depositing the bleary eyed boy on a free chair. Daeron waves at you with a heavy arm and a bandaged hand . You wave back and smile.

Your mum gets up to fuss around him, sticking a thermometer under his tongue and fixing him another little glass of the clear fever medicine which he looks at with narrowed eyes. The effect is diminished by the funny way his lips pull around the glass stick in his mouth.

He drinks the glass, pulling just as much of a face as he did the first time while your mum appraises the thermometer. “Much better, still high but not worryingly so.”

Aegon breathes a sigh, “I can’t thank you enough for helping him.”

Your father waves a hand like it is nothing and keeps eating his breakfast.

“What will happen with the school now?” Your mum asks.

“Oh, I will be suspended I expect,” he is so flippant but you can tell that he really could not care less this time. “I haven’t exactly been on my best behaviour since the hols.”

Daeron giggles, it startles you all to see him so perky. You raise an eyebrow at the little boy and he just laughs harder, Aegon looks a little sheepish when you turn your gaze to him.

“Well, I may have gotten up to some…unwise things here or there.”

“He put pants on St. Oswald’s head!” Daeron burst out, kicking his feet where they dangle from his chair.

“What?” you ask a very red faced Aegon.

“He’s the school’s saint, we have a statue of him in the small courtyard which most of the lesson buildings overlook.” He has a hand on the back of his neck, “I got told off for not paying attention in chapel, Father Harrison said I was disrespecting him and gave me a week of written detentions. So I went out during morning lessons and…well,” he gestures to Daeron who is still laughing.

To both yours and Aegon’s surprise, you hear your father chuckling low across the table. Daeron thinks it’s brilliant and claps happily. Your mum holds a hand over her mouth and is looking pointedly out the window.

It is such a bizarre atmosphere, time feels unreal and you have a lightness under your skin like you might lift right off the ground.

Aegon huffs a slightly embarrassed laugh and you smile at him, head shaking in disbelief. “Anyway, that was the last incident and I have been on final warning since then.”

“And what of Daeron? I cannot say I want him going back until those hands are better. I have little faith in your matron after last night.” you mother has a stern concern in her voice, you know she has been infected with the same irrevocable care for the two brothers as you have.

“I am not sure, I expect Aemond will telephone our mother and have her tidy it up for him somehow. I am a lost cause but he isn’t.”

“Well,” your father says, “you’re welcome here in the meantime as long as it won’t get you into worse trouble.”

Aegon shrugs, “call it starting my suspension early. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“You’ll have to pull your weight,” comes the humoured reply of your dad.

“Can I pour drinks?” He says, sitting forward in his seat, seemingly greatly excited by the idea. You smile at him warmly. Fear and uncertainty of the consequences of his actions pushed aside in the face of the contentment that washes over you.

You father gives him a relenting look and Aegon drums his fingers on the back of your hand with glee. It all feels too easy, too good, but you cannot be bothered to sit and wait for another shoe to drop when you are so happy.

Maybe the universe won’t agree with you but, you think, perhaps selfishly, that you have earned just a bit of happiness.

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Hello again my lovely readers!

I hope this chapter makes up for the misery caused by the last. Sorry again for doing that to you all, thank you for sticking with me despite the angst. This one was both hard and easy to write, I am sure you can understand why. Do let me know what you think! All my love, SlaginSecret xxx

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elysiansparadise · 2 months ago

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Love your blog! My partner and I have a Sun, Moon, Venus, Mercury stellium in the 3rd house all closely conjunct in our composite (0-3 orbs), but all are squaring Uranus in the 12th except Venus. We have a large age gap and are long distance (Capricorn Rising and Saturn conjunct Ascendant). I’m concerned about all the Uranus squares. Can you give me your thoughts on what the squares may indicate? Thanks so much!

Hello love! I completely understand why looking at all those squares might worry you. However, I think we can find out how they play a role in your relationship based on what you wrote to me.

Sun-Uranus square can symbolize the difference in essence between you. In a relationship where there is a long age difference we can determine that, no matter how well you connect, at the end of the day there are big differences between you given the times in which you grew up.

Moon-Uranus square can show not only a difference in emotional needs, but the lack of closeness given the tension between Uranus, which in itself speaks to us of distance [enhanced by its position in the 12th house] and the Moon, which speaks to us of physical closeness. as emotional.

Mercury-Uranus square would be indicating to us the different ways of thinking. Likewise, it can tell us about communication through the internet [due to the Uranus influence].

However, having this stellium in the 3rd house is of great help in weighing the dynamics of the relationship, as there is a strong drive and focus on forming constant and constructive communication. Mercury-Sun makes communication fluid, and even entertaining. Mercury-Venus makes it easy for you to verbalize your affection and reassure each other if necessary. Mercury-Moon helps both of you feel like you can talk about personal, important, and emotionally heavy things with each other.

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tinydefector · 10 months ago

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*jumps in again* i love how you write and im starting to feel like a bother to request some more😭 but but if you don't mind, ultra magnus x gn! reader where he's scolding them for being reckless and sneak off to go meteor surfing with Rodimus. He's not mad, just worried sick for em then reader just storms off and he didn't bother to chase after em, wanting to give them space.

Later, he bumped into Megatron and had a lil chat when Megs pointed out how Magnus is treating reader like his kid(sparkling). Mags denies it but then later connects the dot, like "omg, he's kinda right" que to him went off to find reader which in their room, distracting themselves with some work and he apologize for yelling and vice versa with reader for sneaking out.

Also, if you want, you can add like a bonus bit at the end where Mags praise reader for the excellent report they turned in and reader accidentally say "thanks dad" make it worse if some bot was around when they said that *cough* roddy *cough*

RULES OF PARENTING

Took me longer than expected to write this out.

Platonic/ Parent and child with Ultra Magnus and Cybertronian Reader. Slight hints to Megatron x Ultra Magnus as a treat.

Other information I decided to write the reader as an Outlier but their ability, form and everything else is left up for the reader to decided themself. Other than the fact they are the youngsters on ship and smaller than the larger bots nothing else is stated.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: none

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Ultra Magnus Masterlist

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laughter comes from around the corner, Rodimus and his friend bolt through the ship. "Keep up Rods!" The younger bot yells out. Their hoverboard is servo while they both bolt towards the shipping bay. It wasn't often the two got the opportunity to go asteroid surfing.

Rodimus hurries after, pushing his engines to keep pace through the twisting ship corridors. His intake splits in a fierce grin.

"Hey, wait up!" he calls back, At the threshold they transform, Rodimus jumps onto his board, taking off into the asteroid field. "Alright runt, you asked for it!" Blue optics glint with loving malice. "First to finish a loop and back wins! Loser takes the others reports."

He peels out with a throaty roar, engine howling, not waiting for the start. Cheating? Maybe, but racing was war, and all was fair in love and circuits blown! Let the games begin.

"Your on Roddy!" They shout back at Rodimus before taking a leap out onto their hoverboard. "Wooooooohhhhhoooo" the shout out. They both tear out of the shipping bay on their hoverboard, darting nimbly between support struts like a razorwing on the hunt. Their wild grin is audible even without comlink.

Rodimus bellows a rival cry, engine snarling as he rockets through the asteroids in a shower of blue sparks. Every sensor hones to the night-shadowed chase before him, picking out the board's glints between outcroppings as their rider zig-zags across the field like liquid mercury. Shouts of challenge fly between them over the comms, goading fierce competition.

Adrenaline sings in Rodimus' lines as he closes the gap, swerving within reach, laughter falls from the two as they race and chase each other. Two kindred spirits living utterly within the moment, simply living for the speed and freedom the stars grant.

From the command centre, Megatron observes the asteroid field feed with keen optic. Movement on the edges draws his gaze - two familiar signatures darting nimbly amid the tumbling rocks, weaving hazardous loops and stunts with the heedless abandon of youth.

A low growl rumbles in his powerful frame at their recklessness and endangerment. But watching closer, caught by flickering motions on the monitor, even his hardened spark must soften.

Laughter crackles through the open commlines as they toss chunks at each other in joyful battle, dancing dangerously along the rim. It sparks memories of ages past, when he himself was prone to such reckless ventures in the mines.

He returns grimly to his charts. But the ghost of a smile still plays about unyielding faceplates, echoing wild laughter across the stars. The loud steps of Ultra Magnus making his way towards command has megatron debating. "Rodimus, I'd recommend you both make your way back to ship, less you want Magnus to lecture you again" He calls out, trying to make sure Ultra Magnus doesn't catch them.

Through the open comm, Rodimus and the other bot share a look of mingled dread and mischief at Megatron's ominous warning. Their daredevil games come with risks.

"Slag it, it's Mags," hisses Rodimus. "We better scram before he throws the book at us!"

Their laughter follows, swerving nimbly aside as Rodimus roars past in a spray of grit. "Like he ever lets us have any fun! Race you back, slowpoke!" With that taunt, they gun their board, kicking up plumes of dust under newly ignited thrusters.

Rodimus snarls a challenge, punching his engine into overdrive to give chase. Though his massive frame handles with ungraceful power, the Captain drives with a fearless intensity rivalled only by Megatron himself in his glory days. "You're on!" He shouts at them.

From the bridge, Megatron watches their mad dash with a derisive snort. Fools to the last, but at least they snatched excitement where they found it, consequences be damned. A trait he can almost respect, Rodimus is a wild sparked bot and the young bot wasn't much better taking after the Prime as if they were batch mates. But Rodimus was fiery protective of them and that's all Megatron could ask.

As Magnus walks in he glitches out when he sees the two bots bolt across the asteroids on hoverboards. Magnus' commanding boom fills their comm channels, causing them both to flinch. "By Primus What are you two doing!, Do you understand the danger you are putting yourself in, not to mention protocol!" He shouts

"That sounds like Big Mags alright," chuckles Rodimus, danger-circuits alight. He guns his engine recklessly, tempting providence with stunts that wring pained static from Magnus' voice.

Beside him, the other bot is all bravado, doing tricks that ought to terminate mere mortals. "Lighten up Mags, we're just having fun!, Megatron's providing supervision" Their laugh is wildly carefree as they swerve through spiralling space debris, back to the shipping bay.

Magnus' reply is a wordless warp of wrath and protocols violated. On the bridge, Megatron observes with sardonic amusement.

Their elated whoops echo into the sullen ship as the two bots land, laughter is passed between them both, they knew they were in for a lecture but neither of them could really care at that moment. They both make their way through the ship.

Megatron watches as Magnus starts having a meltdown, seeing the smaller bot out in the asteroids.

From the command deck, Megatron observes Magnus' escalating tirade with sardonic amusement.

The security director paces like a caged turbofox, field frothing with protocol violations as he excoriates Rodimus and his cohort.

"Reckless endangerment of themselves! Disregard for safety protocols!, I expect this from Rodimus but not from them!" Magnus huffs, massive hands clenching and unclenching. His plating vibrates with barely contained voltage.

Megatron's red optics follow the scene with cynical mirth. It seems some things never change, no matter the millennia - law-bound enforcers and daredevil upstarts will always clash.

He cuts off Magnus' tirade oft. "Let the youngsters play. A little uncontrolled chaos now and then builds character. They aren't causing any harm, primus knows they could be doing worse things, circuit boosters, waging wars" His chuckles.

When Rodimus and the young bot make their way through the halls Megatron and Ultra Magnus are making their way towards them. And Rodimus decides to tease them over getting in trouble.

"Well well, look who's in trouble now," he rumbles, teasingly as he nudges the other bot. One massive hand snakes out to gently tweak an audial fin, eliciting a stubbornly stifled giggle.

They try to swat him off, armour fluffing out in a mock display of aggression. "Back off toaster, you're one to talk!" But their field reflects only playful antagonism toward their mismatched partner in crime.

Rodimus laughs, low and smooth. "Oh, I'm not the one Magnus has his pelts in a twist over. You're the lawbreaker here, delinquent." He buffs their chevron condescendingly with a knuckle plate.

Magnus' grumbles as moves closer. The younger of the two delinquents makes a startled peep, ducking behind Rodimus for scant protection. Their field sparks with mischief and apprehension in equal measure.

Rodimus' engine rumbles a chuckle. "Face your punishment like a mech, squirt. I'll see you in the brig... cause i know thats where im heading" And with that, he steps aside, leaving the young to the Security Director's.

"Rodimus you sell out!" They hiss, Rodimus takes off running before transforming and disappearing around the corner.

Magnus begins going off over both their stupidity and the danger that they had put themselves in.

"Rodimus! When i catch you!" Magnus bellows, at the retreating autobot. His field boils with tightly restrained indignation.

The younger spreads their servos innocently, though poorly banked fires still smoulder behind their smug optics. "What? I was just having a little fun."

"Fun? You call endangering yourself and flouting safety protocols fun?".

"Do you have any idea the liability you've incurred with your selfish stunts?" Magnus huffes, he's not angry just disappointed.

"We were just blowing off some steam. No harm done" they try to defend themself, it was harder when Rodimus wasn't here to back them up.

Magnus optics bulging. "The rules exist to protect life! One mistaken twist could've terminated you both. Do you not understand that" He looms over them, servos gripping their shoulder plating. "Explain yourself. What do you have to say for putting yourself in harms way like that, this is something i expect from Rodimus but you, im drawing a line, no more hoverboard"

"Magnus I'm not a sparkling!, I can have fun, you can't just take my board!." The huff out in anger, "we didn't do anything bad, we just went asteroid surfing, what's the big deal!, Megatron was watching the whole time!" They shout stopping their pedes on the ground as they squint at the enforcer. Magnus' jaw works soundlessly, circuitry spluttering at such blatant insubordination.

Megatron's low rumble cuts through the charging tension. "Easy there, scraplet. Magnus they are right they aren't sparkling, let them enjoy their youth" he states trying to calm down the situation.

"That is NOT the point!" Magnus hisses through clenched denta, glowering down at the insolent youngster. But the outliers field remains resolute, tiny hands fisted on hip joints. A sigh like rupturing turbines escapes Megatron where he observes, unseen, from command. Stubborn fools the both of them.

Magnus flashes incandescent, but dares not defy a direct order. With stiff, grinding steps, he departs, field boiling.

Only the younger bot and Megatron remain. "Rules exist to guide, not imprison. Life's greatest lessons often arise from...bending them, on occasion. Try not to give Magnus a spark attack please" Megatron states while standing waiting for them to walk with him.

"I know Megs but he's been up my Tailpipe over everything I do, reports not being right, having fun, primus I can't even hang out with Rodimus without him getting grumbly at me, 'don't do that, don't do this, no you can't go out on this planet it's too dangerous ' he's not my Sire! " They hiss out in anger, plating rattling lightly from pent up frustration.

Megatron chuckled. He strides the corridor in heavy, purposeful pauldrons, field enveloping smaller frame protectively. "Take it from one who knows - authority stems more from fear, you're the youngest on board, it's only natural that older mech's will try and protect you. Though I do believe Magnus does need to take a step back"

Red optics regard the young mech keenly. "Stand tall. Pursue your passions . And should he overstep, remind him in no uncertain terms who you are. Your strong sparked"

He crouches fluidly before them , digit gentle as steel beneath a chin. "You were made for greatness, little one. Never forget, don't let him stifle your youth, but try not to make him short circuit" A ferocious grin spreads across their face before they take off down the halls.

Ultra Magnus sits in his office, the enforcer's helm is pressed to his servos as he lets out a groan, he has overstepped.

Megatron's mass fills the security office like encroaching gloom, eclipsing what little light permeates the sparse, regulation-bound space. Magnus senses the ex warlord's intrusive field and looks up wearily through digits.

"What do you want, Megatron?" The enforcer's usually stalwart voice holds only exhaustion. Heavy pedes carry Megatron before the desk, where he looms over Magnus imperiously. Yet when he speaks, his tone resembles dark mirth more than threat.

"Come now, Director. Is one impudent youngster truly more than you can handle?" Crimson optics gleam with sardonic amusement. "Your methods lack finesse. Rebellious sparks respond better to understanding than oppression."

Magnus' field flares defensively. "With respect, keeping order is rather outside your expertise. Some of us prioritise crew safety over spectacle."

One of Megatron's digits raises Magnus' chin, forcing optic contact. "Order through fear is a leash, not leadership. True power stems from willing allegiance, not force alone. It took me along time to learn that Ambus"

"Energon for thought. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more orders I need to read through to make sure Swerve isn't trying to order EnerGULP or Biofuel to try and fake as Energex " he states while beginning to type away on the data pad.

"Megatron, they are reckless and going to get themself off-lined or worse" Magnus tried to argue back.

"Ambus you'd be rather harsh to them, they are young, I'm aware of that, but you're treating them as if they are your sparkling" Megatron states. As the enforcer's optics go wide Megatron stifles a chuckle.

Magnus meets Megatron's scarlet gaze with quiet defiance. "My role is keeping order on this ship, not coddling delinquents."

"Yet it seems you have been coddling one rather too much, they are at that stage, if you keep a lock and chain on them they are going to rebel,be glad it's only Rodimus, Tailgate and Drift they tend to be with. Would you rather they be around DJD" Megatron asked with a raised optic.

"Absolutely Not!" Magus shouts.

"My point stands Ambus, perhaps spend some time with them, learn what they enjoy doing, they are rebelling because they don't have the option, they are stuck in a ship with nothing to do, they see Rodimus as friend, batch mate." are his parting words. Magnus watches Megatron's departing form with troubled optics and churning processor. His counsel, however cryptic, raises discomfiting points...

With a heavy ex-vent, Magnus pulls up files on the youngsters in question. The youngest and Rodimus - one a scrappy outlier, the other a wild spark flouting authority at every turn a prime. Opposites yet drawn together like magnets. Why was he so invested in protecting this little outlier

They young outlier sits in their suite, sulking. After the fight with Magnus they had decided it was easier just not being around other bots, they had shot Rodimus a quick message stating that they wanted to be left alone for the rest of the cycle.

They fidget with their data pad huffing in annoyance as they try to fill out their reports.

When the doors open and they see Magnus they grumble. "What do you want?"

Magnus stands silent in the doorway, emanating not wrath but uncertainty. His field broadcasts a cautious olive branch amid pulsing regret. "May I enter?" His tone holds none of the usual stern command,

When they shrug off tired assent, Magnus steps within cautiously, a massive frame filling the space.

Optics rove the bare walls and solitary form, glimpsing an existence circumscribed not by choice but necessity. His tanks churn anew. How had he failed to see the cages, invisible yet profound, binding errant sparks aboard this vessel?

Gingerly Magnus lowers himself to one knee, meeting their averted gaze evenly. "I came to apologise," he rumbles slowly. "My conduct toward you and Rodimus has been...regrettable, I'm sorry."

The young outlier watches guardedly, searching that earnest regard for signs of tyranny or deceit. Magnus also acknowledges his protectiveness and worry over the younger cybertronian.

A sigh escapes Magnus' vents, massive shoulders slumping. "You must understand, my role demands ensuring all under my protection remain safe and functional."

"Then why do you treat me differently?" They shoot back. Magnus goes quiet for a moment. His optics hold a gentle light as they find the younger bots. " When I see you, youthful audacity, venturing into dangers I endured long ago...it stirs memories best left buried. I watch the war wipe out so many sparklings, outliers taken and used for war"

His field pulses rueful ghosts of harsher times. "I never meant to curb your spirit, only shield you from hard lessons learned too soon." Massive fingers lightly brush an audial fin in a gesture both paternal and penitent.

"Perhaps...I allowed duty to eclipse my function as guardian to all aboard." A bittersweet smile tugs at plating. "Megatron, of all mechs, said i needed to step back"

Optics meet in earnest appeal. "If you'll permit it, I wish to walk a new path, try and be better, it won't stop my worry but you don't deserve to be caged ." His field pulses only patience, regret and stubborn care worn soft by wisdom's dawning light. Care for the future of this young bot.

"I know I'm a young spark, but I'm not a sparkling Ultra Magnus, I know I'm the youngest on ship but I'm not a sparkling " they states quietly. The two sit beside each other.

Magnus nods solemnly, settling beside the young mech and curling his field around their smaller frame protectively.

"You are right. I treated you as one much younger, when your spark burns as fiercely as any aboard." A massive hand rests gently on a plated shoulder.

His gaze holds Tiny's earnestly. "From this moment, consider me not a jailer but guardian here to ensure your path remains lighted, not bar it. To advise and shelter, if you'll have me, I... I will try not to short circuit over your dangerous activity." A beat of silence as understanding passes unspoken between them. Then Magnus offers a small, indulgent smile.

"I've much to learn as well, little one. I'm sorry, I have been as Rodimus calls it a stick in the mud" he states and it makes the younger burst out laughing.

"Can you help me with these reports, I'm struggling with understanding what you want, the words keep moving around and I just don't understand" they state while holding out the data pad. Magnus leans in closer slowly reading over everything before trying to break it down for the outlier.

Things are peaceful for once between them, he helps with the small things and realises a lot in that time. But when he does eventually leave he catches a small slip up from them. "Thanks Sire" they call out, it makes him stiffen but a smile crosses his face as he leaves, he wouldn't tell anyone how it made him feel.

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kenziesstarrynight · 3 months ago

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Astrology and Why I have a tendency to date older people

Hello, I just wanted to share with you some of my astrological thoughts and how it relates to my dating life, in particular. I will start off by saying that I do have an Aquarius venus, conjunct mars, uranus and neptune. Not too sure if that has anything to do with it, but regardless. I have moon opposite saturn in my chart, so anyone who's really close to being the same age as me will have their saturn opposite my moon. In this lifetime, I know I am supposed to open my heart, in order to feel and see joy. (North node in 5th house) and if I always let Saturn take the reigns I probably will not have that(Saturn aspecting my north node). Plus, I already have a hard enough time processing and validating my own feelings, and I'm not trying to have an outside influence enforce that further.

I notice if I date anyone *slightly* older or younger by a year or two, I still have to deal with Saturn squares in synastry. Most often with people slightly younger than me, I have their saturn square my venus(chart ruler) and have their neptune conjunct that same point. It's not fun being idolized and still somehow at the same time being subjected to unrealistic expectations.

Anyone slightly older that me usually will have saturn in pisces, I don't usually have an issue with that unless they make a square aspect to my mercury or pluto. With pluto ruling my 7th house and mercury in my 8th, it usually creates blockages to the intimacy I crave.

My longest relationship so far was with someone who's saturn was conjunct my pluto and sextile my venus/mars. There was a 12yr age gap and we were together for 2 yrs before I left. I loved him a lot but at the same time the things that were happening in the relationship I felt were completely unacceptable, and I learned a hard lesson on figuring out what I wanted and what I was willing to accept in a relationship, and how to really look out for myself(my saturn in aries).

The man that I am with now, we also have a 12yr age gap. We have been together for a little over a year now. His saturn in scorpio is in my 7th house, not making a lot of harsh aspects, and he also has placements in my 5th house conjunct my north node, with his jupiter conjunct my venus/mars. His north node is conjunct my ascendant and trine my north node. When we first met, I was starting at a new job, where he worked. I wasn't looking to be in a relationship at the time, but soon my trainer noticed that he was staring at me. I remember looking at him back and then being hit with the feeling that we were the only ones in the room, full of people. He's the only one I really wanted to talk to. That's how I think you know you've found the one. You could be in a crowded room full of people but they would be the only person you truly see, and want to talk to. I have never been happier with anyone else in my life, and I truly believe he could be the one for me.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading my rambling astrology thoughts, I hope I can bring you insights to your own journey.

#astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #synastry #astro notes #kenziesstarrynight #aquarius #aquarius venus

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skyler1290 · 6 months ago

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Bad news: I'm sick. Good news: that gave me free time to work on Raspberry and Mercurial Knight's appearances.

Raspberry Cookie -

Raspberry Cookie’s Soul Jam is a half crimson, half-dark blue flower-looking symbol, a reference to how flowers can represent a lot of things and how Raspberry, back in the Hollyberry Kingdom, used to manage quite a few jobs and responsibilities. Her Soul Jam is the Light of Loyalty.

She has crimson hair with light pink swirls in it. Her hair used to be long, but paralleling what one of her fellow Neo-Ancients did when he ran away from his kingdom, she cut hers shorter too. It’s about shoulder length now. Due to this, instead of tying her hair, she leaves it untouched since it’s a bit too short to style in that way.

Raspberry wears a short, dark-red jacket with a hood. More often than not, her hood is up. She still wears her tailcoat but no longer sports her cravat or her epaulettes.

Raspberry Cookie also doesn’t wear her gloves anymore; as mentioned in another post, she gave them to Kouign-Amann Cookie (her gloves are light pink in this AU, unlike how they’re white in the canon storyline. It's a bit of a useless change, but it doesn’t do anything negative).

A pastel blue ribbon can be seen tied around the former princess’ waist (and yes, she is Royal Berry’s younger sister in this AU and has Jungleberry as a sister-in-law. The age gap is huge, however). She wears white pants and short, brown, diamond-shaped boots.

As for jewelry, she doesn’t have any besides her two necklaces.

Her Soul Jam is embedded into one of her necklaces as a charm.

Mercurial Knight Cookie -

Mercurial Knight Cookie’s Soul Jam is a half aquamarine and half cream camellia sinensis leaf. The representation of that shape will be revealed later on in the fic. His Soul Jam is the Light of Detachment.

The top part of his hair is white, and the lower part is black. Unlike his fellow Neo-Ancients (other than Stormbringer, maybe), he didn’t alter his hair or tie it up into any hairstyle that’s different from how his hair is styled or seen on your average day.

Mercurial Knight wears a gray fur cloak (without the hood), abandoning his shoulder blades. He still wears the armor that he wore at the Faerie Kingdom, but he’s been thinking of changing it for a while now. Mercurial is unsure of such a choice, however. It would be more of an emotional decision if he kept it, but he’s the holder of the Light of Detachment, so that’d be slightly hypocritical of him, wouldn’t it?

Unlike before, his wings are folded underneath his fur cloak most of the time. There’s two hidden openings in the cloak that can be zipped open and closed for his wings whenever he doesn’t want them folded, however.

He also wears a gray waist cape, which reaches to about his ankles. His gray boots reach up to his knees, but he may also change the boots in time since they’re part of his Faerie Kingdom attire.

This is also the time when I’ll be mentioning that all of the Neo-Ancients wear a necklace with a light blue crystal charm. Consider it their ‘friendship’ necklace (it may hold more of a purpose).

His Soul Jam is the clasp of his fur cloak.

I'm doing my best to change Raspberry's backstory in a way that fits into the story. And also, I'd like you guys to note that Stormbringer was brought up differently in this AU and has a different status from the canon storyline, so quite a few aspects of her personality and goals will and may differ.

(Beast Ancients AU by: @cuppajj )

#raspberry cookie #mercurial knight cookie #stormbringer cookie #beast ancients au fic #cookie run kingdom

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itgirlgyu · 2 years ago

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TIP TOE ! kang taehyun.

ꪆ୧ boxer! taehyun x fem!reader....ʬʬ synopsis : on a stifling summer day, you ask your friend to teach how to punch, but he might not be the best tutor to go to... WORD COUNT. 1240.

Tip toeing wasn't going to work in Taehyun's favour.

Clementine heat persisted in the afternoon air in the nameless summer of that year; a little cynical, tasting of slight bitter you had found him perched on a wooden bench underneath the cerulean shade of the persimmon tree. His bandaged knuckles supported his chin—your incisive eyes zeroing onto the rubies that embellished the ivory canvas hidden by that book he had been reading, his eyes following the flow of all those foreign words, lost in the universe that belonged in those many pages.

Not for long though.

You had always resembled a storm to Taehyun; mercurial, and merciless. A bittersweet remuneration for all the adventures you had presented him with, awarding him with a joy he had never dared to dream. Like summer, you rushed in with the fury of a thousand suns; a sun-dazed lopsided smile always hanging off your face. Your messy hair, the sweat glimmering like diamonds on your face, and the chip on your teeth—wearing a golden courage on your sleeve, you entice him.

"Teach me how to throw a punch!" You announced with an adolescent alacrity.

Taehyun blinked his eyes in surprise. Your baffling request threw him for a bit before he collected himself and batted his eyelash to get a grip on reality, and assess the situation. Putting his book beside, he rested his chin on his knuckle, silently beseeching you to state the reason, or why you seeked him out specially for this outlandish task.

You shrugged your shoulders—the glimmer in your eyes dimming for a bit before it resurfaced: and he realised you weren't letting this go.

Taehyun stood behind you—a decorous gap between the two of you as he instructed you on how to position yourself properly. Despite the cordial distance between the two of you, Taehyun could rudely feel the sultry heat that radiated off your back through the ridiculously thin layer of cloth you had been donning; your uncoordinated strut as he instructed had not been in his favour either. Those accidental caresses of your back on his chest resembled zaps of electricity that ran through his body every time, and it only got harder, and harder to put on an act as if it had no effect on him.

"Keep your knees bent! " Taehyun hissed, and you followed his instruction, all while maintaining the prior instruction he had drilled inside your head. Your left hand in front of your face to guard it, and your right hand in a fist. Looking at him from the corner of your eyes in a mute attempt to seek his approval. Subtle notions of anxiety etched over your features that only smoothed out with a nod of his head.

Missing the modest smile that slipped through Taehyun's strict instructor demeanour only by a few ill-starred seconds as he wiped his face of any unkempt genial emotions, and focused his keep eyes on your stance, and the elbow that kept jutting out. Taehyun's finger ghosted over the elbow—hesitation dripping from his finger tip as his eyes gazed at the side of your face, you still remained unfazed by the close proximity the two of you shared.

Iridescent pearls made their abode on the softness of your skin. With the sweltering summer heat as their excuse, they touched you so shamelessly. Taehyun's heartbeats picked as did the race between the beads of sweat from your cheek to your jugular; Taehyun's keen eyes followed their movements so meticulously, as did his breathing; It was getting too hard to breath so near you.

"Tuck in your elbow, and assume the right position." Taehyun instructed, stepping backwards to make it seem he was looking over your positions. You nodded enthusiastically and did as he said. One foot above the other, knees get down, and your elbow tucked.

"Now when you punch, you have to use your entire body. The power does not just come from your arm," Taehyun explained, moving in front of you to teach you properly, "but legs, hips and torso. You have to rotate your entire lower body as you swing, like this—"

Taehyun stood beside you, with his right hand near his chin to guard his face, and his left hand in a fist; he turned around to make sure you were listening to him but he had not expect to come across the look on your face—beaming enthusiasm tucked beneath your apple of the cheeks, as they blushed underneath the rays of sun and those sparkles of stars abandoned in your eyes—causing Taehyun fumble with his own thoughts; taken aback by the mirthy radiance.

Taehyun gulped down, and blamed it on the heatwave, and continued his explaining, assuming his position once again, "You have to keep this elbow slightly bent—" He demonstrated with his lead hand, which happened to his left hand, "and your wrist has to be straight."

You nodded, copying his movements with Taehyun watching over you as if he is going to be your coach in the Olympics. Only when he had been satisfied by your wrist, after calling it a limp wrist a few times, he moved onto the next part.

"Rotate your arms as you extend-" Taehyun studied as you did the same as him with his hawk-like eyes, "And when you punch, your fist has to have the palm facing down." He languidly adhered to his own instruction, before turning his focus onto you as copied his action, albeit clumsily. With his hands on his hips, he told you to the sequence once again, but while exerting the force with your lower body instead of the arm.

"You look like a flailing duckling, come on with more power!" Taehyun yelled once more from his seat atop of the bench. His teeth breaking through the soft surface of the peach he had gotten from god knows where, as he 'encouraged' you to do better. Despite the sweet taste dancing on the top of his tongue, the words laced in the syrup that tumbled down his lips felt acrid to you.

"I'M TIRED!" You whined, throwing one more punch with your right hand before matching towards Taehyun and snatching his half eaten peach away from him. Biting near the place he had bitten into without an inch of doubt delaying you—you had tangled your fingertips into the string of his hearts, pulling onto it with such ease, and causing him such an unnecessary dilemma. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he jumped down—further closing in the gap that you were the first one to walk into.

"Didn't know I had such a loser for a student." He enunciated each word with the intention to dig into your ego, bruising it much like your pale fingertips were burrowing onto the softness of the peach you had hijacked from him. If you were going to get under his skin, he had every right to get under yours.

Donning a smug smile on his succulent lips, he took back battered fruit from your hands before sinking his teeth right into where you had been, Peering into the incensed allure that marred your juvenile splendour, the heart strings tugging once again when he noticed how cutely your furrowed brows shook as you tried to control yourself from jumping on him and giving him a taste of your fury.

If tip-toeing wasn't going to work in Taehyun's favour, why should he persist?

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