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spxllcxstxr · 4 years ago

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Request: Hi! Could I request a Soulmate AU with Sirius please? Marauders era with matching tattoos. No rush and thank you 🌹🖤 — @fific7

Summary: Mary is determined to find your soulmate and not even an oncoming storm will stop her. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: some tattoo talk?, rain, thunder, I guess hints/implied bullying, Peter makes an appearance but like he’s not a key part and he’s not like bad or anything

Word Count: 2.3k

A.N: This is the kind of star I’m envisioning for your soulmark (just not yellow) I actually never specify the color, so you can imagine any color you want. This took me like a week to write for some reason. But I like how it turned out. Hopefully you guys do too! Love you all ❤️

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No one ever told you that soulmarks tingled.

When the eight pointed star seared itself into the flesh of the inside of your left elbow at age sixteen, you thought that was it. You thought that it would just sit there innocently to the point where it wouldn’t cross your mind every second of every day, but Merlin were you wrong.

The prickling of the mark was constant, like pins and needles jabbing relentlessly into your arm. It wasn’t exactly painful, it was just an obnoxious and infuriating reminder that you still haven’t found your soulmate.

Hogwarts was practically the place for the vast majority of witches and wizards to find their soulmate, as it was basically the only topic discussed amongst the sixth and seventh years.

Honestly, you just wanted your mark to stop its incessant tingling to the point where you wouldn’t mind anyone being your soulmate. You’ve never heard any complaints from your friends who had already found their true loves, so you assume that the sensation stops eventually.

But you were tired of scratching at your arm making it look like you had some weird sort of flesh eating disease. It was unflattering and highly inconvenient.

Sure, you could run around like a headless hippogriff with your sleeve rolled up asking everyone you encounter if they’ve seen another person with that identical mark, but that’s not romantic. And you wanted romantic, Merlin damn it.

Plus, imagine the burn of embarrassment that would overtake your entire being if no one shared your soulmark. You shudder at the mere thought.

So, you learn to live with it.

You almost want to rip your arm off when it gets particularly bad while studying or trying to get the perfect measurement for your potion, but after a full year you’re almost used to it.

You’re used to how often your friends would gush about their own soulmates and their constant questions about why you’re still single as well.

Mary MacDonald, one of your best friends, had already found her soulmate, some boy from Beauxbatons that sent her too many Howlers during breakfast, but they loved each other, so who were you to complain?

But ever since she found hers, she’s been pretty determined to seek out yours. Even getting her boyfriend to ask around his own school. You can never show your face around Beauxbatons and that’s final.

She’ll make you sit around the courtyard, pretending to read a book, while she scans the arms of the many crowds in search of your star. Mary tries to walk in on top secret Quidditch practices to get a glimpse of any rolled up sleeves, but so far, no good.

That’s really the only reason she’s dragging you down to the Black Lake even though dark grey clouds are hanging heavy in the sky.

“Mary!” You huff as she drags you down the grassy hills, the smell of rain thick in the air. “I know what you’re doing, I’m not daft, y’know.”

Her hand tightens around yours as she starts to feel you resist.

“What I’m doing? (Y/n), it’s a nice day to just hang out at the lake!” Mary cries, the lie hidden well if she wasn’t your best friend.

“Mary it’s about to torrential downpour.” You scoff.

“I thought you liked the rain.” She shrugs innocently, the sound of weeds getting crushed beneath your school shoes loud in your ears.

“Mary, my soulmate might not even be at Hogwarts!” You exclaim, trying to get out of this whole situation. You could be curled up by the fire with a sugar quill, but no, why would Mary let you have some peace and quiet? “They might be older or younger than me—“

“Well we won’t know that, will we, until we check everyone in our year first.” She insists.

The deep murky water is in sight, a few people are lazily lounging around the water’s edge. Like they haven’t even noticed the rain clouds overhead.

“You’re obsessed.” You sigh, finally stopping your attempts to wriggle away from her.

“It’s because I love you.” She smiles sweetly at you, cheeks pushed high, obscuring her dark eyes.

You continue to rub the inside of your arm against the side of your abdomen, attempting to find some sort of relief. The scratchy fabric of your white button down against your grey vest is probably the most effective. The closer to the bank you get, the better you’re able to make out the figures.

The owner of the vibrant red hair was obviously Lily, one of Mary’s friends, and also the more sensible of the group considering her coat was tightly wrapped around her. She’s in a somewhat similar situation as you—she hasn’t shown her soulmark to anyone. However, if what Mary drunkenly told you one night is true, it matches James Potter’s to a tee. Poor her.

Peter was also there, kicking rocks around and chuckling at whatever story Lily was telling them. His Gryffindor jumper is a little short on him while his slacks are a little long, mud dirtying the hem of them. As far as you know, he doesn’t even have a soulmark. It’s not uncommon or something to be ashamed of, but ever since certain people found out, it’s been quite the issue. Sure the infamous Marauders took care of the situation the best they could, but the damage was already done.

The last person was obviously Sirius, you could tell by the way he has his wand situated in his bun. He was closer to the water, picking up flat stones to skip across. His bark like laugh echoing across the space. You and Mary weren’t too far from the group now, so you could tell that the top two buttons of his dress shirt were popped open. Sirius Black’s soulmark was another mystery. He seems like the type to brag about something as important as a soulmark, but as far as you know, only James, Remus, and Peter were privy to that sort of information.

“Hey guys!” Lily perks up, waving at the two of you.

You smile and wave at her, but as Mary stops and chat, you gravitate closer to Peter and Sirius.

“So where are the other two?” You ask, watching as his stone skips across the water, finally ending with a satisfying plunk!

Sirius turns to face you, a few loose strands framing his face, blowing slightly in the wind.

“Detention.” He remarks casually, lazily trying to tame his curls.

“And you two aren’t?”

Peter shakes his head enthusiastically, blond hair bobbing around. “Sirius and I managed to escape before Slughorn lost it.”

“Hey Pete!” You hear Mary call from behind you. “Don’t you wanna know what you missed in Muggle Studies?”

“Shit, yeah.” Peter bounds over to where Lily and Mary are sitting, leaving you and Sirius alone. Your feet shuffle at the predicament.

You slowly inch closer to Sirius, the large distance awkward without a third person. You’re forced to hold down a wince as your mark prickles almost painfully.

Sirius’ eyes are almost the same shade as the clouds in the sky as they pierce into yours.

“You know how to skip rocks?” He tosses you a smooth stone which you catch effortlessly.

You open your mouth to respond but before you’re able to, you’re cut off by a clap of thunder. The ripples of thunder makes you jump slightly.

“We should probably go inside—“ You start, shivering at the cold wind that begins to roll past you.

“Scared of a little thunder, (Y/n)?” Sirius teases, smirking at your shivering form.

“Don’t be a prick.” You snort. “Just throw your rock.”

You push the thought of the oncoming storm to the back of your mind as you position yourself on the bank.

The water laps at you shoes as you toe the edge, running your thumb over the smooth surface. You mirror Sirius’ position, slightly crouched at the knee, body angled towards the lake.

“One...two...three!”

You watch his body move fluidly through the positions, the stone releasing and skipping across the water delicately. Not only do you get distracted by Sirius, but the mark on your arm gives a sudden jolt, making your posture falter and your stone crash recklessly into the lake.

Sirius brings a ringed fist up to his mouth, trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

“It’s not that funny.” You grumble, embarrassed.

“I mean, it’s pretty fucking hilarious. I thought you said you knew how to skip rocks?” He crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrows raised, a chuckle still lightly escaping his amused smile.

“Technically, I didn’t tell you shit.” You remark. “The thunder cut me off.”

“Ah yes. The spooky thunder.” He drawls, wagging his painted fingers at you mockingly.

You bring your hand up to flick him off when you feel a cool dot of water drop onto your hand.

“Hey, did you just feel a—“

In the middle of talking, one raindrop becomes hundreds, the torrential downpour almost instantly soaking you to your bones. You hair plasters to your skin, clothes clinging onto you.

“—raindrop?” You utter weekly, a chill coming over you.

Your eyes widen as you look at Sirius, how his dark hair sticks wildly to his face, like curtains across his eyes.

Lily and Mary let out identical high pitched shrieks, and you hear the sound of mud squelching as the three run back towards the castle.

As Sirius tries to wipe the wet hair from his face, you grab onto his wrist, pulling him as your sprint back to the castle. You’re fumbling as you try not to slip in the mud but at the same time try get to the cover of the castle quickly.

“A little thunder, my arse, Sirius!” You huff out, his wrist still grasped tightly in your hand.

You hear him chuckle behind you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Cold water traces down your back and fills your shoes, your discomfort rapidly increasing with every step and every second you spend outdoors.

Your mind drifts off to Sirius, who was only in his white uniform button down. He must be freezing.

After sloshing through puddles and mucking up your shoes, you manage to get under the cover of the stone castle.

Your teeth are chattering and you body trembles, but at least the rain isn’t cutting into your skin anymore.

Lily, Mary, and Peter are nowhere to be found, though they’re probably making their way to the Gryffindor common room already.

Sirius is wringing out his drenched dark curls, his wand between his lips, but you’re too focused in the face that his shirt is now completely see through. Your eyes wander as you ogle his fit body, shamelessly trailing everywhere. You bite your bottom lip at your confidence.

However, something catches your eye as you admire his arms. A black splotch. Like a tattoo in the inside of his elbow. You somehow go colder than you already were.

“Admiring my beauty—Hey!”

You step forward and latch onto his arm, trying to get a better look at the spot on his arm. Initially, he struggles, but you jab your finger into his skin, your own mark tingling beneath your wet clothes.

“What’s your problem, (Y/n)?” He angrily grunts.

“What’s this, Sirius?” You demand, looking at him.

“Why?” Sirius rips his arm out of your grasp, trying his best to hide the mark from you.

“Because,” You explain, rolling up your own sleeve to expose the eight pointed star on your arm. “We might have something in common.”

Your entire body erupts into shivers both from the cold wind against your soaked skin and the way your soulmark buzzing.

The star stands out against your skin and you watch Sirius’ eyes widen, his jaw going slightly slack.

“Sirius.” You whisper. “I need to know if you’re my soulmate.”

The rain pounds against the castle, wind whistles, and thunder claps, and yet you don’t jump. You’re too focused on Sirius’ expression.

Silently, he brings his index finger to your mark and lightly traces the shape with his fingertip. His finger is cold, but you barely realize it because of the shock that runs through your body, originating from his touch. Goosebumps run wildly across your flesh.

He swallows harshly before pulling away and recklessly pushes his sleeve up the length of his arm. Your heart beats wildly in your chest in anticipation.

Sirius shoves his arm in front of you and you bring your gaze to focus on the inside of his elbow.

And there it is.

His soulmark.

Your soulmark.

The lines are clean and the points are sharp, the star is clear against his skin.

“Oh.”

“You’re my soulmate.” Sirius mutters. “Oh thank Merlin!” He’s laughing, a smile growing across his face.

His laughter is infectious and you find yourself joining him, practically jumping with glee.

Sirius latches onto you, pulling your wet bodies close. He brings his lips to your forehead, warmth spreading from the contact.

“We should celebrate.” Sirius remarks, pulling away just enough to see your entire form.

“Hold on.” You chuckle. “I think you’re forgetting to do something.”

His grey eyes flick down to your lips. “How could I ever forget the best part?” He smirks.

You lips are slow to connect, relishing in the sounds of the rain and how his his hands wrap around your elbows, thumb pressed into your mark.

When they finally join together, you feel whole. Like two puzzle pieces linked together. Eyes flutter shut as emotion run rampant through your body. Your mark tingles before fizzling out when you and Sirius disconnect.

You’re breathless as you cling onto him, as he clings onto you.

“We’ve got a party to throw,” Sirius grabs your hand. “soulmate.”

A stupid grin makes its way across your face.

“Lead the way, soulmate.”

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ginkgomoon · 4 years ago

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Shaw's Birth Chart- An Astrological Study

Late second birthday gift to Shaw. I haven't done any heavy analyses/studies in a while but I felt happy that I also completed some good solid Shaw content! Please enjoy. *Cries because it's finally done and before June is over.*

What is Astrology?

Astrology is the study of stars- the placements and movements of different celestial bodies to correlate what’s happening on Earth. It comes from the early Latin word astrologia.

There’s a rule that we live by-

As above so below

This means whatever happens within our solar system will ultimately affect us here on Earth. For example, the moon governs our emotions, and since our body is approximately 70% water, why wouldn’t the moon affect us too? But it’s not just us, it's the moon’s gravitational pull on the oceans, in the same sense, it’s also the moodiness you may feel during full moons!

There’s many aspects to Astrology, and that would normally be too much for a single post so I’ll be elaborating on the major contributions to one’s birth chart. This will include the planets and the signs.

There’s the inner planets, consisting of the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars and Venus, moving quickly within the chart. Then there’s the outer planets, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus and Pluto, the slower moving planets. And of course, the different signs of the zodiac with different personalities. They follow the order beginning with Aries, then Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and finally Pisces.

Shaw's Placements

Sun ☉ The Sun represents our character, personal identity and ego. Your star sign is also known as your Sun sign. It is the “you”. The “Self”. It shows your creative force, confidence, focus and our will to live. It’s the driving force of our charts in many ways, like how it is centred in our solar system. It’s the part of us that is the “adult”, censoring the “inner child”, and overall provides information on our vitality, and what we came to do.

Shaw's Sun is in Gemini ♊︎ The air sign of Gemini is famous for their self-expression and communication. Geminis are witty, clever and flexible people. They can easily gain social contacts just as they can easily adapt in various situations and communicate through intellectual conversations. Geminis love to collect and share all sorts of information and are rather seen to be “geniuses”.

Although, they can be easily bored if they’re not getting enough mental stimulation. Geminis with their abilities to detach themselves make them excellent observers, but this can make them very difficult to be close to and be intimate with. People note them to be confusing and hard to understand, but this is because their mind is always active and switching from one topic to another (as they are represented by “the Twins”). Geminis enjoy seeing the “lighter” side of life, making them more fun and pleasing to be around. It’s guaranteed that there is never a dull moment when you’re with a Gemini!

Shaw holds a good representation as a Gemini. He always has a witty remark to say to MC, has a way with words, is shown by how he reacts to “fight or flight” situations, and stresses the usage of his favourite word, “bored”. Shaw, by having this placement of the Sun in Gemini also gives much strength to his Mercury (the planet of communication) which is also in Gemini (more on this later).

Shaw: “What do people usually do during dates?”

MC: “Uh, it’s usually eating, shopping and watching movies.”

Shaw: “That’s too boring, isn’t it? Since it’s a date with you, I’d like to get your feedback. What would you like to do?”

MC: “Nothing else.”

Shaw: “Then, what do you want to do?”

He thought for a couple of seconds and raised his eyebrows slowly, with a hint of glimmer of dark light in his eyes.

“You'll agree to anything that I do…?” -One Day Date

MC: “Why did you suddenly take an interest in reading?”

Shaw: “For the final exam.”

Despite his concentration, he flipped the pages with incredible speed- it seemed as if he didn't like what he read. -Summer Night Birthday Date

Shaw values all forms of communication and self-expression, whether it would be through music, writing, and teaching others about ancient relics. Additionally, it appears that he enjoys a range of hobbies, such as playing the bass, skateboarding and spray-painting, due to his interest in the wide variety of passions he developed. MC notices this on one of her earliest dates with him.

MC: “Hey, you seem to have a wide range of hobbies.” -One Day Date

Moon ☾ The Moon in our charts shows what your home is like, your upbringing, the relationship between your mother, the unconscious, your instincts and what you need. It tells us a lot about a person’s emotions, how they deal with it and how they express it to others.

Shaw's Moon is in Capricorn ♑︎ Productivity, work, and feeling useful and respected are the basic need for Lunar Caps. They like to keep their emotions in check, as they want to maintain being the cool-headed, practical and steady person of any group and in any project. Moon in Capricorn suggests that they have clear boundaries and realistic kinds of goals, looking for reassurance and security in what they do. They value and respect tradition and all things tangible and real. Moon Caps look forward to working towards their distant future goals, planning one step at a time. When feeling moody, their emotions will emphasise the pressure they had already put on themselves. Additionally, this is why letting their guard down to be comforted and to be reminded that they are not alone is very beneficial. Capricorns are unwilling to stand down, especially when it comes to emotionally “letting go”, hiding their sensitivity under a sarcastic manner. Wherever Capricorn is found in the chart, there is a desire for control, structure, and organisation. Emotions are well dealt with and handled in an efficient and practical manner.

There is a certain mysteriousness and sadness behind Shaw that can be subtly detected and yet to further explore deeply. This might have come from past trauma, possibly related to family relations. He has realistic expectations and justifications for his emotions, and when it comes to his goals, he will utilise these to help him slowly achieve them. Shaw is slowly letting his guard around MC, and gradually allowing him to love.

MC: “How can you draw so well?” I murmured quietly, envying his skills which require much talent.

Shaw: “Is it good? In a few months, it will fade into obscure and worthless trash."

He glanced at the wall with an undisguised contempt, as if it was not his own work that he was judging.

“It’s a failure.” He shook a spray can and started spraying it on the wall.

MC: “Wait! Why are you doing this?”

Shaw did not avert his eyes, and stood with his arms folded, refusing to give in.

Shaw: “But it's flawed now.” -One-Day Date

After a few seconds of silence, he frowned and put everything in his arms back on the table except for a can of coke. “Don’t act like you know me so well.” -Exciting Moments Date

Perhaps it was because I didn't believe that Shaw would appear so calm or so still, or because I wanted to explore why he looked so focused, I also looked at him in silence.

Shaw: “You really like to immerse yourself in your past.”

MC: “Find strength through the memories, then grow and become stronger.” I suddenly recalled a line from a TV series, and read it out.

A flicker of doubt flashed through his eyes, and eventually condensed into a dismissive look.

Shaw: “Who told you that we can only become stronger with memories?”

MC: “Why are you so dismissive?”

Speaking of which, what made Shaw so strong if it’s not finding strength from his “memory” or “past”?

Shaw: Why are you telling me this? Reminiscing every day means you’re getting old.”

Rain started to shower from the gloomy sky. I looked up, and found that the dark clouds were only above this small area of filming location. It was actually very sunny over at the antique market.

Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, and was even getting lighter as he predicted. He pulled at his hair, shaking off the scattering beads of rain. Such serenity did not match my impression of him, yet it was unexpectedly harmonious and natural.

MC: “Are you the rain god? Why does it always rain when I'm out with you?”

Shaw: “It’s because I can control the weather.”

At this point, the rain, which had stopped just a short while, suddenly fell again, but more densely. The smirk on his face was not gone yet. The rain seemed to be getting heavier. I felt more saddened as he spoke, yet Shaw just laughed. -Seeking Date

As a Capricorn Moon, his value and respect for tradition, and in all things tangible is very much obvious, and is highlighted with his display of knowledge about historic relics in Loveland’s museum shown in various dates, being the only student in the Department of Archeology of in Loveland University, as well in this scene from Season 2 that I couldn’t bear to leave out.

Mercury ☿ Mercury is the communication planet. When you write, speak, absorb information and how rational we are, you’re using your Mercury. It refines our Sun sign and helps define how we take in and give out information. It also talks about short distance travelling, governing your thirst for knowledge, your wit and negotiating skills. If someone is an excellent talker, it’s thanks to their Mercury placements.

Shaw's Mercury in Gemini ♊︎ Since Mercury is already ruled by Gemini, which makes it a favourable placement for quick-witted communication. Gemini Mercury placements may come across as being scattered and restless, but this is because of their different interests, seemingly knowing a little bit about everything. They easily gain knowledge where all sorts of facts and figures are up their alley, however generally have too many interests to deeply delve all into one. They can thrive in a stimulating environment as they are fast adapters who effortlessly learn and multitask at lightning speed.

This overlaps with Shaw’s Gemini Sun Placement. He may confuse MC sometimes with his personality and wit, but it’s nice to see MC adapt to it as well, because they have a lot to learn and grow from each other. He encourages MC to live life more boldly, while she teaches him to take things slower and be more aware of how his emotions and thoughts should work in harmony under special circumstances.

“He has no problem with the noise from rehearsals, and yet he can't stop criticising me for being noisy. He gets easily bored by things and yet he never gets tired on aimless strolls. Moreover, he always disagrees with me…” -Exciting Moment Date

MC: “Are you doing something illegal?”

Shaw: “What do you think?” Shaw looked at me playfully, and I could not help taking a step back vigilantly.

MC: “I'm a good law-abiding citizen and I won't be your accomplice!”

Shaw: “That's not up to you.”

MC: “Oh no! What should we do, what if we get caught!”

Shaw: “Nothing. Having a date at the police station should be a good experience.” -One-Day Date

Additionally, those reoccurring moments when he says that he had changed his mind also stems from the “twinning” aspect of Gemini in his thought process.

Shaw: “Give the cake and forks to me.”

MC: “Didn’t you say you didn’t want it?”

Shaw: “I changed my mind.” -Exciting Moments Date

Venus ♀︎ The planet Venus is ultimately the planet of love, beauty, wealth, our material things and what we do with all that sort of jazz. It’s the pleasures, our sentiments, what we do for leisure and what we value. Grace, charm, creativity, and entertainment are ruled by Venus. We can use this planet to see how we approach relationships of the heart, investigate our ability to attract and the attraction to others (or things).

Shaw's Venus is in Cancer ♋︎ These kinds of people are quite sensitive and insecure when it comes to love, with egos perhaps said to be a little bit undeveloped but have so much love, comfort, security, and care to offer. These aspects are emphasised for Cancers, who pay more attention to your feelings rather than said words. All they want is a safe, solid and secure relationship. They can be moody when it comes to love, though they are not afraid of emotional confrontations and to put their emotions on display when feeling it’s safe.

But once they are hurt, they will have a hard time forgiving. Pleasing them will involve a lot of sentimentality, as recognising their influences and attachments are from the family and home. When fearful of being rejected, they can resort to some frustrating tactics to find out how loved they are. Venus Cancers will want to be cared for, and in return their partner will be rewarded with a loving, dependable and patient lover.

Shaw puts up a front with his teasing and seemingly lack of interest to attend events with MC, though we can tell that he’s a very thoughtful and intuitive lover. Once he has allowed himself to internally address his feelings, he will use straightforward methods in how he communicates it to MC, again, strengthened by his Gemini placements. Additionally, Cancers will cling onto something or someone that is of value to them, because it evokes memories and emotions. In the same sense, if there is someone that Shaw has his eye on, he will inch closer to them, and will be unwilling to give them up once he has them.

I tried to reach out and pull him down while watching out for him, but he just took me by surprise and grabbed my hand instead. I quickly pressed down my skirt with the other hand. Probably realising something, his amber eyes widened slightly, then let go of me, with a low “tsk”. -Seeking Date

Shaw: “Why can’t you let that go?”

MC: Because I'm sick of you treating me like this. One time, you waited for me to get to the Live House to tell me that there was a change in venue, and there was also this one time when you- achoo!”

I pulled my jacket tighter around myself. Suddenly there was a rustle above my head and I found myself covered in a warm coat. Shaw stood up without a word as if he didn't hear me. Clad in a white shirt, he looked at once familiar and strange from behind.

Then I noticed his hand in the pocket. I was expecting him to conjure something for me like he did last time with the Dragonfly Eye. Before I could react, Shaw suddenly grabbed me by hand. With no gloves on, he tightly wrapped his slender fingers around my palm. I felt an unexpectedly soft and warm sensation.

MC: “Let go of me!”

Shaw: “No, I don’t want to.”

Shaw: “You've been asking questions about me all day. Do you really want to get to know me? Bring your ear closer. I can tell you all about myself.”

-Exciting Moments Date

His hand flew past my face and landed on the back of my head. With a slight jerk, he pulled me toward him. Our foreheads were then pressed together, and I felt the warmth of his forehead resting on mine, my breath on my skin, his unintentional touch, and his body pressed against mine. -Summer Night Birthday Date

“Do you like me? Yes or no?” -Unanswered Phone Call

Mars ♂︎ Mars is the go-getter planet. Full of fire and passion, nothing would be done without it. It can give insights on how we can chase our goals and what our desires and our plans of attack are. Aggressive behaviour, lust and anger fall under this planet.

Shaw's Mars is in Libra ♎︎ Mars Libras often reflect about the things they do before they act, needing to weigh out all the decisions first. They also can get easily caught up in defending themselves and others, as well as charming others to win others’ favour if needed. They wish to not be disturbed in their life or how they “operate”, going about with the desire to balance everything, with almost having a seemingly passive-aggressive approach to situations. Mars Libras know when to compromise and manage conflict, as well as predicting problems and discord well in advance. Libras will question themselves on how they can make the playing field more fair, intervening when necessary and when things aren’t. Shaw demonstrates this during his bus stop intervention when he first meets MC, on his dates with her, as well as his confrontation with Gavin.

“Don’t hesitate if you have already thought it through.”

MC: “What’s the matter?”

Shaw shrugged, lifted the corner of his lip, and looked at me, saying this firmly word by word.

Shaw: “Don’t forget that this is our punishment. Be a good loser.” -One-Day Date

“What are you laughing at? Stop it.” he reached out his hand, trying to mess up my hair. I quickly dodged backward and started laughing harder.

“Hey.”

A stunned look flashed Shaw’s eyes. Before he finished his sentence, I slipped and fell heavily backwards. He looked at me before a hint of schadenfreude appeared in his eyes. Then he said in a raised tone, “that's what you get for laughing too hard.”

He then sat down with me. I turned to him in confusion.

MC: “Why did you sit down when you’re supposed to help me up?”

Shaw: “Because I wanted to.” -Exciting Moments Date

Brutal gales whipped up gravel and rocked trees. A bolt of lightning split the sly, illuminating the two people locked in a standoff.

Gavin’s face was completely devoid of its former calm, and in its place was wrath. The man opposite Gavin squinted his eyes ever so slightly. He went wild with laughter, and an arrogant expression swept back over his face.

Shaw: “Well, we’re finally starting to get serious. It’s about time.”

Gavin: “I warned you! She’s off-limits.”

Shaw: “Are you threatening me?”

Gavin: “You aren’t worthy.”

The man lifted his eyebrow and slowed his speech purposefully.

Shaw: “Anyway, my objective has been reached. I don’t mind toying with you. But I don't know how long this girl you’re obsessed with has long to live...”

The two fought with increasing ferocity. The man was slowly losing ground. Then, the sky roared, and a white flame connected heaven and earth. The man was gone without a trace. -Chapter 11-24

Jupiter ♃ Jupiter is the largest planet, a gas giant, known to expand as the “benefactor” of our solar system. Everything it touches is basically blessed. It’s the good luck, confidence, joy, freedom and adventure that it gives to one’s being that it’s so well known for. Jupiter is where you seize your opportunities, take a leap of faith and count your blessings.

Shaw’s Jupiter is in Aquarius ♒︎ Shaw attracts the most good fortune when he’s tolerant and fair, cooperative and inventive, being different from society’s norms and standards. He values technology, people and personal freedom the most, desiring to display his unique skills and talents. He is open to new methods and eccentric ways to progress. We see this as he’s willing to share his knowledge with others, shown in the CN Creative Date and Summer Solstice Date, and when Shaw offers a hand to help MC by making her alias “Mary Sue” to help her successfully break into STF in later chapters. He also shows her the electricity firework he makes with his Evol, which fascinates MC enough for her to reach out and touch it.

I looked at Shaw's on the other side of the wall. The flaunting design was imposing, as if it was about to jump out at me the next second. Then I looked at my grinning rabbit, which seemed to be the clumsy work of a child.

In the gold and purple pattern, “SHAW” could be faintly recognised while a grinning rabbit stood at the top of the world. They actually seemed… quite in harmony? -One-Day Date

MC: “Is that the same MP4 player you had on the bus?”

Shaw: “Yes, someone gifted it to me a long time ago.” Emboldened by his straightforwardness, I couldn't help but move slower. -Exciting Moments Date

Floating on his palm was a sizzling firework giving off dazzling sparks. I was stunned by the sight. I couldn’t believe that Evol could do that. I reached out to touch it, but Shaw stopped me.

“Are you out of your mind? It’s charged with electricity.” -Summer Night Birthday Date

Saturn ♄ Saturn is the planet of karma, restrictions, life lessons, hard facts and the challenges in life. It governs structure, our fears, work and self-discipline. Saturn is cold and calculating, however once the challenges and lessons Saturn have been mastered, great wisdom with great rewards can be obtained.

Shaw's Saturn is in Aries ♈︎ Aries Saturns are highly resourceful coming up with fresh ideas for our goals. They don’t like showing weakness and need to be careful when limiting themselves due to fear of failure or making a poor decision. They’re very self- reliant because they rarely ask for help. They need to be shown that not “being first” is okay.

It’s proven that Shaw has a competitive side to him, seen in the CN Summer Solstice Date and his Rumours and Secrets, where Shaw refuses to give up and ends up doing dolphin flips on his skateboard in a match against a senior and wins after his first loss. In Accompanying Date, he acknowledges his embarrassing moments when he got caught skipping class, then reflects on them. We also see this as he flees his battle with Gavin when he almost loses.

Shaw: "I just remember winning. Don’t people at ten years old want to get swept away, win against everyone, and leave them far behind?" -CN Summer Solstice Date

Shaw: "The fence of the school was disagreed with by the elementary students. Back then, my skills weren’t refined yet. I got discovered by a teacher when I fell from it." While reminiscing, Shaw pouts unhappily. -CN Accompanying Date

The two fought with increasing ferocity. The man was slowly losing ground. Then, the sky roared, and a white flame connected heaven and earth. The man was gone without a trace. -Chapter 11-24

Uranus ♅ Wherever Uranus is in the chart, it’s where we want to break free, where we want to do things our own way, when you don’t care what everyone else is doing or thinking about. It’s where we express our ideals on freedom, innovation and experience great epiphanies. We strive for independence with the influence of the Uranus character. As a result, we learn to rebel, break traditions and authority. It shakes things up from our past and into the modern future. It is often associated with unpredictability, chaos and anarchy.

Shaw's Uranus is in Aquarius ♒︎ These people are interested in innovating, changing and updating traditions related to technology, community and individuality. They see freedom through or in these areas, and are ready to rebel if needed. Aquarius Uranus people are open to new ideas and free thought.

Shaw is no stranger to the concept of rebellion. He sneaks into places he shouldn’t be in, spray-paints graffiti, and helps MC access top-secret information in STF. His comments on history further outlines the unique outlook that he challenges with traditional views.

I looked around nervously, remembering that last time, we were chased by city police for street graffiti.

Shaw: “Don’t you want to come? Hurry up.”

MC: “Do you just do anything you like? Do you abide by no rules?” -One-Day Date

Shaw: “What do you think history is?” Student: Those historical relics you told us about just then!”

- Student: “If everything is history, how does one learn it?” Shaw: “There’s no need for an intention. It’s everywhere.” -CN Summer Solstice Date

Neptune ♆ Neptune is the inspirational planet of dreams, inspirations, soulmates, enlightenment and sacrifice. It’s all about connection with the universe and the world around you, however can have the polar effect of deception and illusion, along with disappearances of sorts. It can also govern your music tastes and influence on how you can inspire others.

Shaw’s Neptune is in Capricorn ♑︎ With this placement, his idealistic world will be based around realism, morality, and responsibility. He has to believe in the ground foundations of realisability of his dreams- enough so that it usually has a realistic thread about them. General optimism and faith will be lacking if he’s not doing something that he is passionate about and finds inspiration in. However, he has the capacity to change his practical dreams into reality the most. His influences and contributions come from his connection with Dark/MC, again with Mars in Libra, and is seen as a guide and spectator, though less passive than a Time Observer. It’s also clear that Shaw cares a lot for his music and his band. He even recognises a plagiarised song in one of his Rumours and Secrets.

“Playing with the band is just a hobby, so Shaw rarely creates something from scratch. He must have hidden things he wanted to say in his music, but never mentioned it to anyone.” -Summer Night birthday Date

Shaw: "No wonder these people didn’t realise it, they copied an unpopular song from the 80s. You should also improve your musical literacy so you wouldn’t be confused by these things." -CN Glacier Navigation Rumours and Secrets

My phone started buzzing in my outer coat pocket. I took it out and saw an unfamiliar number. A few moments of hesitation, I answered it. An unfamiliar voice came from the other end.

“Long time, no see. I’m sure you’re trying to guess who I am right now.” There was something in his voice that gave me a sense of déjà vu.

MC: “May I ask, what this is about?”

“I can’t just call you for no reason? Everyone has already forgotten you. You are officially someone who shouldn’t exist in this world.

MC: “Impossible! Just who are you, anyway?”

“Go see for yourself. For instance, at the place where it all started.” -Chapter 19-1

Outside the floor to ceiling window, a tall man with light purple hair was looking at me in the eye, an unmistakable smile on his lips. Who is this person? He waved at me and strove in the diner.

“Oh, here you are.” He greeted me with such familiarity, a few loose strands of hair fell over his forehead, softening his sharp eyes. His actions were swift and sure, giving me no time to interrupt. His face seemed so familiar but I can’t remember where I’ve seen it before.

MC: “Who are you?”

Hearing this, the young man’s brow raised, and the look of amusement flashed over his eyes.

“You don’t remember? You bumped my skateboard.”

MC: “Oh! We met on the bus. But how is it that you remember me?”

He didn’t answer me straight away. He just observed my expression with great interest, seemingly enjoying watching my reaction.

“I’m the one who called you. It’s me. The dream world has no effect on me.”

Pluto ♇ Pluto is the Lord of the Underworld, and is not to be messed around with. It’s responsible for great destructible transformations and corresponds to the life, death and rebirth cycle. It’s the detoxing planet, for you to awaken and be reborn. It shows us where we can change the world, alongside right where we can go into the abyss of the cunning and controlling energies of Pluto. Its powers can be ever so subtle, however it can have the forces to trash you with the realisations of what you need to let go in order to transform. Think of it as the “healing crisis” moments that you can thank Pluto for.

Shaw's Pluto is in Sagittarius ♐︎ They take beliefs and philosophy of life very seriously, more than most. They believe deeply in personal freedom and expression, questioning ideologies in place. They often watch for a tendency to move from one project to another, perhaps due to inhuman expectations. They are motivated and driven by the vision of a better world, therefore their faith in humanity is strong.

Shaw helps MC multiple times when she is in need, additionally supporting her beliefs and vision to save the world and everyone in it, like when she first entered the Winter World and helped her rescue the kidnapped children against her battle with Leto in the Chapter 34. He even gives her his necklace- the Dragonfly Eye in the end of Season 1 and wishes her well once they meet again.

Shaw: “Oh yeah, the other you is really funny. Today, she saved someone on the street. Did you use to do stuff like that too?”

Dark MC: “I’m not like her. I don’t do meaningless things like that. Stick to the plan.”

Shaw: “Oh? I’d thought you’d like this scene. What are you planning to do, anyway?”

Dark MC: “Why of course, I’m going to accept my place as QUEEN.” -Behind the Curtain Chapter 5

MC: “Shaw, what are you doing here? Where’s Leto?”

Another thunder flashes, Shaw’s face was reflected clearly and I saw him lift his eyebrow slightly.

Shaw: “You are so slow. Did you bring the notebook? Keep it and give it to me later.”

MC: “You haven’t answered why you are here.”

Shaw: “And I thought you were starting to get smarter. None of us can stay out of it now. If I don’t intervene, this world is finished.”

I would love to see more about Shaw’s background character and his upbringing as to why he had appeared a bit defensive in some dates. Poor Shaw :( Hopefully this study allowed you all to gain a deeper understanding of Shaw and his character, and to why he’s important in the main storyline and other events alike.

#happy birthday Shaw #brain is fried but let's continue making more content #mlqc #love and producer #mr love queens choice #恋与制作人 #mlqc analysis #mlqc en #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #birth chart #astrology

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smuttymess · 4 years ago

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bts astro soulmate reading | for vanessa

sign: taurus sun | leo moon | virgo rising

lover: min yoongi | soulmate: kim taehyung

Those born with their Sun in Taurus are known for their reliability and fortitude: they know the power of making a plan, staying the course and seeing it through to the end. People initially experience you as a thoughtful, diligent, and strong-willed individual who can be trusted to make key decisions not lose their cool under pressure, establishing you as a valuable figure both in the workplace and in positions of power but also in your personal relationships. Your Virgo rising, or how you present to others, only furthers your presence as a matter-of-fact, hard working person who values perfection and purposefulness in everything that you do no matter how seemingly small and unimportant. Beneath this stoic, occasionally cold exterior is fiery Leo Moon, which brims with a boundless energy that comprises your internal state of emotions and reactions. Leo is driven by ego and being seen, meaning you derive great value from being appreciated from all of your hard work, and you're not afraid to ask for it. When the elements come together, you are likely to experience profound clashes between your outgoing, showy and prideful Leo Moon and the patient, balanced nature of your Taurus Sun. Your specific placements make you one of the most opinionated and brazen signs in the zodiac, meaning you are highly respected but not always liked. Let's face it: not everyone is ready for your level of honesty! And while this can sometimes leave you feeling misunderstood (Leo loves to be loved), the strength of your Taurus Sun affords you heightened sense of self and the world around you alongside a keen understanding that not everyone is for you. Once the bruises on your ego have healed, you're more than happy to pour your signature loyalty, compassion and dedication into the many people that do adore you, creating lifelong relationships that are of the most importance to you.

A Moon in Leo means you have a deep confidence gained from your vast life experience, and your Taurus Sun knows how to use this knowledge to move you forward towards your best self. This inner security allows you to speak candidly, something that others deeply admire about you and undoubtedly has contributed to your success in career and relationships. In being able to very frankly admit to your strengths and weaknesses, you are able to advance ahead of others who are still unsure of their place in the universe and focus on achieving the greatness you know you are capable of reaching, going for nothing less than perfection. It is no surprise that you are selective with your relationships, naturally gravitating towards people who match you level of intellectualism and curiosity. It is Min Yoongi, the sensitive, creative Pisces, that strikes your interest at a large dinner party hosted by a shared acquaintance within your high-rolling social circle from various industries. Preferring to lay back on the sidelines, Yoongi takes in the room, his eyes becoming fixate on you as you light up the room with your Leo fire while deeply immersed in raucous conversation about current events. A Virgo Moon, Yoongi immediately connects with your very logical and perceptive mind, but his lively Aries Venus is both amused and turned on by the evident passion underlying your words as you so expertly articulate your point of view. It is towards the end of the night after countless passing stares when Yoongi finally approaches you, the low, seductive hum of his voice sending you into a daze as his dark eyes pierce into you. It's not everyday you hear people speak their mind in this way - your authenticity is refreshing. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts. Sit with me? This combination of praise and immediate appreciation for your inner self is almost foreplay in and of itself, which only intensifies with the natural flow of the conversation that follows. Not one to waste time, you tell Yoongi to call you when he's free to meet again while he's in town, and it's through the long, winding exchanges in the days and weeks that follow which sets this love affair into motion.

Pisces and Taurus are two signs that connect on a highly emotional level, falling for each other's minds before even thinking of moving to the physical. Underneath your strong, Virgo exterior lies a highly empathetic, good-hearted soul that senses a similar kindness in Yoongi - a quality that you sometimes overlook Though softs spoken at first, you enjoy seeing him open up about his passion for music and artistic pursuits which are much different from your own career path. While you don't enjoy too much leisure in your daily life (there's so much to do!) you find yourself spending hours in bed with Yoongi with whom time simply stands still. His innate passion extends into sex, which you two take your time getting to but inevitably erupts in something very intense and romantic. You are both extremely sensual signs representing the art of pleasure, and nowhere does it become clearer than when Yoongi's lips are on yours, devouring every inch of you while one hand rests behind your neck and the other is free to explore the rest of your body. He is soft but commanding in his presence, his eyes laser-focused on yours as his fingers slide your panties to the side to enter your core, expertly curving inside you and driving a loud moan from your lips. Yoongi is the type to make you fall in love with his sensitivity but also his genuine care for your orgasm, his movements sending shivers throughout your spine as he draws you closer and closer to your edge and stopping only when you are trembling and thrusting against his fingers to ride out your high. A Pisces gets lost in your pleasure, wanting to satisfy you to the fullest extent. You're so fucking beautiful, I can't wait to taste you.

Though highly compatible in bed, this is not a forever duo due to the conflicting nature of your placements. The classic Taurus/Pisces dilemma lies their innately different expectations and life values: while you are both money-motivated, you work in entirely different ways to achieve your goals. You deeply crave the stability that comes with financial independence, while Yoongi's Pisces, makes him much more interested in the freedom that wealth offers. He is the free-flowing fish, who often spends a great deal of time alone inside his fantasy world where he is able to bring his artistic visions to life, neglecting you in the process. You prefer to live with two feet firmly on the ground, and while his Virgo Moon makes him driven, he does not match your level of intensity in this way. His laid-back demeanor, while initially endearing to you, over time this becomes frustrating as it does not align with your need to be doted on and truly adored on a daily basis. It soon becomes clear that your visions of the future are not in sync, and it is the decisive Taurus that ultimately cuts ties in pursuits of someone that is a better fit.

However hurt you are when one relationship prospect ends, your pride does not let you stay down for long - after all, you are all about improving and moving forward. Your sign is likely to immerse themselves in work projects or helping friends and family when they need a distraction and something to get lost in. A Virgo rising has an innate love of learning that knows no limit, and you are likely to enjoy travel that involves a historical/educational component. It is while on a solo adventure through Rome that you meet a fellow wanderer - his dark brown, curly hair falling across his face as his eyes come to meet yours, revealing perhaps the most gorgeous face you've ever seen. I'm Taehyung, pleasure to meet you.

You are dual in nature, and you need someone to appreciate that in full - quirks and all. Enter Kim Taehyung, the enigmatic Capricorn whose varied emotional complexity matches your own and effortlessly clicks. Immediately you come to admire each others shared levels of honesty and ambition, traits you explore over walks through the city streets and subsequently over long-distance phone calls once you return home. From the start these two earth signs are like magnets to each other, and the chemistry's pull is undeniable. Your impatient Leo spirit has likely landed you in trouble by rushing into things romantically, and the Capricorn man is more than happy to take things move at your pace - in fact, he enjoys nothing more than a slow build. While hours-long conversations floating from topic to topic may be a waste of time, with Taehyung it is easy to get lost in the sultriness of his voice, but also the way he romantically views the world around him - the charm emanating from his Aries Moon is infectious and speaks to your soul that also wants to achieve but cares deeply about people. He is also exceptionally lighthearted, knowing exactly when to shift from the pragmatic, hard-working idol to laid-back and silly friend that just wants to make you laugh with a random meme or nonsensical text. Traditional at heart, you're more than happy to be wooed, allowing Tae someone to plan a date and show you an excellent time by curating according to your fine tastes. A Leo Moon knows the value of themselves and their company so doesn't settle for anything half-assed, your Virgo rising makes you prone to criticism, while your Taurus means you are particularly averse to anything that is careless or superficial. You prefer grand gestures to be thoughtful in nature, and you are pleasantly surprised makes you feel appreciated from afar, repeatedly surprising you with gifts delivered that perfectly match your style. Thought this would suit you nicely. Show me on video, I can't wait to see you in it... By the time you are back together in person, it's almost as if reuniting with a long lost friend who you also can't wait to ride.

After several weeks of foreplay over the phone, you two waste no time when you find yourself standing at the entryway of his hotel suite. The intuitive Capricorn male can easily recognize a bit of a praise kink within you, one that his very task-oriented side is happy to experiment with and execute in in the bedroom. His Aquarius in Venus is creative and loves to play, excited to explore dominant/submissive behavior you've expressed interest in and very much wanting to be the one that allows you to relinquish the control you have on all areas of your life. It is truly unnerving how dual he is in nature, his eyes darkening to expose his dominant side that senses your anticipation at the appearance of a small toy, the tension steadily building between your thighs as you imagine how it will feel against you. A true tease, Tae lights you on fire with ease as he moves to close the gap between your bodies, his fingers gently tracing your jaw and neck as his lips graze your trembling lips. Patience, my love. It's going to be a long evening. Tae's Capricorn/Aquarius combo alongside your Taurus/Leo means that there is an unpredictability in the dynamic, resulting in many sexual possibilities. You're both more than capable of switching roles, your Taurus takes the lead as Taehyung stares up at you in awe, his lips falling apart as you press your breasts against his strong chest. You enjoy coaxing praises from his lips as you straddle him, grinding down onto his length slowly as a desperate moan escapes his lips and he bucks his hips, aching to fill you up. You've teased me all this time, let's see how you like being toyed with. There is something so deeply satisfying about his deep voice groaning and telling you how perfect you are as you bounce on his cock, stopping strategically to to edge him and hear him beg with those beautiful lips of his. This is a pairing that is as good at long-drawn out passionate sessions as they are with to-the-point quickies, learning with ease how to make the other come undone in a matter of minutes. It is not unusual for a 20 min break in the day to turn into you and Tae on the couch, your leg over his shoulder with his finger rubbing your clit as his strokes feverishly into you and smiling as he sets a new record. While sex between these two can be extremely gentle, especially after days apart, there is a natural bit of a competition here: who can make the other come the hardest? Either way, you both win.

Together, a Capricorn and Taurus build a life of comfort, stability, and trust that could only be created by two earth signs. Above all else, you need the emotional stability that comes from being with a like-minded soul who is as strong, independent and decisive as you are - someone who will let you shine brightly while confidently pursuing their own goals. But at the end of a long day, your partner also needs to be able to consistently shower you with the love and affection you crave - almost as if it were their second job. While you certainly get off on being admired by many, at a deep level you truly desire one lifelong love who only has eyes for you. You find this in Capricorn Tae, a highly disciplined, hardworking spirit who also enjoys surprising you with his quirky, unconventional nature that brings out your inner child and proves to be a life partner in all ways. With a shared love for learning and individual perfectionism, this is a duo that will likely achieve greatness in very different fields but find a way to make them mesh well - Taehyung in music and art and you in whatever path you choose - while providing a level of understanding to each other that few others can. This combination enjoys a very stable and established home base in each others hearts given a high importance placed on wealth and comfort, but not extravagance or over-indulgence. This is a pairing that likely has an apartment in the heart of the city for business matters, but prefers the coziness of their primary residence outside of the city. It is in this home that you are able to fully decompress from a day of leading and producing to simply be your unique selves, the space serving as a sanctuary for you to get lost in pure domestic bliss. Possessing a complimentary balance of temperaments and desires, Capricorn and Taurus is a match for the ages, one that is long-lasting and rooted in family, loyalty and prosperity.

#taurus #leo #virgo #pisces #bts astrology #bts horoscope #kim taehyung #min yoongi #astrology #horoscope #bangtan astrology

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ishgard · 5 years ago

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E, L, O ~

(Valentine’s Day Alphabet)

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Answered here!

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

Romantically, intimately, there’s only Gaius. While she’s had her share of past loves and dalliances, he’s the only one who has inspired her in such a way that she can actually imagine ‘settling down’ and being happy in any capacity. That might not exactly mean a white picket fence and a steady 9-5, not at all, but there’s a rhythm they fall into with one another that makes the chaotic backdrops of their hectic lifestyles feel more steady. Even if they were to keep doing what they’re doing, hunting down enemies, ending wars, saving nations - knowing they have one another they can return home to, wherever that may be, is enough.

There was definitely a ‘timing’ thing to it, though, as well. She was already healing and getting stronger when he came back into the picture the way he did. So while everything around them was going to shit, there was this... gravitational effect between the two of them that pulled them closer all while keeping their feet on solid ground. Ngl, for Ahru at least some very small fragment of it was ‘gotta look cool in front of the ex [adversary]’. In actuality she was just doing it effortlessly the rest of the time.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

She does actually. Ahru’s always been a romantic at heart, who loves to read sweeping epics and romances, and pens journals of her many journeys and songs as well. That said, when it comes to dealing with Gaius she can get a bit tongue-tied from time-to-time; in fact it’s something he has on occasion fully intended. Which is a comfort for her, more than a flustering thing - normally; being able to let her guard down and not have to present herself as perfectly as she often feels she must in her day-to-day (even if that isn’t actually the case) is a relief.

Otherwise, after getting over some of the vaguely less certain areas of just starting out in a relationship and feeling things out, she can be quite the silver-tongued bard, unabashedly delving into all her hearts little desires for sultry devotions and sweet confessions alike.

(And then there’s Gaius, who is quite eloquent in his own right. While he doesn’t consciously put forth the effort to flower and frill things up with unnecessary bits, waxing poetic and spewing sweet nothings, he’s a naturally talented speaker and can nevertheless grow quite passionate (and occasionally long-winded...).

He measures his words as carefully as his actions, but it doesn’t come across as unduly stiff or scripted - and he can, when necessary, be quite concise. While, for example, he won’t spout false niceties or platitudes just to make her feel better, he’ll be sharp and direct, and sure to weigh the good with the bad in a straightforward manner. He’s honest, but it’s not the scalding ‘brutal honesty’ that borders on cruel; there’s no personal assault in his words, but companionable guidance.)

#thank you!! :D #(let us find the answer together)#the random gaius hc keeps slipping itself into these oop #ofthesilverliningx

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nctverse · 6 years ago

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♥*♡+:｡.｡soft bias tag ｡.｡:+♡*♥

i was tagged by @wlwjisung i love her

most of mu mutuals have already been tagged but ill tag @flossytae and @angierosalic

i'm really sorry for not putting any writing out today but i promise boyfriend!jisung is coming tomorrow!!

1. who is your bias?

okay so i was debating hella hard on who to do bc biases are so ughhhh in nct bc how do you choose one smh.. but ill do ten and haechan. they're my main boys hhh

2. what made you notice them?

Ten; his facial features that he makes when he dances. hes very expressive and he looks like he throughly enjoys what he is doing bc he is fully immersed in the routine.he captivates me every time. also he looks so light on his feet and its just effortlessly beautiful.

Haechan; his voice, i heard him singing and since im a singer too i started to harmonize with him and i realized that our voices sound good together (some voices just dont mix well with eachother but i felt like ours sounded really nice together) ive noticed this with other nct members as well, he has a really flexible voice. also he's a really good dancer

3. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Ten; his personality. hes very outgoing and goofy. he reminds me tmyself in the way he interacts with other people.

Haechan ; he's very funny and outgoing, i love his interactions with people bc he's the kinda friend i gravitate towards since i'm more introverted

4. who would initiate skinship more?

Ten; honestly i'm not sure sjsjssh we are both pretty equally as touchy but maybe me LMAO im really affectionate and i love cuddling and hugging so yea i think maybe me.

Haechan; both of us pretty equally bc he's also vvv clingy and cuddly and i'm just as bad sjsjd

5. who would hog the blankets more?

Ten; he seems like a blanket hogger tbh lil shit i never really hog blankets

Haechan; i feel like he'd do it just so your basically forced to cuddle with him to be covered by the blanket

6. who would be more clingy?

Ten; hhhh we are both clingy and whiny sjsjsj i think he would be more shameless about it so ill go with him

haechan; i already mentioned this but both of us bc we both affectionate 🤧

7. who would say I love you first?

i think both ten and haechan would say it before me bc i'm a pussy so i'd wait until they said it first

8. who would be more easily flustered?

me for both again but this time for a different reason , ten is a pretty confident gay guy and although he gets flustered sometimes, it's just not the usual for him but Haechan, i feel like he lives to make other people flustered and i get flustered easily jsdjsj

9. what cuddling position would you two have?

lord why i'm cring-

for both of them i like ether facing eachother, or them with their head on my chest and arms around my waist so i can pet them especially with hyuck bc i feel like he'd like it more

10. what colors remind you of them and why?

Ten; Purple. lmao my whole theme is purple because of him it's a colour that hold a pleasant mystery in my opinion. a colour that is cold but also warm at the same time in a way

Haechan ; Yellow, it's a warm colour that makes you think of the sun him and it's the colour that instantly makes you think of happiness

11. which season would you like to spend with them?

both- winter/autumn bc i like the cold and wearing hoodies and stuff like that

but with hyuck i feel like the summer would be extra cool bc he's a really fun boy

12. who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

i would both bake and steal

but for real i think i'd bake and we'd both steal lmsododnd

with hyuck tho he'd do more stealing lil shitface i love him

13. which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

with ten it's equally as bad pun making jsjdj

with haechan it's me making bad puns and him roasting me for it

14. who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats

both of us bc ANIMALS

15. which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who would come to the rescue?

i feel like they are both awful in the kitchen and i'm a major cooker so i'd be saving them all the time

16. who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

ten- he'd probably pull me back or just push me off idk

haechan; we'd both be leaning over wHOOPS

17. what would watching a horror film with them be like?

ten; he's a lil baby so he'd be scared and ill get occasionally scared but not that bad

haechan he'd pretend he wasn't scared but he'd be shitting

18. who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

ten is both cheesy and smooth at the same time

haechan is the cheesy flirt that end up making you laugh so did he win or did he win?

19. who is more competitive?

ten; is trump his ass for sure

haechan we are both fiery shit heads so the iTS ON SJDJDJ

20. Who would have to be given constant reminders?

both of them bc they are both cHILDEREN smh

21. who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3am?

they are both pretty soft so i think they'd both do it, and i would too so it's just a sappy mess :)

#guys im so soft for them #please send help #nct #soft bias tag #nct 127 #nct 2018 #nct fluff #heavenly body #sol #baby sol

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rileyofseekers-archived · 7 years ago

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Riley Wood Weasley: A Biography

“I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire ‘cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.”

HISTORY “I went from zero to my own hero.”

Riley Wood-Weasley, the adopted daughter of Oliver Wood and Fred Weasley, grew up in a relatively warm household full of lovely memories. Her and her younger sister Marigold were never lacking in attention, and certainly not in love. Oliver was a strong, caring man who the Wood-Weasley children went to for advice while Fred, their other father, was ‘the fun one.’ He was best at making them laugh and creating fun memories, while Oliver provided hot cocoa and warm hugs. The pair were quite a team, and together they made sure the Wood-Weasley children never felt alone.

Why is it, then, that Riley struggles so hard to be her true self? She’s charming, funny, gravitates people naturally. Yet she bottles up the real feelings - those of love, pain, anything too serious - and never lets them show. She has an unnatural knack for knowing when the people she cares for are sad, knows exactly how to cheer them up, but for some reason she can never quite do that for herself. Perhaps it’s because of a deep, dark insecurity that stems from being taunted about her family since she was a small girl in Muggle kindergarten. Or perhaps it’s because she had to hide so much of her true self, her true magical self, around the other children her entire childhood. That alone would be enough to make any child feel alone in the world.

Upon arriving to Hogwarts however, Riley shined. Sorted into Hufflepuff, she approached her applauding peers with a bright smile and a new optimism on life. From then on she fit in easily, meanwhile making sure not to get too, too close to people. She’d loved Quidditch her entire life and quickly earned a spot on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, earning the spot of Seeker her second year. If anyone had a problem with the fiery girl’s confidence, no problem. A quick exchange of cockroach clusters in their morning breakfast would fix that easy. Her little sister means the world to her, and when she’s not at practice or Zonko’s Joke shop, rest assured she can be found at her side. She adores pranks, loves dogs more than people, and can put up a damn good fight so don’t mess with her, alright? She may have been an easy target once, but Riley Amelle Wood-Weasley has grown up since then.

BASICS “Now I’m floating like a butterfly.”

Full Name: Riley Amelle Wood-Weasley Pronouns: she/her Hometown: Oxford, England Age: Sixteen Birthday: October 23rd Astrological Sign: Scorpio Sexuality: Hetero-flexible Family: Oliver Wood (Papa), Fred Weasley (Da), Marigold (little sis), plus all the Weasleys and Woods. She has a lot of cousins. HOGWARTS “Stinging like a bee I’ve earned my stripes.”

House: Hufflepuff Year: Six Blood Status: Unknown and unconcerned Wand: Cedar with a Billwig Stringer, 12 ½ inches, Solid Familiar(s): 4 dogs (Pooka, Oddball, Scamp, and Daisy) all of which she’s tried to bring into Hogwarts with her to no avail. She’s succumbed instead to her lizard (Charlie), which she will gladly bring out to scare off any particularly annoying persons. Best Subjects: Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures Worst Subjects: Herbology (surprisingly) and History of Magic Quidditch: Seeker (and an excellent flyer - must run in the family or something)

APPEARANCE “Already brushing off the dust.”

Faceclaim: Chloe Grace Moretz Hair: Light dirty blonde, long, wavy. Eyes: Hazel Skin: Fair, semi-golden. Height: 5’5” Weight: 129 lbs Build: Athletic fit, and curvy. Marks: Freckles across her nose and dotted along her shoulders. Scar on her left knee from a Quidditch accident. Style: When not in robes, Tomboy meets feminine. Depends on the day really.

PERSONALITY “You hear that voice, you hear that sound?”

Positive: charismatic, confident, loyal Flaws: stubborn, hotheaded, impatient Likes: Quidditch and flying. Dogs, puppies, all of them. Pranks, jokes, funny muggle videos. Purple, yellow, pumpkin and apple things, pastries, autumn. Honey. All fruit desserts. All food, really. Cold days and ice skating. Family and friends. Daises. Sunshine. Dislikes: Snobs and pretentious assholes people. Cats. Bugs. Especially big ones. Sizzling hot days. Boring subjects and people. Diets. Staying in one room or spot for too long. Hobbies: Quidditch, flying, athletic activities (even the muggle ones). Hanging out with friends, pulling harmless pranks. Selling Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes goods on the side. Fears: Bugs, spiders, any creepy crawly thing with too many legs (except reptiles or amphibians for some reason). Failing. Being confined. Too tiny places (claustrophobia). Letting her family down. Strengths: Her ambition and fierce personality. Generally has great inner and outer strength. Her athletic abilities. She’ll always have your back, friend or complete stranger. Fiercely protective of her loved ones. Weaknesses: Incredibly hard-headed and doesn’t like to lose an argument. Tends to be reckless and jump full force into any situation without thinking. Puppy whines, puppy eyes. Puppies. Cuddles and ear nibbles. Fluffy stuffed animals.

CONNECTIONS “Like thunder, gonna shake the ground.”

Marigold Wood-Weasley ( @thexunsung ) “You are my sunshine - you make me happy when skies are grey.” Mary is more than the light of Riley’s life, she is a part of her. They compliment each other: Riley is a raging fire while she is the cool water that tames her. They look out for each other, protect each other, and simply lie with each other and forget about the world. Even the simple things matter - the way she reads to her when she’s sad or leaves little gifts from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in her bag when she isn’t looking. If you so much as look at her the wrong way Merlin save your soul, because no living being certainly can from the wrath that is Riley defending her little sister. They are together forever, in each other’s hearts always.

Hugo Weasley ( @hxgoweasley ) “If you ever feel like you’re nothing, you’re fucking perfect to me.” Words cannot describe how much Riley feels for her cousin. Hugo is the little brother she never had and always wanted. He is her flashlight on a dark night, a mug of chamomile tea on a particularly stressful day. Though he always struggles with his own inner demons, he always makes time to help her through her with a smile and a story to ease her chaotic mind. The world doesn’t deserve him - she certainly doesn’t, but that’s all the more reason to thank her lucky stars for their friendship every single day.

Rose Weasley ( wanted ) “Little do you know, I love you till the sun dies.” Though they had known of each other since birth, upon arriving to Hogwarts Rose was the first one who pushed down the walls Riley had held onto so tightly - as if they were made of nothing but fleeting feathers. The two bonded quickly and forever became joined at the hip. If Riley wasn’t with Mary and Rose wasn’t with Hugo, they were together. They often sneak into each other’s houses, Riley snagging midnight snacks from the kitchens along the way. The nights where they fall asleep cuddling and watching Disney movies are some of their absolute favorite. They know each other inside and out. Besides her family and Hugo, there is no one else Riley trusts or cherishes more in the entire world.

Fred Weasley II ( wanted ) “Raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways.” Hell hath no fury like Fred Weasley II and Riley Wood-Weasley combined. Partners in crime, thicker than thieves, ever since the two were born everyone has known to never leave them alone together for too long. The schemes and pranks they come up with, sometimes accompanied by a more than willing James Potter, could rival the original marauders themselves. He was one of the first true friends she ever had, and their friendship has only grown everyday since.. Even the house divide can’t keep them apart. You’d better watch out if you piss them both off, or better yet, start planning your funeral.

Derek Roswell ( @themoonxthestar ) “You were the fuel to my flame, I ignited.” Truthfully there are no words accurate or strong enough to describe Derek and Riley’s relationship or what he means to her. Any time she tries to speak of it she becomes a stumbling, rather shy mess - no one has ever made her shy or blush or any such nonsense, yet he broke those barriers effortlessly, seamlessly, the ice calming the flame in her heart. Everyday was a battle of wills, banter, a sly touch that lingered. Now? There’s only so far one can go after the ‘I love you’s’ yet there seems to be even more adventure now, waiting just around the corner to discover. Together, as always.

Always accepting connections and plot ideas! Feel free to message!

#biography #riley wood-weasley #oc #next gen #canon divergent #tw: long post #gv; draco dormiens nunquam titillandus

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yourstreetserenade · 7 years ago

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santana and kurt would totally be drag race superfans and no one can tell me otherwise

You know what I was thinking, there really should be a Kurt/Santana friendship fic set during the high school years in which their relationship is explored through their mutual obsession with Rupaul's Drag Race.

Because if there were any two Glee characters who would become Drag Race superfans, it would absolutely be Kurt and Santana, undeniably.

Like they'd somehow find out they had the same favorite show. I think one day during glee Kurt and Rachel would probably be harmlessly bickering with each other, going back and forth about some song or costume choice and early-Rachel's tendency to dress like a toddler until he pointedly says ''you'll never be glamour''. Of course no one else in the room gets the joke/reference, except Santana who laughs inwardly. She and Kurt have a quiet, playful moment where they look at each other from across the room and realize they share something.

And then they sort of start this game together for a couple of weeks where they slyly throw out random lines and catchphrases from the show in front of the glee club. ''Go back to Party City where you belong'' Santana says to Sam for no apparent reason. Kurt tells Tina ''your tone seems very pointed right now''. Randomly approaching Finn Santana asks ''may I call you Jiggly?''.

No one has any idea of course but each time they get away with it Kurt and Santana always give each other these really adorkable pleased smiles. Then, after some time Santana just conveniently shows up at Kurt's place on show night, but tries to play it all cool and nonchalant acting like she only dropped by to pick up sheet music or his notes for class or something. Kurt however can totally see right through that of course and gives her what she asks for but also invites her down to his room because he was about to watch some TV. And Santana's all like ''fine whatever I can waste a few minutes'' when really she's secretly kind of giddy and delighted to have a Drag Race watching buddy.

It happens one week, and then the next week, and then the next and the next and after awhile all of Santana's pretenses drop. It's just sort of a given that on new episode days she'll just find her way over to Kurt's, they'll sit in his bedroom totally enraptured. Their friendship is a slow build at first, making silly bitchy chit chat with each other about the challenges and the queens but by mid season they're all in, having loud but playful, passionate debates about their favorite queens and runway looks, shouting when someone they love goes home, shaking their heads at Untucked scenes while they scarf down snacks, clutching their hearts when someone gives a really good lip sync. Together they can effortlessly reenact/recite Shangela vs Mimi Imfurst's iconic fight, although Kurt and Santana always bicker over who gets to play act Shangela cause neither of them ever want to be Mimi.

Also! Because Kurt likes to host you know he would try out all of his recipes on Santana during their Drag Race sleepovers.

They don't talk about it at school, they don't talk about it in glee, but it becomes like the crux of their friendship. And even though the visits still revolve around watching the show together, they start sharing other things too. I think Santana would appreciate Kurt's collection of vintage Vogue magazines. Santana would probably be willing to sit and critique all of Kurt's new wardrobe haul. I imagine they'd probably also get into this routine of buying random beauty/exfoliating products and trying them together (which they would then Toot or Boot!)

Drag Race becomes their special thing. It brings them closer. And at the end of every episode they have a mandatory dance off to The Beginning, dancing along with the queens on their TV. Because Kurt and Santana are those kinda dorks.

Eventually though I think there would come a day where Santana sat Kurt down and was like ''so Brittany and I are kind of official now and I know Drag Race is sort of our thing but I was wondering if maybe it would be okay if next time I come around, I bring her with me.'' And Kurt just smiles and tells her of course and that that he's really happy for them. And Santana's all ''whatever stop hugging me, Hummel''.

That's when this blond little cupcake enters the picture.

And here's the thing, Brittany would probably walk into that first Drag Race sleepover excited to see what the show was all about and to see Santana enjoy herself but because they’re a couple the dynamics would be get all screwy for awhile.

Kurt sometimes would probably feel like a third wheel sitting on the couch with them, especially when is Brittany gets all kissy and handsy with Santana who would try to focus. Like ''Brittany, not that I’m not enjoying this but after the show, okay? The judges are about to critique! Oh that feels good.''

It's not so much that Santana and Brittany pull that behavior at every Drag Race sleepover, it's that sometimes it's just plain awkward for Kurt to be their third wheel when the girls decide to get all cuddly and couply beside him. So he has an idea. ''Santana, if I have to listen to you and Brittany make those gross slurpy kissy sounds all night I should get to bring a friend to Drag Race night too!'' Figuring that it'll probably be Blaine or Mercedes Santana tells him to invite whoever he wants.

And that's when this annoying little muffin shows up.

And Santana is not pleased. Drag Race night is sacred and she doesn’t want Berry being a part of it at first. I imagine Rachel falling asleep during her first episode and Santana deciding that anyone who dares fall asleep in the middle of an episode will automatically get painted in their sleep. So the next day Rachel wakes up painted like Trixie Mattel (thanks to Santana, Brittany and Kurt because it was a group effort really). And Rachel is surprisingly a good sport about it that Santana is okay with Berry taking part.

I just imagine lots of kooky friendship moments.

I also have some headcanons about which queens would resonate with which characters. Like I totally see Kurt rooting hard for Jinkx Monsoon because he would appreciate Jinkx's quirky theatricality and the fact that Jinkx is an underdog who refuses to be dismissed. Rachel would totally identify with Alyssa Edwards because they both have that loud personality, you kinda of want to roll your eyes at them but you love 'em anyway. Meanwhile Brittany would be ALL about Katya. Why? Because Katya is batshit crazy in a way Brittany would find wonderfully delightful. Brittany and Katya are both such weirdos so it would make sense that she'd be Britt's favorite queen.

I strongly feel that all of the characters would gravitate towards queens with personalities similar to theirs. That said I'm still not entirely sure which queen would be Santana's #1. I go back and forth but I think maybe in the end I have to say Willam would be the queen Santana most felt connected to. ''Y'all wish for me to be nice and I'ma try''. I mean that quote just screams Santana.

Sure there are plenty of shit stirring queens throughout the season but I feel like Willam was more subtle and calculating where so many others were messy and chaotic. So I think Santana would totally get that and appreciate that about Willam who has a certain kind of bitch magic that appeals to her.

Man, I need someone to write this fanfic!

#kurt hummel #santana lopez #kurtana #also you know what would've made a great kurtana duet? Rupaul's Born Naked!#i honestly can't believe the amount of thought i put into this

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atomic-r0x · 8 years ago

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Lola’s first Challenge

It must have been well past nine o’clock in the morning when the front doors of The Ritz-Carlton hotel in Los Angeles slid open, her silhouette making its way towards the elevators effortlessly. Save for the slightly smudged eyeliner and her foundation which had lost some of its full coverage over the night, she looked remarkably beautiful and prepped up, ready to take on the day. And the glow – my God, there was something about her body and the way she carried it around the lobby, the way she raised her finger to press the button before stepping inside the elevator, the way she leaned both hands against the elevator’s rail in a V position, leaning closer to the mirror to examine her makeup – this aura of invincible sensuality and empowerment didn’t fail to stun, to stop people in their tracks. To make the middle-aged man going to the fourth floor gulp when the doors opened and she popped up an eyebrow, like she doubted he would even be able to take her.

She walked out of the elevator and ran a hand through her hair, still soft but needing a shower, something to wash away the sweat and the fingerprints of frantic hands tangled in her locks. She stepped towards room 520 as if the carpets were her runway, hips swaying from side to side until she stopped and placed one of her hands on the cold hard wood of the door, while the other hovered the access card across the sensor, proceeding to press the knob gently. He was still spread out on the king-sized bed, swallowed by the comforter and the generous number of pillows. His chest raising and lowering with every breath he took, the tattoo drawn above his heart almost becoming three-dimensional.

Shoes off, step out of the tight faux leather skirt, unbutton the shirt she’d stolen from him, a trail of clothes marking her way from the entrance door (which bore a do not disturb red sign she’d smirked at before stepping in) to the bathroom. A hot shower, the act of taking off any remains from the night before, a sacred ritual she took all the time in the world with. The plush towel loosely wrapped around her frame, like a formality she was half-heartedly accepting.

“Who was it this time?” his voice was low and sleepy, husky and muffled by a yawn that followed shortly after his last word came out of his mouth. Boris rubbed his eyes with his nail polished fingers, though his eyes refused to open just yet. Even so, he could feel her presence in the room, could easily point at her standing body in front of the full-length mirror, could tell she was rubbing some moisturizing cream into her makeup free skin.

“I believe his name was John… Johnathan, Johnny?” she replied simply, almost matter-of-factly, unperturbed from her skincare routine. What did it matter, anyway, who it was? She could hardly remember anything more than his tight grip towards his car, a deep blue Lexus NX Hybrid SUV, the nude leather tapestry, the eagerness which fueled his movements, the ease with which he followed her commands. “What?” she spoke as her hands lowered from her face, her eyes fixed on his distant reflection in the mirror.

“Was it… any good?” Boris first hesitated, but managed to ask anyway, propping himself up on his right elbow as he looked over at her, his lazy eyes taking in the sight of her bare back and the little skin left unexposed, trapped inside the towel.

Lola sighed and returned to massaging the cream into her skin, her eyes returning to the close details of her complexion. “Comes quicker than a kid. ‘Least he was obedient” she informed drily, like they were talking about the weather forecast, or exchanging thoughts about a movie that had failed to impress her. “Awfully boring, though. And married.” She finished applying her skincare, easily unwrapping her glowing skin from the not wet towel, heading for the closet room.

Boris sighed and closed his eyes briefly, before they opened again, too tempted not to follow her with his longing orbs. “You know, I’m trying not to be jealous now.”

“Don’t be silly, you’ve got absolutely no reason to be jealous.” Lola replied, absentmindedly almost, as she picked out some lingerie, and sprayed some heat protection through her hair.

“Don’t I? You think it’s fun knowing my girl was gone all night, screwing the brains out of a man I’ve never even met?” Boris spoke, this time propping up enough for him to rest seated, back against the dashboard of the massive bed.

“Oh, get over yourself, Boris. It’s just a random guy I’ll never see again, and besides you were awfully tired last night” the girl replied with an eye roll, plugging in the blow dryer as she sat down at the mirror table in the closet room, brushing her long dark chocolate locks.

Boris huffed and Lola could feel he was rolling his eyes in return, his hand violently falling against one of the pillows in frustration. “Sometimes I wonder how is it possible for you to have always been like this. It goes beyond me” he spoke in a stubborn voice, his words like bullets aimed at her, but too bad she was immune. “Has anyone ever been good enough for you? Good enough that you wouldn’t sneak out at night and bang the first prey?” Boris was now standing in the doorway, his slender frame sporting nothing but his black Calvin Klein boxers.

Lola put her hairbrush down and stared at the mirror before her seated self, teeth clenched together tightly while her mind debated whether it was fit for him to know or not. Oh, you’ve no idea.

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She was sixteen that summer, and on her first holiday without her parents. The Lafevres had miraculously convinced her parents their precious daughter was going to spend the hottest months of the year in the safety of their remote castle in Normandy, an estate inherited by Duke Lafevre from his great-grandmother, a remarkable woman of aristocratic origins who’d married Archduke Lafevre when she was very, pressed by her family. “They are going to enjoy themselves a lot, Yarol. The property is thirty minutes away from the closest neighbur, it’s literal heaven out there!” the duke would insist, accompanied by Lola’s wide eyes peering up at her father, her body curled up in his lap as she waited for his final decision.

The castle had six bedrooms and two living rooms, a dining place and four large bathrooms, with a generous kitchen at the basement. The gardener, Lola learnt, was also responsible for the cooking and cleaning, occasionally helped by his wife, a midwife working at the closest hospital. There were six of them, and no other adults apart from the staff – Lola, Dominic, Ingrid and three other girls, daughters of some friends of the Lafevres. It might have been just her endless fascination with him, but Lola found it impossible not to mention how every single soul at the castle – gardener and wife included – simply gravitated around him, charmed by his ease and charisma, playing the generous host only to keep his guests entertained.

It was bright Saturday – the sky was a shade so light of blue, it almost seemed white, the blinding sunlight soaking everything around the castle. Every single door was left ajar, every window wide open, the cool air guarded by the thick stone walls freshened by the hot breeze that made the curtains seem like they were inhaling and exhaling. Ingrid left a note on the decades-old mirror in the main living room, ‘we’re out swimming’ written in bright red lipstick.

Lola overslept that day, and woke up the sound of a smirk she knew so well she could distinguish it in a crowded room, filled with people talking at the same time. She opened her eyes slowly, a small smile already plastered across her lips, and saw him – he in his personal tailor trousers, his patent shoes, his white shirt he always wore with the first three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up right under his elbow. His sand-like hair, messed up by his habit of running a hand through it, his sharp jawline, the naughtiness in the curve of his mouth.

God, was she mad about him. Mad about his perfume – strong leather and black pepper –, mad about the way he picked his words and how his voice was always hoarse. Mad about his hands resting on the small of her back or behind her neck, or how they cupped the side of her face when he pulled her in for a kiss. It is safe to say she adored him, a devotion partly motivated by an unexpected respect she had never thought her first love would impose. Maybe it was his blue blood, or maybe just the three-year difference that made Lola feel like this was a big deal.

They’d known each other ever since their baby showers, really. There rarely was a family photo that did not include both Lola and Dominic, although they were linked by everything except blood. Their childhoods were almost identical, their dynamic exceeding the usual boundaries of common friendship. So much that only two months before the trip to Normandy, they became an official piece. Or so she thought.

It was on that very Saturday, in the most beautiful castle ever built on French land, that Lola lost her virginity. She’d been longing for it ever since, at the age of fifteen, she resolved there was much more in her heart for Dominic than the innocent affection you carry for a close friend. Nights before they departed to Normandy she kept shifting in her bed, touching herself in places she ached to be touched by him. Muffled moans and heartachingly desperate movements of her fingers filled the long hours of supposed sleep before she finally decided she was going to go mad if nothing happened in Normandy.

But it did happen – the unexpected, overwhelming amazement that ran though her body from head to toe as his slender body hovered on top of hers, his rawness dazzling her, his careful moves shortly followed by changes of speed or intensity. Her eyes so wide she thought they might fall out of the hollows in her skull destined for them, her mouth stuck in a permanent O shape, her body paralyzed with a pleasure she had never even imagined was possible.

At the end, he rolled over, gave her a small smirk, pinching her cheek the way an aunt might do, and got fully dressed in less than five minutes. But Lola, oh God, she was left unable to move, still stunned by the intensity of the moment she’d been longing for so long, her body – so young and fresh, only sixteen years old – spread out across the bed in shameless nakedness, chest unwilling to settle for regular breath.

It happened again that very night. Then the following morning after lunch, when Ingrid and the girls were out in town, stocking up on alcohol they secretly downed in the attic, after the gardener and his wife retreated to their home, a few yards away from the castle. Then the following three nights. Every time would bring an element of surprise, something to always remind her that she could never have as much knowledge as he did. Every time, she’d gasp in new ways, reach higher pitches than before, and inevitably watch him roll over, kiss her maybe, and then get dressed. He was out the door in less than five minutes. She’d never complain.

The game carried on until the Christmas that followed their holiday in Normandy. Dominic and Lola would sneak around, play hide and seek, and then she’d beg for a new revelation. The weeks she couldn’t be with him seemed never-ending and cruel, and she couldn’t get the job done herself. Lola was helplessly, tragically in love with Dominic, and for the longest time, the feeling seemed reciprocated.

The too-good-to-be-true love story started going downhill little after the Solange family returned from their holidays in Cape Town, flying back to Paris for New Year’s Eve, but Lola was too caught-up in the marvelous bedroom rituals Dominic imposed to notice the teeth marks, the bruises, the way his eyes followed when either of the family friends who’d been with them in Normandy passed by.

It took another couple months for Lola to notice he was hardly in the mood anymore. They scarcely even kissed anymore, his dismissive sighs and constant checking of his phone a sign too bold for her to play dumb anymore. There was a massive elephant in the room, and Lola gradually grew tired of putting up a show for him, every time wondering what on earth was it that aroused him back then, and she could no longer summon. Dominic once got up from where he was seated while she was playing with herself for him, storming out of the house without any explanation.

He did have the decency to tell her he thought breaking up was the best thing to do, but it was long after Lola had figured out what was going on. Nonetheless, after they officially called it quits, Lola still couldn’t fully convince herself it was over. For nights on end she’d dream about him, about rolling beneath his sheets, about sneaking out to see him. About their time in Normandy and how the first time felt. Lola was reeling, the type of pain that numbs your feelings and the functions of your body to the point where even getting out of bed to brush your teeth seems slightly unnecessary and far too complicated.

Not long after their breakup, Dominic announced – so formally it would have amused her, had she not been this devastated by the breakup – that he was off to travel the world and eventually settle for Britain, where he was to attend university. After days of persuasion, the Solange clan finally convinced Lola to get out of the house and attend the garden party thrown by the Lafevres to celebrate Dominic’s departure. It was then she noticed the not-just-friendly hands placed on the smalls of several backs, the kisses pressed against porcelain ears, the naughty winks passed around like the newspaper. The feeling of betrayal setting her teeth on edge, the bitter aftertaste of her greatest love making her swear she would never allow herself to feel so strongly about anyone.

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It made little sense explaining all this to Boris, introducing him to a history from which Lola still couldn’t flee. And why should she justify herself, anyway? Why should she feel tied down to a single man? She’s been there before and had seen the way things end, no great act of love could convince her a lover would never change his mind about her. So why get hurt, when she could get what she wanted? It was a contract she had mentally signed with Boris just as well as Barbie and Benedict, but the deadlines and commitments were known by only herself – apart from a vague, never too in-depth explanation of her polygamous interests, Lola kept to herself. Her body, her business, this was the moto.

There was no time for thinking about hurting anybody when the main goal was not getting hurt herself.

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artistic-writer · 7 years ago

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Fairytale of New York :: Chapter 5 :: A Captain Swan OUAT Fanfiction

Notes: A very special thanks to @welllpthisishappening for being my beta - i made you in all honesty lol My plan for this fic is to recreate some of the most iconic Captain Swan moments in AU settings during this story. So buckle up bitches, this shits about to get heavy!

Overall Summary: An AU elsewhere fic based in New York. Emma Swan and her best friend Mary Margaret “Snow” Blanchard are ready for a change. After Mary Margaret gets offered a new job at a school in Manhatten, Emma decides to go with her. She takes a job in a traditional, mom and pop diner called Granny’s and soon both of them are finding love in the most unlikely of places.

Chapter Summary: The one in which Emma crosses the first boundary she has set out for herself and doesn't care.

Rating: T (for now and it will eventually be E)

Word Count: 4165

AO3 [chapter 1] - [chapter 2] - [Chapter 3] - [Chapter 4] - [Chapter 5]

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David tapped his fingers nervously on the bar, its slightly rubbery surface was sticky and thick with years of grime. He had no doubt that each time it was cleaned it was quickly and with little effort, and over time the bar had become its own being, thickened by the sweat and fingerprints of a million patrons. He shot another look – his fifth one so far – over to the darkened doorway, scanning the space for Mary Margaret's tiny frame. Killian, on the other hand, was more relaxed, leaning back in his low back bar stool casually and watching his friend with a smirk.

“Calm down,” Killian laughed, lifting his tumbler to his lips again and taking a sip of his rum. The brown liquid slid down his throat with a welcome burn and pooled in the pit of his stomach.

“She said she would be here,” Killian almost rolled his eyes at his friend's desperation and spun himself back to face the bar.

David took a breath, inhaling the stench of bodies and booze. Of course, she would. Why wouldn't she? It wasn't like they had just met the day before and had been constantly texting each other ever since. It wasn't like he might have said a few things in those text messages to impress her which may or may not have been true. He was nervous and his armpits flushed hotly under his shirt.

David was dressed smartly casual, similar to how he was before, except this time he had opted for his collarless black leather jacket. It was so impractical for a New York winter, but he felt confident wearing it, and when you were friends with the ever arrogant Killian Jones, you needed a little boost every now and then. David shot another look towards the door, sighing heavily when she still hadn't appeared into his field of view.

“You look desperate, mate,” Killian reiterated his previous words, reworking it into a more obvious statement in the hopes of David understanding his meaning. He held a finger up for the barman, pushing his empty glass towards the scruffy bearded man when he approached him again. He had a damp white towel thrown over his shoulder and a smart black shirt rolled up to his elbows. Killian was not shy when it came to drinking, and a good rum was his favourite tipple. “Another, my good man,” he gave the barman a quick smile and pressed a crumpled bill to the bar, sliding it towards him with a nod.

“She's late,” David frowned, pressing his weight against the bar. He didn't want to take his eyes off the doorway for a second.

“He speaks!” Killian announced triumphantly, nudging his elbow into David's. David shot him a glare, taking his eyes off of the arched entrance to The Rabbit Hole and missing Snow and Emma's entry. “And you say she is bringing a friend?” Killian's eyebrow twitched on his face, raising above the other as he smirked.

“Yeah, her room mate,” David shook his head needlessly.

Killian fingered the edge of his tumbler, the glass wet from condensation. A small smile played across his lips and he looked to David with a cocked brow that made David suspicious on his intentions. “Does this room mate have a name?”

“Why?” David queried quickly, narrowing his eyes.

“So I know what to call the young lass,” Killian's words set off another wry grin and he gulped a mouthful of rum down once more, enjoying the discomfort inflicted upon his already nervously itchy friend. “Relax,” Killian patted David's shoulder with his bionic hand, the cool metal of the device hidden under a single, black leather glove. “You need to believe I'm not the dashingly handsome philanthropist and plunderer of hearts you assume.”

“Yes, well,” David snapped impatiently, remembering that whilst many a woman had thrown themselves at his friend over the years, he could count on one hand the number of times Killian had lived up to his bravado and taken a girl home. “It's Emily? Amelia? Or something,” he shook his head at the notion of trying to remember any name other than Mary Margaret.

“Emma,” Killian breathed, catching sight of his new employee standing beside a petite, black haired, cherub faced woman at the other end of the bar.

“Yeah, that's it. Emma,” David agreed, not realising what his friend was looking at along the grimy length of bar.

If Killian had thought Emma was pretty in a white cotton t shirt and a Granny's apron, he had not planned on his body's reaction to seeing her in what she was wearing now. Or more accurately, his heart hadn't counted on it. With his mouth agape, he took in a breath and let his hand slide from David's shoulder. It fell silently and unnoticed as he watched Emma shake her head and flick her bouncing blonde curls over her shoulder effortlessly.

David followed his gaze and mirrored his actions when he saw Mary Margaret standing beside her. His skin flushed, but the colour in his face faded away, unnoticed in the shadowy bar. “She's here,” David gasped, his hands bunching into fists at his sudden nervousness, and his words catching in his throat.

Killian felt his lips twitch a the corners, pulling themselves into a narrow smile. “She is,” he agreed with his friend but not referring to the same person he was.

Killian had spent most of the last twelve hours trying to shake the images in his mind of the pretty young barista he had just hired. At least he could say he had hired her because of the way she made coffee – that wouldn't have been a lie. Emma's coffee was smooth with just the right hint of welcomed bitterness that had slid to the back of his throat with ease as he drunk it. Killian had in absolutely no way been influenced by her smile, her candor, or the way she leaned forward against the counter top as she had talked to him with kindness and welcoming. Absolutely not.

And he was most certainly not recalling the day dream he had inflicted upon himself. Not imagining the way the material of her dress felt under his fingertips. Certainly not imagining how it clung to every inch of her perfectly shaped body, accenting everything – and he meant everything – that made her so appealing. Even in the darkened bar, bodies crushed together as they huddled to buy more drinks, Emma stood out. Her red dress, partially hidden under the matching red leather of a jacket she was busily peeling off, was like a beacon in the room, a fire alight around her, beckoning him closer like a moth to a flame.

As it turned out, Killian had no need to gravitate towards her like a small, fuzzy insect because David had been busy gaining gusto, and had waved Emma and Snow over to their position. Killian repositioned himself in his seat, sitting forward on the chair and resting his elbows to the bar. He looked down at his drink awkwardly, gripping onto the glass a little too eagerly and wishing he hadn't actually had so many. Why did David's new love interest have to be room mates with the one person he shouldn't – professionally speaking – have his own interest in?

“Mary Margaret,” David beamed as she reached him but then he froze. He wasn't entirely sure what to do next and Emma barged Snow from behind, making her fall forward and into David's arms. He held her awkwardly and it turned into a small embrace before Emma shot Snow an apologetic look. “How are you?”

Snow grinned from ear to ear and stepped back from him. Emma noticed the pink blush that had crept over her cheeks and Snow bowed her head to push away a strand of her short style. “I'm fantastic,” she smiled, her words sweet and honestly the best thing David had ever heard. “How about you?”

“Oh, I'm great,” David smiled back as he let his hands drop from her arms, his skin instantly missing the feel of the cotton under his fingertips. They stood apart, but the space wasn't large enough for anyone to invade on their way to the bar. For a second, neither of them spoke and Emma could have sworn she heard some sort of love themed anthem playing around them. The Snow/Charming love theme she thought with a smile.

“How about a drink?” Emma offered the hopeless couple with a tight lipped smile.

David's head snapped up and he easily spied the taller woman over the top of Snow's head. “Emma?” he frowned.

“Yeah,” she knew what he was going to say so she interjected him quickly. “I'm not always making coffee,” Emma motioned over herself, lifting the red jacket draped over her arm out of the way so that David could see all of her.

“She scrubs up well,” Snow shrugged, downplaying her friend's amazing outfit. Her words also hadn't gone unnoticed by Killian who, without lifting his gaze from the near empty glass before him, agreed.

“Aye, she does.”

Emma gulped hard. She couldn't see him behind David's bulk, but his words, formed eloquently by his amazingly smooth accent – God, that accent– had her skin tingling. As David stepped aside, quickly apologising once again for forgetting his manners, Emma gripped harder at the soft, red leather of her jacket in her hands. Killian Jones was sitting in one of the low backed bar stools with just Snow and David between them. Emma could see he was again dressed in black, or dark blue, she couldn't quite tell, and was wearing no jacket and just a shirt. But what a shirt. The material was begging to be touched, soft to look at and luxurious with an almost hidden motif pressed onto it in a repeating pattern.

He was wearing those same jeans, tapering to his ankles and leaving nothing to the imagination as they gripped at his thighs enticingly, but now he had swapped his heavy boots for some smarter black shoes. They had no laces, probably because of his hand, but they were polished to the highest standard Emma had ever seen. Navy discipline. His shirt was tucked in smartly, a black belt sitting around his waist and its silvery buckle glinting against some light above the bar, and the top three – excessive? - buttons were popped open to reveal that chest hair.

What Emma wouldn't give to run her fingers through it. Stop. Or his black hair, medium length and swept to one side, trailing into lighter shades in front of his ears and tempting her fingers with its soft downy texture on his neck. God, stop. Or over the clearly defined muscular ripple of his shoulders under his shirt...

“What would you like to drink, ladies?” David interrupted her sordid daydream and Emma tore her eyes from Killian for a second to look at him.

“I'll have just a glass of wine,” Snow said sweetly, lifting her leg and perching herself onto one of the bar stools. With two between her and Killian, Emma figured David would want to sit next to Snow, so she moved forward into the space he had previously occupied and smiled at Killian.

“A Dark n' Stormy,” she smirked, talking to David but boring her stare into Killian. He might be her boss, but right here, right now, in that delectable outfit, he wasn't anything more than a man at a bar. Killian looked sideways at her and lifted an eyebrow.

“A rum based cocktail,” he noted as Emma laid her jacket over the back of the stool and lifted her frame up onto it.

“Yes, is that a problem?” Emma said coyly, lacing her fingers together and resting them on her lap. Killian watched intently.

“Quite the contrary,” he motioned towards his own drink – his fourth – nearly empty on the bar.

“You like rum too?” Emma leaned forward so he could hear her words. The bar had become a little louder now that happy hour was about to start and without even thinking, she rested her hands over his arm to steady herself.

Killian instinctively leaned toward her, cocking his head so she could talk into his ear. The hair on his neck stood on end as she spoke, her hot, warm breath tickling at his ear lobe and for the first time in many years, he felt warmth in his hand that had been reduced to nothing but nuts and bolts for so long. He knew it wasn't a real feeling, but a phantom perception he welcomed openly.

“I like rum too,” he retorted with a smile as Emma's drink arrived along the bar. The barman handed it to David, who pushed both it and the napkin it was sitting on along the bar effortlessly. Emma sat back to retrieve it, letting her fingers slip from his arm and instantly missing the contact.

“I wouldn't have taken you for someone who knew so much about cocktails though,” Emma sat back a little, plucking her high ball glass from the bar and circling her tongue around the thin, red straw that stuck out of it. Her drink was, as the name suggests, like a storm. Half the glass was almost clear with an orange top that was busy bleeding through the ice, mixing the two halves. Emma helped it along, gripping the straw between her fingers and bouncing it around in the drink.

“I know many things about many things,” Killian winked at her, lifting a finger to the barman for another drink.

Emma watched his hand and bit down on the straw. I bet you do.

“What a coincidence,” Killian welcomed his drink and thanked the barman with a nod as he removed the previously empty glass. Emma frowned.

“What is?” She sipped her drink and let the ice cold tang of alcohol slip languidly down her throat. Killian watched her neck as she swallowed, making a mental note of how soft her skin looked at that particular moment and wishing, in his semi drunken state, how he could find a way of tasting it.

He nodded over her shoulder. “You and Mary Margaret,” he said, gulping back a burn in his throat.

“Not really.”

He continued. “David and Mary Margaret meeting so casually,” he shrugged, lifting his drink up to his lips once more.

“Yeah, why does he deliver Chinese food?” Emma wondered aloud suddenly.

“You and I,” he almost whispered, watching her over the rim of his glass as he finally took a sip of rum.

“You and I?” Emma narrowed her eyes at him and took another sip of her drink. “There is no ‘You and I’,” She gulped.

Killian just smirked at her response, sticking his tongue out over his bottom lip and biting down on it. Emma could see that he was on the cusp of drunk, but she also suspected that without the alcohol this conversation wouldn't have been so randomly amusing. Killian pressed a finger to his lips, feeling his head swirl a little in the hazy bar. “Never say never, Swan.”

He used her name again. The way he did before and the way she kind of didn't but did like. The butterflies in her stomach lurched to life, their invisible wings beating relentlessly on the sides of her belly as they whizzed around her gut. How could someone so blatant be so attractive? Not just to look at, because Killian Jones was nothing if not tempting, but in everything. His mannerisms, his accent, the way his lightly stubbled jaw stretched across his face with every smile. The more Emma thought about it, the more she answered her own questions, and the more conflicted she felt.

He's your boss.

As the night drew on, Emma drank more and more. It wasn't her fault that both David and Killian were super generous, buying both Snow and herself drink after drink. From what Emma could tell, David drank beer. And he drank straight from the bottle, something she knew Snow found endearing for whatever strange reason. Each time he had lifted the cold, brown bottles to his lips, Snow had leaned on her hand to watch him like a love sick puppy.

Emma knew that they had talked most of the evening about their date. David had yet to take Snow out to dinner, as he had previously promised when he had fumbled their delivery of Chinese. And Emma figured he was getting to know her so well that it would probably end up as a pointless exercise. How two people could talk so much, and so quickly she would never quite know. They seemed to be as one as they chatted, finishing each other's sentences and letting the tell tale spark of romance show itself with glances, smiles and tender touches.

If they didn't kiss soon, Emma was going to make them.

Killian had insisted on them all moving into a booth seat once one had become free, so they had. Snow had pressed herself up against David for most of the evening, only excusing herself to use the facilities or follow David to the bar. Even from the other side of the room, Emma could see the way Snow leaned against him, uninhibited by wine and spritzers, and she smiled at the genuine elation on her friends face.

“He likes her,” Killian's words shook her from her reverie, Emma's vision a little blurred as she spun her face towards him once more. He was sitting beside her, his bulk pressed into the seat and his gloved hand thrown over the back of the seat. If Emma didn't know better she would say he was trying to sneak a glancing touch of the bare skin of her shoulder.

“She likes him too,” Emma confirmed with a grin.

Killian shuffled his weight, sliding closer to her on the seat. He almost draped his body over hers as he leaned closer, his breath tickling the skin of her neck. “I like you,” he whispered unashamedly and Emma could swear she felt him smile.

“You're drunk,” Emma pulled away from him, pressing her hand against his chest to hold him back when he threatened to fall towards her. Her fingertips brushed against that chest hair and Emma didn't even realise she had curled her fingers into it before it was happening.

“That might be so,” Killian slurred, sitting back away from her. “But I know what I want.”

Emma snorted in her throat and turned away from him, instantly missing the warmth of his body beside hers. “You can't have this,” Emma told him as if she was talking to a child.

Killian laughed and just grinned at her. “Alright, love,” he conceded.

“I mean it,” Emma drunkenly pressed the issue further to his surprise, spinning to look at him quickly. Killian was taken back when her bare knees bumped into his under the circular table, its irregular shape forcing them together. “You're my boss.”

“Yes, well,” Killian tucked his leg between her knees, shooting a glance over to the bar at David and Snow before shuffling even closer. His words were barely a whisper, but Emma could hear them as clear as day. “Perhaps a little gratitude is in order,” Killian lifted his fingers to his lips, tapping on the pink fleshy smile that had formed on his face. His eyes were dark but still the impossible blue colour that took Emma's breath from her in that moment.

Emma laughed a little at his words, not quite believing his cheek. “Thank you,” she smiled coyly. “For giving me a job.”

Killian leaned closer to her, his elbow resting on the table and his hand falling forward to smooth over the skin of her shoulder. Emma shivered under his touch and swallowed a hard lump that had formed in her throat. How could he be so drunk and yet so able to affect her entire body with one, tiny trace of his finger? A small laugh left his throat, but Emma only heard the lust in his voice. “Just thank you?” he purred, his eyes flicking between Emma's lips and hers as he licked at his bottom lip.

Emma rolled her eyes and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously. “Please,” she smiled at him, taking in his flushed cheeks as her eyes roamed over his face. “You couldn't handle it,” she breathed, fixing her gaze on his one more time.

“Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it,” Killian almost growled, his tongue clicking against the back of his teeth as he accented the last word.

Emma stared at him for a second, her bottom jaw twisting sideways as she pondered her options. There were not many really, and drunk Emma had always been a reckless Emma. Not only that, but she couldn't let anyone – let alone her boss – think that she was some kind of weak willed woman who could be shooed into submission with a flirting threat. Maybe Killian thought Emma wouldn't react. Maybe he thought she would. Either way, she did.

Emma reached her hands up between them, grabbing the open edge of Killian's shirt. She gripped at the material so hard that her fingertips burned white as she bunched it in her hands and she felt a slight tug on his chest hair as she pulled his entire body forward. Killian went limp in her arms, unable to stop the inevitable as Emma crushed her lips to his harshly. At first, it was quick and chaste, but when Killian felt Emma's hand tangle itself into the soft hair on the back of his head, he saw an opportunity to show her how capable of handling it he was.

Killian lifted his hand and tentatively rested it to the back of Emma's head. Her hair was soft under his fingers and he apprehensively stroked the lightly, curled warmth. He felt Emma soften at his touch, gripping harder at the edges of his shirt and holding her face to his. She was the first one to waiver, parting her lips to take a deep breath, but never letting his mouth leave hers. Killian pressed harder to her head, parting his own lips and deepening the kiss.

Emma's mouth was warm and tasted of lime and ginger, her tongue smoothing itself over the ridge of his teeth as they kissed. Killian tilted his chin, eager to push his tongue deeper into Emma's mouth. She complied, tilting her own head and pushing against his face with her own, a soft pant leaving her mouth each time she took a much-needed breath. It was mesmerizing and Killian's world stopped around him until it was just the two of them kissing in a darkened booth of a dive bar in New York.

Emma had no idea what she was doing. She was kissing her boss, hard and fast, and it was amazing. Her mind was telling her to stop, screaming at her subconscious unsuccessfully. Killian tasted of neat rum and his breath was laced with the alcohol too. Emma could smell it each time he gasped a breath and sunk his tongue back into her mouth with a wanton pant. A small groan escaped him and he felt Emma smirk against his lips.

Emma was so lost in the kiss that she nearly forgot what point she was trying to prove, and her body betrayed her even more as she pulled away from his, tearing their lips apart, but her hands pulled at the edges of his askew shirt so he was held to her face. Killian's nose was pressed against her cheek and both their mouths hung open as they panted hard against each other's face.

“That was, uh...” he croaked, his eyes finally opening to meet Emma's. His brow was damp, his hair ruffled and his previously encountered arrogance was gone. Killian dropped his gaze back to Emma's lips, leaning forward for a second taste of them when Emma pulled away and released her grip on his shirt.

“A one-time thing,” She almost had to push him away from her and Killian frowned, his brow knitting together in confusion. Emma twisted in her seat, smoothing her hands back through her hair and shaking it over her shoulders. “Don't mention this when they come back,” Emma plucked her straw between her fingers and nodded towards the bar.

“As you wish,” Killian obeyed and Emma smirked a little when he let out a frustrated breath beside her.

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