#you just have to know where to find works of that nature

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Could you write something where reader and Lando have been in a relationship and reader has a heart condition and she never told Lando so he didn’t stress about her and to focus on racing, and Lando and her brake up because he stupidly told her he wants to focus on racing this year and after she left he realised his mistake as all the little things reader did for him before a race are all gone and everything just feels wrong and when he tries to contact her he can’t find her until a few weeks later he gets a call from the hospital that reader has fallen unconscious and when he gets there he then learns about her heart condition and that stress is not good for her heart. But happy ending.

heart flutters (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, comfort, heart condition

The morning sun slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Lando’s bedroom. Y/N was lying beside him, her hand resting on his chest, her breathing soft and steady. Lando felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

He couldn’t quite remember when his mornings had become this perfect, but he knew Y/N had something to do with it.

She shifted, blinking awake, and her sleepy smile met his gaze. “Good morning, love,” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," he replied, kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep okay?"

“Always do when I’m with you,” she replied, snuggling closer. “Although I could do without you hogging the blanket,” she teased, giving him a playful poke.

Lando laughed, pulling her closer. “Alright, alright, I’ll work on it.”

These mornings together, the lazy Sundays and cozy, laughter-filled moments, were Y/N’s specialty. She seemed to know exactly what he needed, especially on race days. She’d wake up early with him, helping him calm his nerves and making sure he had everything he needed. And every time, he’d find some new way she was taking care of him, even if it was something small—like hiding a little note in his helmet, wishing him luck.

“Hey,” Y/N said, watching his thoughtful expression. “You okay?”

Lando nodded. “Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he admitted, his voice soft.

Y/N blushed, rolling her eyes a little. “You’re getting sappy on me, Norris.”

“Just telling it like it is,” he replied, smiling as he watched her try to hide her smile.

They went about their morning, with Y/N humming along to the soft music playing in the kitchen as she made breakfast. She slid a plate across to Lando, along with a steaming cup of his favorite coffee. He took a sip, sighing in contentment. She’d even managed to get his coffee just right.

"Alright, mister," she said with a smirk, sitting down beside him. "What's the game plan today?"

"Game plan?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “Thought you were the expert at making my plans.”

“Maybe,” she replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “But I like to think I’m just the support. You’re the superstar here.”

Lando rolled his eyes, chuckling. “You’re more than support, Y/N. You’re… you’re my everything, you know that?”

Y/N smiled, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, something he didn’t notice, too wrapped up in the moment. She covered it up with a quick laugh, brushing it off. “And you’re mine. Just… try not to get too cocky on track, alright?”

He laughed, squeezing her hand. “Can’t make any promises.”

Their relationship was filled with moments like these—easy, natural, just them being themselves. Y/N grounded him, kept him steady, especially when the world of racing felt overwhelming. She never burdened him with anything else, always making sure his focus was on the track. And she always brushed off his attempts to give back, saying his happiness was all she needed.

But it was Lando who felt like he needed her more than he’d ever admit.

As they finished breakfast, she reached out, taking his hand. "You'll do amazing, Lando," she said quietly. "You always do."

"I only do so well because of you, you know that?" he replied, squeezing her hand.

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes again, but there was warmth there, too. “Alright, alright, enough with the sweet talk. Go focus on your race and be the best you can be out there. That’s all I ask.”

Lando leaned in, kissing her softly. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Norris,” she replied, grinning as she kissed him back.

As he left for the track, he felt a familiar sense of calm wash over him. Y/N had this way of making everything feel right, grounding him no matter what lay ahead. He knew, deep down, that he’d never be able to thank her enough for everything she did for him.

And for Y/N, watching him walk out the door with that smile, she knew that was exactly how she wanted it to be.

--

It was late, and the rain was tapping against the window of Lando’s apartment as he paced back and forth, hands tangled in his hair. The 2024 season had been brutal, every race pushing him to his limit, the pressure of a potential world championship win weighing on him like a mountain. He could practically taste the victory, but the stress of it all had made him someone he barely recognized.

Y/N was sitting on the couch, arms crossed as she watched him pace. She’d noticed it for weeks now, the way he was shutting her out, snapping at her for even the smallest things, as if she were just another distraction.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice sharp. “Lando, can you stop pacing for two seconds and talk to me?”

He stopped, sighing heavily as he turned to face her. “What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he muttered. “That I’m exhausted? That I can’t focus with all of this going on?”

“All of this?” she echoed, hurt flashing across her face. “What’s ‘all of this,’ exactly? Because I thought we were a team, Lando. I thought I was helping you!”

“Helping me?” he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, I have to focus. Every race, every lap, every second counts right now. I can’t… I don’t have time to be dealing with you—”

“Dealing with me?” Her voice was sharp, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Lando, I’ve done nothing but support you. Every single time you’re struggling, I’m here. And now you’re telling me I’m… I’m a distraction?”

He clenched his fists, too frustrated to back down. “That’s exactly what I’m saying! Every time I’m around you, I feel like I’m being pulled in a million directions. I need to focus on racing, Y/N. I need this championship.”

“And what about us, Lando?” she demanded, standing up, her own anger now matching his. “Do I mean anything to you anymore, or am I just some inconvenience? Because that’s exactly how you’re making me feel.”

He looked away, the words slipping out before he could stop them. “Maybe it’s just not working anymore.”

Her eyes widened, the pain in them unmistakable. She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. “So that’s it? Just like that? You’re giving up on us?”

“Maybe I am,” he snapped, though even as he said it, something twisted painfully in his chest. “Maybe I need to focus on my career. I can’t have anyone holding me back right now.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Holding you back? I’m holding you back, Lando? After everything I’ve done? The sacrifices I’ve made, the nights I stayed up worrying for you, the races I watched, praying you’d come home safe… that’s ‘holding you back’?”

“You just don’t understand,” he muttered, his voice softer now but still laced with frustration. “You don’t get the pressure I’m under, Y/N. I have a chance to win this championship, and I can’t be thinking about anything else.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” she replied, her tone cold. “You’ve let this championship turn you into someone I barely recognize. The Lando I knew would have never pushed me away like this.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” he said, the words hitting her like a slap.

She swallowed hard, the hurt on her face plain to see. But she wasn’t about to let him get away with this. “You’re right,” she replied, her voice trembling with anger. “Maybe I don’t know you anymore. Because the man I fell in love with would have never treated me like this. He wouldn’t have thrown away everything we have because he’s too blinded by his own ambition.”

“Fine,” he spat, his anger still raging. “Maybe you should just leave, then.”

Silence fell between them, the weight of his words settling like a stone in the room. Y/N stared at him, her eyes filling with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

“Don’t worry, Lando,” she said, her voice breaking slightly as she grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. “I wouldn’t want to keep you from your precious championship.”

She turned toward the door, but stopped just before leaving, looking back at him one last time. “I hope it’s worth it, Lando. I really do.”

And with that, she was gone, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in the silence of the apartment.

Lando stood there, the anger that had been burning inside him now replaced by a hollow ache. He’d gotten what he’d wanted—he was free to focus on his racing. But as he looked around the empty room, he realized just how empty his life felt without her.

--

Lando sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the silence pressing in on him like a weight he couldn’t shake off. It had been two weeks since Y/N had walked out. At first, he told himself he’d done the right thing, that he needed to focus on racing, that he couldn’t afford any distractions. But now, all he could feel was the aching void she’d left behind.

Race weekend had come, and the pre-race routines—the moments that had once been so seamless, so comforting—now felt cold and empty. His helmet was sitting on the counter, untouched. There were no little notes tucked into his bag, no reminders to stay safe, no lucky charm slipped into his hand just before he left for the track. Y/N had always known what to do, how to make him feel like he could conquer the world. Now, everything just felt wrong.

He leaned against the counter, clutching the edge, his heart pounding as he stared down at his helmet. The knot in his chest tightened with each passing second, a harsh reminder of how badly he’d messed up.

“Lando?” Max entered the room, noticing his tense expression. “You alright, mate? You don’t look yourself.”

Lando managed a hollow smile, waving him off. “I’m fine.”

But Max wasn’t convinced. He took a seat across from him, eyeing him carefully. “You’ve been off these past few weeks. Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”

“Yeah, just… racing stress, you know?” Lando muttered, though he knew it was a lie. It wasn’t racing stress—it was Y/N. She’d been his anchor, the one person who made him feel like he was more than just a driver. Without her, he felt like he was falling apart.

Max raised an eyebrow, skeptical but respectful enough not to push further. “Alright, well… if you need anything, let me know. You know I’m here for you.”

“Thanks,” Lando replied, trying to keep his voice steady. But as Max left, the emptiness clawed at him even more fiercely. He glanced back down at his helmet, the silence in the room growing louder, deafening.

He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He slumped down onto the floor, burying his face in his hands as memories flooded him. He remembered the way Y/N would look at him with those warm eyes, her voice filled with gentle reassurance.

The more Lando went through his days, the more he noticed just how much Y/N had been woven into every corner of his life. Each time he stumbled over a small moment they used to share, it was like a painful reminder of how deeply he had messed up.

Race Day Routine

When he sat down for breakfast the morning of his next race, he instinctively reached for the small bag she’d usually leave out for him—one filled with his favorite snacks, electrolyte packets, and a note in her neat handwriting that usually said, “For that extra boost, love. You’ve got this.” Every race day morning, she’d make sure his essentials were perfectly packed, knowing how easily he’d forget them in the rush.

But the counter was empty, and so were his hands. There was no note, no bag, no encouraging message. He’d scoffed at how overprotective she’d been, thinking he could handle it himself. Now, as he fumbled to prepare for his race on his own, the empty counter felt like a gaping hole in his chest.

Before the Race

In the paddock, he felt it again, the silence louder than ever. Y/N would always make sure to slip away with him for just a moment before he stepped into the garage, giving him a quiet pep talk when he needed it most. Her words, so full of calm and warmth, used to steady him, keeping the pressure from crushing him. She’d take his face in her hands, look him straight in the eyes, and remind him, “It’s just you and the track. Nothing else matters. Drive like only you can.”

He’d rolled his eyes at her sometimes, told her he didn’t need the cheesy encouragement—but she’d insisted anyway, saying, “Well, too bad, because you’re getting it.” Her words were like armor, a shield she’d wrapped around him before every race.

Now, standing alone by his car, he could feel the pressure creeping in, gnawing at him, and there was nothing to keep it at bay. He glanced around, almost expecting to see her in the crowd, but of course, she wasn’t there.

Late Nights in the Simulator

Back at the team facility, he spent more time than ever practicing, pushing himself harder, trying to keep his mind from drifting back to her. But even here, she’d left her mark. On the long nights, Y/N used to bring him coffee, perfectly made just the way he liked it, and sit beside him, giving him quiet company. She wouldn’t say much, just enough to keep his spirits up, occasionally throwing him an encouraging smile as he took lap after lap in the simulator.

And when he’d get frustrated, when he’d curse and slam his fists on the table, she’d place a calming hand on his shoulder, reminding him, “You’re Lando Norris, you can do this. Don’t let the tough laps get to you. Breathe.”

Now, he sat there, tense and alone, his coffee lukewarm and forgotten. No hand to steady him, no quiet reassurance. The simulator felt cold, and so did he.

At Home, Late at Night

Even the nights felt wrong. Y/N had always insisted on turning on the small night light for him, a tiny habit she’d developed when she realized that he hated stumbling around in the dark after a race, too exhausted to find his way. He’d teased her about it, saying he didn’t need it, but she’d laugh, saying, “Well, one of us does.” She’d make sure it was on for him every night she stayed over, like clockwork.

Tonight, he sat in the pitch-black room, the silence pressing in, the absence of the warm glow almost suffocating. He clenched his fists, swallowing against the ache that was rising in his throat. He missed her laugh, her teasing, the tiny acts of love she’d filled his life with.

Flashback

“You’re going to be amazing today, Lando,” she’d whisper, holding his hand just before he stepped onto the track. “Just remember, it’s not about winning or losing to me. I love you just the same, no matter what.”

And he’d feel his nerves melt away. She had a way of making him feel like he could face anything.

Now, without her, the fear crept back in, gnawing at him from the inside.

He pressed his palms into his eyes, a shaky breath escaping him. “God… what have I done?”

Every little thing she used to do, every act of kindness, every word of encouragement—he’d taken it all for granted. He thought he could focus better without her, that his life would be easier. But instead, all he felt was the emptiness of her absence, like a cold shadow in every corner.

His phone buzzed on the counter, and his heart jumped, a surge of desperate hope flooding him as he reached for it. But it was just a message from his manager.

Frustration tore through him, and he tossed his phone down, clenching his fists. He could still hear her voice in his head, her words from their last fight haunting him.

Flashback to Their Argument

“Don’t worry, Lando,” she’d said bitterly, her voice cracking. “I wouldn’t want to keep you from your precious championship.”

He remembered her eyes, red and tear-filled, as she looked at him one last time, filled with a pain he’d caused. He remembered thinking he was doing the right thing, choosing his career, telling himself he couldn’t afford to be vulnerable.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he muttered to himself, feeling a tear slip down his cheek.

Everything felt different without her. The things he used to love—the rush of the track, the thrill of competition—they all felt meaningless now. He was pushing himself harder than ever, but it wasn’t out of passion. It was to numb the ache she’d left behind, to keep himself from falling apart.

But no matter how fast he drove, how hard he pushed, he couldn’t outrun the realization.

Race Day Morning

He stood in front of the mirror, suit half-zipped, his hands gripping the sink as he stared at his own reflection. His face looked drawn, the shadows under his eyes deep. The loneliness, the guilt, the regret—it was all written there, plain as day.

“You look terrible,” he muttered to himself, voice hollow.

He remembered the way she’d stand beside him, fixing his collar, laughing as she reminded him to keep his head cool. And now, all he had was his own reflection staring back at him, mocking him with his own emptiness.

Finally, the weight became too much, and he grabbed his phone, his fingers shaking as he typed her number. He didn’t know what he was going to say, didn’t know if she’d even answer. But he couldn’t keep going like this. He needed to apologize, to tell her how wrong he’d been, how much he missed her.

The phone rang, each ring feeling like an eternity. Just as he was about to give up, her voicemail clicked on.

“Hey, it’s Y/N… leave a message.”

He swallowed hard, the sound of her voice hitting him like a punch to the gut. Taking a shaky breath, he spoke, his voice breaking.

“Y/N… it’s me. I… I don’t know if you’ll ever listen to this, but I just… I’m so sorry.” His voice trembled, each word spilling out like a confession. “I was wrong, okay? I thought I needed to focus, but without you… everything’s falling apart. I miss you. I miss… us. Please… please just… call me back.”

He hung up, feeling the weight of his own words settle over him. But there was nothing else he could do now, except hope—hope that somehow, she might still care, might still give him a chance to fix the mess he’d made.

--

Lando had tried everything. He’d called, texted, even reached out to her friends, hoping someone could tell him where she was. But no one had any information; she’d slipped away completely. Days turned into weeks, and with each one, the realization sank deeper: she might never come back.

One night, Lando sat alone in his apartment, drained and unfocused, his phone resting on the coffee table. His mind was restless, jumping between regret and desperation, reliving their last fight, the look in her eyes as she’d walked out.

Then, the phone rang, startling him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it without thinking, not even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Is this Lando Norris?” a calm, professional voice asked.

“Uh… yeah, this is him,” Lando replied, his heart pounding.

“This is Dr. Kapoor from St. Thomas Hospital. You’re listed as an emergency contact for Y/N Y/L/N.”

Lando’s stomach dropped, his throat suddenly dry. “Yes, yes, that’s me… is she alright? What happened?”

“She was brought in unconscious a few hours ago,” the doctor explained. “We’ve stabilized her, but we’d like you to come in as soon as possible.”

Lando didn’t need to hear anything else. He muttered a frantic “I’m on my way” before grabbing his keys and running out the door.

The drive to the hospital felt endless, each passing second stretching painfully as he sped down the empty streets. His mind raced with possibilities, the worst scenarios creeping in, twisting his insides. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly they were white.

By the time he burst through the hospital doors, he was gasping for breath, his heart pounding as he frantically searched for her room. A nurse pointed him down the hall, and he bolted, not caring how he looked, just needing to see her, to know she was alright.

He found her room and stopped, momentarily frozen by the sight before him. Y/N lay in the hospital bed, pale and fragile, wires and monitors surrounding her. The steady beep of her heart monitor filled the room, grounding him slightly, but the sight of her like this tore at him. Slowly, he stepped forward, his throat tight, struggling to keep his emotions in check.

Just as he was about to speak, the doctor entered.

“Mr. Norris?” Dr. Kapoor’s voice was gentle, sensing his distress.

Lando nodded, barely able to manage a word. “What… what happened to her?”

Dr. Kapoor took a deep breath, her expression softening. “Y/N has a heart condition called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It’s a condition that can be exacerbated by stress, which could lead to fainting or, in severe cases, even heart failure.”

Lando’s face fell, his voice barely a whisper. “She… she never told me.”

“She might not have wanted to worry you,” the doctor said. “It’s common for patients with this condition to keep it private, especially if they think it might place a burden on others.”

Lando’s heart twisted, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realized why she’d never mentioned it. She hadn’t wanted him to stress, to worry, especially during the season when he’d been under so much pressure. She’d always put him first, even to the point of hiding something so serious.

He took a shaky breath, blinking back tears. “Can I… can I see her?”

The doctor nodded. “She’s stable now, and she’ll likely wake up soon. But remember, keeping her calm is crucial. She’ll need rest and minimal stress to recover.”

Lando swallowed, nodding quickly, but he couldn’t keep the emotion out of his voice. “I’ll… I’ll take care of her. I swear.”

Dr. Kapoor offered him a small, understanding smile before leaving the room, giving him a moment alone with Y/N.

Lando stepped closer, reaching out to gently take her hand. His thumb traced over her knuckles, and he noticed how cold her hand felt in his.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry. I should have been there. I should have known.”

He sat beside her, the weight of everything hitting him all at once. “I was so… so stupid. I thought I needed to focus on racing, but… God, I was wrong. I was so wrong. You’re… you’re everything, Y/N. None of this means anything without you.”

He stayed like that, holding her hand, his head bowed as he let himself cry for the first time in weeks. All the pride, all the anger—it had melted away, leaving only the raw, aching regret of having pushed away the one person who truly loved him.

After a few minutes, he felt her fingers twitch slightly in his hand. His head shot up, hope flooding his chest as he saw her eyes slowly blink open.

“Y/N?” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

She blinked up at him, confusion flickering across her face before her gaze settled on him, and he saw a flash of pain in her eyes. “Lando…?”

He took a deep breath, his grip on her hand tightening. “I’m here. I’m right here, love.”

She tried to sit up, wincing as the monitor beeped slightly faster. Lando was quick to place a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle but firm. “Hey, don’t… don’t push yourself. Just… just rest.”

She looked away, her voice barely a whisper. “Why are you here, Lando? I thought… you wanted to focus on racing.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he forced himself to face her, to let her see the remorse in his eyes. “I was wrong, Y/N. I was so, so wrong. I thought I needed to do it alone, that I couldn’t let myself get… attached. But all I did was ruin the best thing in my life.”

Her expression softened, and he saw her blinking back tears. “You really hurt me, Lando. I didn’t ask you for much. I just wanted to be there for you, and you… you made me feel like I was a burden.”

“I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “And I hate myself for it. You did everything for me, and I didn’t see it until you were gone. I love you, Y/N… I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and he reached up, brushing it away with a tenderness that spoke of all the things he wished he’d done sooner. “I’m here now,” he continued. “And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

She looked at him for a long moment, searching his face, and finally nodded, her hand squeezing his. “You hurt me, Lando. But… I still love you, too.”

Relief flooded his face, and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I’ll be better. I promise.”

For the first time in weeks, Lando felt a spark of hope, knowing he had a chance to rebuild what he’d nearly thrown away. And as he sat beside her, holding her close, he vowed never to let her feel alone again.

--

Lando had been the perfect caretaker ever since Y/N was discharged from the hospital. He took her straight back to their apartment, rearranging everything in his life to ensure she was comfortable and safe. Every morning, he’d bring her breakfast in bed with a ridiculous grin, complete with heart-shaped toast and fresh orange juice. He filled her day with little surprises—flowers by her bedside, a new stack of her favorite books, and even a fuzzy blanket he’d bought just for her.

One night, Y/N woke up in the middle of the night, instinctively reaching for him, only to find his side of the bed empty. Confused, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. She hadn’t heard him get up, and her heart skipped slightly as worry bubbled up, wondering if something was wrong.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, her bare feet padding softly as she went to look for him. She found him in the living room, seated on the couch with his laptop open and a small notebook by his side. His hair was tousled, and he had a focused, almost determined expression on his face as he typed something into the search bar.

“Understanding Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy” appeared on the screen, along with several videos, articles, and patient forums. Lando had a pen in his hand, and as he clicked on a video, she watched as he jotted down notes on a page, his handwriting a messy scrawl but full of sincerity. The video’s audio was soft, and she could hear the narrator explaining symptoms, risk factors, and the importance of a low-stress environment.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she watched him, realizing just how much he was trying to understand, to do anything he could to protect her.

“Alright,” he muttered to himself, tapping the pen on the notebook. “Avoid stress… maybe I can start doing a weekly meditation with her or, like… yoga? Yeah, that might help. And… maybe I should keep her work stuff organized so she doesn’t feel overwhelmed.”

Y/N couldn’t hold back any longer. She quietly stepped forward, and Lando jumped slightly when he felt her curl up on his lap, but he immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice tender as he brushed a hand over her hair. “What are you doing awake?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she murmured, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were soft, full of gratitude and love, and Lando’s heart swelled.

He gave her a sheepish smile, glancing at the open notebook. “I… I wanted to make sure I was doing everything right. I know I’ve messed up before, and I want to be the best I can be for you now. So, I figured… I’d do my homework.”

Y/N let out a quiet laugh, blinking back tears. “You’re really… reading up on my condition?”

“Of course I am,” he said, his voice warm but serious. “I need to know how to keep you safe. How to make sure you’re not stressed out or worried, and…” He swallowed, his voice breaking just a bit. “I just want to make everything perfect for you, love.”

She buried her face in his neck, her heart aching in the best way possible. “Lando… you’re already doing more than enough. Just… being here with me, caring for me… it’s more than I could ever ask for.”

“But it doesn’t feel like enough,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’m never going to let you feel alone or unimportant again. You’re my world, Y/N. I want to make sure you’re as healthy and happy as you can be.”

She pulled back, looking at him with watery eyes, a small smile on her face. “Lando, I don’t need perfection. I just need you.”

His expression softened as he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Well, you’re stuck with me,” he said, grinning. “Because I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna keep studying this and doing everything I can to make sure you feel safe and loved.”

She laughed through her tears, leaning into his hand. “You already make me feel so loved. I don’t think you even realize it, but you do.”

Lando’s smile turned gentle, and he bent down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “Good. Because I’m crazy about you, Y/N. I just want to be the person you deserve.”

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his kiss settle over her, and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re already that person, Lando. You always have been.”

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her as he held her close. “Good. Because I’m not stopping until I see that smile on your face every single day.”

As Y/N nestled closer into his lap, her attention shifted to the laptop screen, where a doctor was speaking in a calm, measured tone.

“Managing stress is crucial for patients with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy,” the voice on the video explained. “Avoid situations that may induce high emotional stress. For instance, hostile conversations, arguments, or other confrontational exchanges can increase strain on the heart.”

Lando stilled, his gaze fixed on the screen as those words sank in. She could feel him tense beneath her, a flicker of regret passing over his face.

“That… makes sense,” he whispered, almost to himself. “I’ve been so selfish. I didn’t realize that my own stress… my own words… could actually make things worse for you.”

Y/N put her hand on his cheek, urging him to look at her. “Lando, it’s okay—”

“No,” he interrupted gently, meeting her gaze with a deep, remorseful look. “It’s not okay. I didn’t just make things stressful; I let you feel like you couldn’t even tell me what was going on with you. I was so wrapped up in myself… I can’t believe I was so blind.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she watched him, the depth of his regret written all over his face. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “We’re here now. That’s what matters. You’re here, and I know how much you care.”

He exhaled slowly, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter. “I’ll never let stress come between us again, love. I promise.”

They sat together like that, wrapped up in each other, as the rest of the world faded away. Lando continued to stroke her hair, murmuring sweet promises of the future he envisioned for them. And for the first time in weeks, Y/N felt a calm settle over her, knowing that Lando was there, exactly where he wanted to be, and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

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content: bf!woozi, established relationship, pure fluff, woozi is starving for affection and doesnt know how to react to it!!

wc: 610

a/n: i know this wasnt a request but i had to turn it into a little drabble bc im so obsessed with him and wanna take care of him so badly i just need to manifest that need into writing</3

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the first time you took care of jihoon was subtle. it barely went noticed by him at first, but when he realized, he couldn't help but recoil to himself. it was odd, really, to have someone care for you in subtle ways. it wasn't expected.

in reality, it had been quite simple. walking into his home studio, he almost missed it due to his organizational habits, but upon closer inspection it was obvious. you had cleaned up.

not only had you done the usual superficial upkeep that he was accustomed to doing, but you'd dusted! you'd moved every figurine, every bit of equipment, every movable object, basically, and dusted it before placing it right back where it belonged. the air smelled clean too, courtesy of your good taste in cleaning products.

the cleanliness gave him a newfound energy, especially due to knowing it had been your act.

next time he saw you, he was a bit embarrassed to thank you, but still managed a hug and a suspicious 'love you' murmured against your lips without any further explanation.

~

cleaning his home studio became a more common occurrence after a while. jihoon had at some point formally expressed his gratitude for it, but also added the lack of need for it. he felt badly having you clean for him, so he shyly stumbled his way into telling you that it was okay! he wouldn't want you to tire yourself with such a task!

this was met with a squeeze at his hip and a giggle as you let him know that you didn't mind. he was rarely at home while you worked from home, so cleaning just became a natural part of your day.

he accepted this with warmth in his stomach. it was nice that it didn't feel like a responsibility to you. you just did it because you wanted to help him. he liked being helped.

this came along with various other acts of service you'd do without question. acts which continued to make jihoon's heart flurry with a mixture of gratitude and bashfulness.

the list was quite long, once he took a minute to really think about it.

you'd drop in with lunch for him and his bandmates every so often (which was quite a feat considering the number of friends he had), you'd brush his hair any time he let it grow a little more (claiming you just had that magic touch — which, granted, you did), suddenly he'd have socks on his feet when he woke up on a cold night, would find a brand newly knitted scarf on his way out the door in the morning, his kitchen would be stocked with his favorite coffee mix. there were too many tiny details to count.

jihoon always tried to return the favor, but would always feel like he lacked. no one in this world could compare to how doting you were, he'd decided.

worst of all was the viscerally embarrassing way in which he'd react at your acts of service.

he'd always known himself to be bad at receiving love, but he had thought that being with you would teach him a thing to do. the reality was, though, that the stuttering and the blush on his cheeks would just become a staple every time you so much as removed an eyelash from his cheek.

he sometimes wondered to himself, did you realize? how affection-starved he was? how much he truly appreciated your affections despite being the worst at verbalizing this gratefulness?

but the answer was found in the kiss pressed to his cheek any time he'd stutter his way through a 'thank you, i love you.'

[vicariousresearcher]

concept: hybrid needing a knot during their heat but none of the 141 has one...........they learn that two dicks is a good replacement

cw: heat, hybrid!reader, afab reader, double pen, underwear stealing, degradation, dub-con ish not really.

Canine hybrid! Reader who's been a bitch lately.

Mouthing off, flashing teeth, scrapping your claws at the leather collar banded over your throat, snarling like the feral animal you were when you first came to them.

Just being an absolute hellion to be around. 

The team think it ends there though. Just some mood swings and being territorial. You’ll get over whatevers bothering you.

You however were keenly aware of the changes going through your body; the restlessness that itched in your muscles, the almost overstimulating nature of even the most basic things, the more primitive part of your brain lighting up.

And of course the slick between your thighs. Having to change your panties in the morning because you’d soaked them through. And that's of course just throughout the nights. Days are worse. Spending all that time with the team, your body trying its hardest to convince you that the friendly pat on your shoulder was, in fact, not platonic.

And it's just getting worse the longer you ignore it. Accumulating in you locking yourself in your room after you were dumb enough to spar with Soap. All chidding comments and tangled limbs.

Getting tossed and restrained. Snapping teeth only to get a tug on your ear. Your face getting slammed into the mat and a goading ‘all that attitude and this is all you can do?’

Completely ignorant to the heat simmering under your skin and the patch of fabric between your legs where you’d soaked through to your pants.

……..

You practically ran away with your tail between your legs. Pissy and annoyed. Gaz saw the glare in your eyes as you walked past him in the hallway, recalling how Soap said the way to get you out of your funk was to beat it out of you because of course Soap thought that would work.

Didn’t take long for him to find the Scot and prod for some answers to what exactly he did. Rubbing some brain cells together they decided maybe a better solution was to be nice. Ask you to come watch a movie with em in the common room as an apology.

…….

They should’ve knocked, both decided silently. Assumed that you were in your room fuming and pacing like a caged lion.

What they didn’t expect to see was this.

Their dignified teammate, their hybrid, like this.

Lights off, straddling a pillow, bare from the waist down. Pitiful mewls muffled by the bunched-up fabric in your hand. Pressing it over your mouth and nose. Sticky noises from how fervently rode the slick soaked pillow. Choking when the seam caught over your clit.

All it took was one too thick swallow and your flattened ears perked up. Eyes snapping to the doorway. 

Took all of five seconds for you to retreat into the corner of your bed. A death grip on the pillow between your legs to maintain a semblance of dignity. The sneer on your face a perfect picture of humiliation and anger.

“This is why you ran off so quick?” Gaz said with a chuckle, breaking the silence. Pity creasing his brows as he connected the reason to your sudden change in behaviour.

He’s the one that moved first, leaving Soap at the door who was currently rebooting as he saw that the fabric in your hand was his boxers.

Took the time to adjust the chubbing in his pants before kicking the door shut. 

Pillows fluffed and padded around the bed like some sort of nest. Blankets-no-clothes strewn about. Ghosts hoodie here, Gaz’s track pants there. The shirt you wore having ‘Price’ on the breast. Just proving you’d been suffering like this for a while. Long enough to collect all this.

Your ears pinned back at their approach. Growl failing. Too high pitched, a needy whine.

The mattress sinks when Gaz places a knee on it. Up close he can see how dilated your pupils are. Feel the feverish heat your skin is emitting. One look and he knows you’ve gone nonverbal like how you do during stress on the field.

“Jesus, you had Price worried. Thought something was actually wrong with how you’ve been actin’.” 

Gaz says with a half smile. Like this was fucking funny or something-

As if seeing the impending snarl he closes in. Calloused hand smoothing over the side of your head, scratching the base of your ear affectionately. Voice sweet enough for the condescension to be drowned out.

“Shhh, you’re okay. It’s okay, pup. We’ll help.” 

Gaz’s smell is almost paralyzing. Dizzying in a way that makes you want to crack open his rib cage and live in his skin. You don’t even notice how your legs have been coaxed apart from the death grip you had on the pillow. 

Then Soap is up to your side, eyes locked down on the mess between your legs. Clit raw and puffy from your attempts at relief. Saliva building up in his mouth in anticipation of getting his face shoved between those thighs. Would you cry? Squirm? Pull his hair and ride his face?

Gaz’s patronizing voice in your ear stealing your attention long enough for Soap's fingers to ghost along your folds. A whine bubbles out of your throat when you flinch back. 

“Fuckin’ jumpy mutt.”

The look the two of them share is lost on you as you get manhandled. Soap wedges his hands under your ass and drags you forward so Gaz can slip in behind you. Your spine going rigid against Gaz’s chest as he flattens you against him, hooking his legs under yours and propping you open.

Long fingers clenched over your jaw, Gaz dragging your attention back to him. The look of uncertainty yet desperation on your face was enough to make him laugh.

“What? You don’t want him to touch you no more? You sit in here huffing his boxers like a dirty mutt but now that you have the real thing you shy away? Come on pup…” 

He kept his hold on your jaw while the other snakes around to hitch up your shirt's hem, letting Soap work without hindrance. Forcing you to keep your eyes on him. 

Soap doesn’t even have to work his fingers into you. Slick dripping onto the bed. Two sliding in so easily.  

“How often have you been like this hm? Is this why you disappear throughout the day? To get off?”

Three had your thighs jolting, straining over Gaz’s thighs. 

“Bitch in heat huh?” Soap says as he breaks his focus on your cunt to look at you. Neck arched back so your head can rest on Gaz’s shoulder. Lips parted to let out pathetic whines and whimpers. Gaz’s hand going under the hoodie to paw at your chest like he’s been wanting to since he set eyes on the obedient little hybrid who’d rip out throats at his suggestion. 

Four has your pussy squelching and wetness pooling into Soaps palm. A groan falling from his mouth at the sight. Freehand unclipping his belt.

“Stealing our stuff too? Hell, you even got some of Prices shit in here, you want to fuck him too? I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear bout that.”

The way your gaze slid down to him, humiliated yet so turned on made his grin widen. Cock straining against the seam of his pants.

“Doesn’t need any more prep.” Soap addressed Gaz from over your shoulder, pulling his fingers out of you. Showing off the excessive wetness in the low light, a shit eating grin on his face. “Mutt took care of that already.”

They just moved you like some doll. Soap taking you off of Gaz and setting you on top to straddle his hips while Gaz worked at his own pants. His hand presses down on your shoulder blades to see your spine arch all proper while he settles in behind.

Their obedient pet, kneeling on all fours, back bent and ass raised. 

Fluffy tail wagging as Soap hitched up the shirt so he could grope at her tits. Swollen and sensitive and needing a pup to latch onto them. 

The sound that came out of you when he took your nipple was pornographic. Shrill and needy, no semblance of the respectable hybrid of the 141.

Gaz was the first to push in. Gummy heat overwhelming, like nothing he’d ever felt. Not an ounce of friction.

“Hybrids can’t get pregnant from humans right?” Gaz asked, pulling out till just the tip was in. Head swimming. He only earned a bark of laughter from Soap.

“One pump chump huh?”

“Fuck off you haven’t been in her yet-“ 

You flattening your ass against his hips cut off the conversation. The feeling of him bottoming out finally scratching that itch that’s been building under your skin for days. 

Gaz tries to say something bout you being a “greedy mutt” but you just keep moving. Chasing that tightening feeling in your stomach. Slapping back hard against his hips so he can reach as deep as possible. 

Only for him to pull out when your bounces got more frantic. A growl builds in your throat, ears pinned back when you whipped your head around. 

“Was wondering where that attitude went,” Soap smirked, notching his fat cockhead against your entrance. 

They just kept on with this. Taking turns plunging into your pussy because neither of them are willing to stick their dicks between your teeth or risk the potential freak out with your ass. A silent competition to see who’ll cum first.

As soon as they’d feel that heat build up in their stomach they’d pull out only for the other to lodge in. Never leaving you empty for a second 

Drool dripped onto Soap's collarbone, Gaz’s fingers lodged between your teeth to keep you from latching onto Soap's neck and marking him. They weren’t stupid enough to enable that at least. Price would have their heads.

Not that you cared. Brain fuzzy as the restlessness you'd been dealing with for days got dealt with. Gaz’s position lets his batter against your cervix while Soap's dick curves perfectly so that his shallower movements let him grind against your g-spot.

All growls thinned out into whines as they both jeered and jabbed at you and each other. Gaz thumbing over your rim, Soap rough fingers meanly pinching at your puffy clit. Their stupid little hybrid who only took a couple hard thrusts and friction to cum.

Yet that wasn’t enough. You needed more to be satisfied. To be filled. Fulfill the animalistic purpose to be pinned down and bred.

Didn’t take long for either of them to get to the end of their ropes. Slowly pushing themselves into overstimulation from the repeated edging, pulling out just as they felt their balls tighten only to have to let the other shove past to get inside of you.

Blubbering came from you, attempts of begging. More you needed more. More of them. Needed to be stuffed full. Claws digging into Soaps shoulders to create bloody crescents. Crying out when Gaz slipped in too early. Bullying in to force you to fit them both. Stretch bordering on painful, eyes rolling back in your head. Coil snapping at the feeling of what your body can only understand to be being knotted.

Your clenching walls force them both still beyond small, deep thrusts. Between you and the feeling of grinding against Soap's veins send Gaz over the edge first. Your cunt fluttering as if milking all of his load. Rapid enough to finish off Soap. 

Fucked dumb was the best word for you at this point. Overstimulating from the feeling of being stretched by two dicks, the smell of both of their sweat gives you a heady feeling. A lingering taste of copper in your mouth from breaking through Gaz’s skin.

They let you collapse into your nest once pulling out. Shaking thighs and a tear-streaked face. Soap scoops up a fingerful of his and Gaz’s cum and pushes it back into your quivering pussy.

Your whine earning mean laughs. Tail thumping against the pillows. Ready for round two. 

……

Later a video is sent into the group chat with a text underneath saying ‘teaching the dog new tricks.’

[luckykiwiii101]

NOVEMBER CHALLENGE

YOUR NEW ROUTINE

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

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ィ⠀*ring ring* your dream life is calling…⠀࿐

P.S. Make sure you have read THIS POST beforehand! I know this is called the November Challenge but you can use this routine anytime!! This is for people who are going to take their dream life seriously.

Hey Upper East Siders! Gossip Girl here and I have a “challenge” for you. I don’t want you to think about the life you could be living, but the life you will be living after reading this post.

You’ve been denying yourself of a beautiful life for a long time, and that ends now. And i’m sure since you’ve read my “I look forward to never seeing you again” post, you know exactly how the law of assumption works and exactly what you need to do.

So here’s your new manifestation routine, because I am not going to lay back and watch every single one of you live a miserable life and doom scroll on tumblr. I thought the season of horror movies was last month, yet you’re still watching. But not for long.

NOTE!!: When I tell you to “Imagine & feel”, I am talking about FULLY identifying with the INNER self. To read my post about how to imagine CLICK HERE (You should be fully immersed in your inner reality like HERE)

ィ⠀WAKING UP⠀࿐

-> The first minute right as you wake up is a really useful state where your subconscious is extremely susceptible to new assumptions & beliefs.

-> Imagine yourself having all your desires and the best self concept ever!!! Do this for as long as you want, until you are 100% certain that you have the best self concept and that you have everything you want in imagination. Your self concept = Nothing can “ruin” your manifestations because you already have them and you are above all your desires. You are on the pedestal.

ィ⠀THROUGHOUT THE DAY⠀࿐

-> Throughout the day when you find that your desires come to mind, go back to the state and just know that you have them. Feel yourself to have it in imagination. Imagine & feel. Have fun with it! Look at your vision boards, script, visualise, affirm, vaunt, do whatever you want as long as it fulfills you. DO THIS EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU THINK OF YOUR DESIRES!!!!

-> For those of you who are very busy throughout the day and don’t naturally think of their desires throughout the day because they don’t have time, set reminders on your phone!!! Download this app called “Structured” on the app store, and you can set notifications!

-> Set these reminders on your phone for every 1-2 hours so that you can dwell in the state of the wish fulfilled!!! e.g. A reminder goes off on your phone at 1pm which means it’s time to imagine & feel. Then another reminder goes off at 2pm or 3pm depending on what you choose telling you to imagine & feel. You can use a code word if you don’t want people to see the notifications on your phone. e.g. “I&F means to imagine and feel.”

ィ⠀GOING TO SLEEP⠀࿐

-> Do SATS as you are falling asleep. It’s alright if you don’t “succeed” when doing sats the first time. Control yourself from just falling asleep, keep persisting. This part is optional but it is very helpful to making your desires feel natural to you.

-> You can also do an alpha state meditation right before you go to sleep. You can also do this alpha state meditation any time of the day when you are in a relaxed environment.

ィ⠀REASSURANCE VAUNT⠀࿐

EXPERIENCING THE 3D & FEELING DOUBTFUL

-> NOTE: Unidentifying with the 3D doesn’t mean to ignore the 3D. You are still experiencing the 3D in your day to day life, you simply cannot ignore it. All you can do is just not identify with it. How do you do this? When you experience the 3D, you do not assume that your 3D self is the real you, because your inner self is the real you! You view the 3D as nothing but an illusion based on past assumptions.

-> I want you to know that it’s normal to feel doubtful as the days go on when manifesting your dream life. But you HAVE to keep persisting and not let those doubts get to you. Keep going back to imagination & feeling!!! No matter what!!! Don’t EVER give up!! Don’t give up on yourself!! You don’t deserve that.

-> EVERY time you start to feel fear & doubt and the 3D becomes too overwhelming for you, read this reassurance vaunt by me. It will help you get back on track. -> CLICK HERE

-> When you feel doubtful or even unmotivated, you can read success stories on @loasuccessarchive and @voidsuccessarchive, but remember to ALWAYS go back to feeling!!!

DO NOT let anything get in your way. You are your inner self and you are God. Nothing can tell you otherwise.

- gossip girl

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

[clairdelunetarot]

★  Oh it has been a minute! Hello everyonee, I'm back with the pac that was promised! Sorry for the delay, oh it's just, I've been hearing some thunder (literally). Now, let's get straight into it. This pac is focused on first timers and who will be their first romantic partners. Take a deep breath, ask yourself the question and pick the pile that calls to you the most!

DISCLAIMER: this is a general reading it will be as close as possible to your situation but it will not be accurate. take only what resonates. if you want a more accurate reading you can ask for it when I open my shop! 

PILE ONE

Personality wise? Intuitive, loving, good-natured person with whom you'll click with instantly, even though they'll have a hard time expressing their deepest feelings for you. They're going to be somewhat unstable in how they express them - one day super passionate, next day distant. They tend to just avoid addressing emotional issues directly. This is because they’ll carry emotional baggage from previous relationships that will make them struggle to open up to you.

What you’ll like about them is their ability to stay calm, even when things get challenging. For example, if you’re overwhelmed or dealing with stress, they’ll be the type to quietly sit with you, not needing to say much but making you feel supported just by being there. They’re ambitious and hardworking, and though they may struggle to express deep emotions sometimes, they'll be really comforting and stable to you. They’re the type who, after facing a setback, will dust themselves off and keep pushing forward without complaining, which you can find inspiring. Their calm nature will help you feel at ease, (somewhat like some INFJs where their mere presence can calm people down) and while they may not be super expressive or the most touchy-feely, their presence will have a comforting, almost healing effect on you, especially when you need it the most.

In the relationship, their emotional baggage and hesitancy with expressing those deep feelings might make them seem a bit reserved or even detached at first. For example, they’ll take time observing and analyzing, almost like they’re “studying” how things are going instead of going “all in” with romantic gestures. They could be juggling a lot, maybe between work and personal stuff, and sometimes they’ll struggle to keep everything steady. They’re straightforward but can focus on their own needs first if they feel overwhelmed… They’ll be resilient and loyal once committed but will need reassurance that the relationship is worth their energy. They won’t rush or make bold actions. Because of past experiences, they’ll hold back on fully opening up right away, needing to feel truly secure before they can trust deeply. If you push them too fast, they may pull back, but when they finally commit. Once they’re “all in,” you’ll see a different side of them—you know the saying: “Once bitten, twice shy”.

Will you marry them? It’s unlikely this person will be your future spouse. This relationship will be meaningful and bring personal growth for both of you, but eventually, you’ll find that your paths don’t fully align. They’ll be an important part of your journey tho, teaching you a lot about yourself and what you want, but it looks like you’ll each move on to pursue different futures.

PILE TWO

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of abusive behavior. Ooh, to be honest I don’t like the magician reversed. This is going to be the longest reading out of all the piles. Your first romantic partner will be pretty charming, their energy will be contagious and they’ll be really smart. But I believe this person to be really immature when you meet them. For some of you they won’t be a good person. I know you entered here to have your hopes up but sometimes things like this can happen. I sense both of you are avoiding growth and when that happens, the universe brings you closer to certain types of people as a wake up call. Maybe a few of you are still quite young and are more susceptible. With that said let’s get into it:

Personality-wise? Again, charming, smart and energetic/fun. Although I believe sly is the real term here, not so much smart lmao. But they're the type who might have big dreams but when it comes to taking real, consistent action, they lose interest or get distracted. They often rush to conclusions without getting all the facts. They tend to avoid taking real accountability when things go wrong. They can be sneaky about getting their way. For example, if they make a mistake at work or in school, they might cover it up or pass the blame to avoid the fallout. If there’s something they want, they might subtly manipulate situations to make it happen. For instance, instead of directly asking you to skip plans, they might plant seeds of doubt, hoping you’ll change your mind on your own. They might brush off conflicts, hoping they’ll just go away instead of addressing them directly. Again, really charming and sly. They have amazing intuition and quick decision-making skills, but doesn't always use this gift wisely: like catching on quickly when someone isn’t being truthful. But instead of using this insight positively, they might turn it into a way to win conversations or prove themselves right, rather than genuinely helping or connecting.

What will you like about them? Well, to explain this it correlates to your lack of growth. You tend to let your guard down too easily, often sacrificing your own happiness and emotional well-being for the sake of keeping the peace. You're still avoiding some necessary growth and maturity in your life. Even when you feel drained emotionally, you might push those feelings aside rather than setting boundaries or confronting them. So because of this, despite seeing the flaws in their personality, you’re still likely to feel a strong pull toward them. They may frequently talk about personal struggles, past issues, or dramatic events in their life. This could be anything from ongoing issues with friends or family to frustrations at work. You find yourself wanting to understand these layers, even if they never quite resolve them. After peeling those layers, you might find they have an inner resilience in them that will impress you, even if it sometimes comes across as stubborn. Their imaginative way of seeing the world, their charm, their intelligence and their dreams will make you feel like life with them could be exciting and filled with possibilities. Their practicality will fly right above your head (sorry for the drag 😭).

In the relationship? In the beginning, this person may be all about the grand gestures—like planning elaborate date nights, surprising you with meaningful gifts, or saying all the right things that make you feel special. That's why you always gotta be suspicious of the grand gestures, specially if they are too soon in the meeting stages (be careful with love bombing). But as time goes on, they struggle with consistency. Maybe they’re super romantic one week, but the next, they’re distant and non-communicative, leaving you wondering where you stand. They’ll make you feel amazing on a fun night out, but if you need someone to talk to about stress or personal challenges, they might shut down or avoid the topic altogether. Remember the part I mentioned of them avoiding conflicts? Well here it is.

When it comes to routines like regularly checking in about your day or planning a future together, they might become disengaged. They might say things like “Let’s just see where things go”, you know, brushing it off, which is a no-no if you’re looking for stability. If you try to bring up your feelings about the relationship or where things are heading, they might change the subject, become defensive, or pull away rather than engaging with your concerns.

This person is likely to be quite manipulative and somewhat fake in their approach to life. They put up strong barriers and tend to be overly protective of their resources - whether that's time, money, or emotions. To put it simply: they may make you feel like you’re asking for too much even when you want basic attention or support. While they might act tough and logical, they actually struggle with emotional immaturity. Like when their own emotions flare up, they’re likely to overreact or act impulsively, revealing that they actually don’t have good control over their emotions. They tend to be manipulative, using tactics like guilt-tripping, withholding affection, or even silent treatment to get what they want or to keep you feeling off-balance. This person keeps parts of their life hidden or vague, making it hard for you to feel close to them. They might dodge questions about their feelings, where they’ve been, or their plans for the future, giving you a sense that they’re always holding back or hiding something.

Regarding marriage potential - absolutely not. You'll likely feel confused about where you stand with them, and while things might feel dreamy and wish-fulfilling at first, there's a lack of real foundation for something long-term. It might seem picture perfect at first, but when you get closer to it, it looks unstable.

PILE THREE

Personality-wise? Charming and smart. They stand out, unlike pile 2 while they are also charming and intelligent, this traits are not overtly malicious or as badly channeled. Now, for the raw traits: When it comes to commitment, they might seem enthusiastic at first, the will express genuine interest and will make you feel like you’re their main priority. But then, when things get more serious, they could pull back or start questioning the relationship. They will be the type to avoid talking about future plans or shy away from labels, leaving you feeling unsure of where you stand. Also, they tend to overthink. Even small decisions might become a source of stress, as they’re often their own biggest critic. They will be someone grounded and quite stubborn, but they could be highly practical and reliable.

You'll be drawn to their unique mix of maturity and playfulness. You'll admire how they can switch from being super focused on their goals (they are quite ambitious tho) to being spontaneously fun (they’re the type to surprise you with random outings or last-minute plans). They keep things interesting to even the simplest of dates. And if they mess up a dinner they cooked or accidentally get lost while driving, they are the type to laugh it off and turn it into a fun moment rather than stressing about it. Their different perspective on life will intrigue you - they might introduce you to new experiences, hobbies, or ways of thinking that you hadn't considered before. Probably related to their ambitions. While they might not be the most organized or conventionally successful person, you'll find their determination and drive quite attractive. This person will make life feel more exciting and vibrant for you.

In the relationship, they'll show a mix of behaviors. While they can be quite romantic and charming (surprise date nights and buying you your favorite album, cooking your favorite dish or buying you a bouquet of flowers), they also have a tendency to be passive-aggressive when dealing with conflicts. Don't get me wrong, they'll genuinely enjoy making you feel special. But when disagreements arise, they might avoid direct confrontation. Leaving you guessing at what’s really bothering them. They will keep certain feelings or vulnerabilities tucked away, and their career or personal ambitions often take center stage, sometimes at the expense of your relationship. This can lead to moments where you feel like you’re not getting their full attention, or even that they’re not completely transparent about their priorities.

You'll likely meet this person through mutual friends or they can be a childhood friend. A classmate or even a coworker for some of you. However, they can be quite rebellious and threw that with that stubbornness of theirs, they will prefer doing things on their own terms most of the time. Overall, someone set on their ways.

Oh, and whether they're your future spouse - while there's potential for a significant relationship that teaches you a lot about love and yourself, this person is likely not your future spouse. This seems more like a stepping stone that prepares you for your future spouse.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

PILE FOUR

Personality-wise? Will be someone who appears strong and protective on the surface, but deep down they will have a sensitive side. They’re resilient and can be emotionally supportive. They are thoughtful, so when life gets tough, they’ll often retreat, not wanting to share their pain or burden anyone else. Ig they’re having a rough week, they might go quiet and pull back from social interactions, choosing to process things alone instead of reaching out.

What you’ll appreciate most about them is their vulnerability and honesty. They’re not perfect and have been through their own heartbreaks, but they’re working to make peace with their past and be open with you. They’ll show you that even with scars, love can grow. Despite sometimes doubting themselves, they’re committed to building something real and meaningful with you, and their willingness to be raw and imperfect is something that will resonate with you deeply.

In the relationship, they'll be quite attentive and nostalgic, often reminiscing about your shared memories - like saving ticket stubs from your first date or recreating special moments. They love celebrating small, meaningful memories and might even keep a box of shared mementos. Think of the type of partner that remembers the anniversaries with a cute meaningful gift (how cute). Will make you feel valued and celebrated. However, they might struggle with expressing vulnerability, sometimes acting controlling due to their own insecurities. They might ask for frequent updates on where you are or get uneasy when you’re spending time with others. Despite this, they'll be emotionally intelligent and caring, even if they may occasionally get lost in their own fears and even anxieties. They’re generally good at reading your feelings and are caring, but they sometimes get lost in their own worries. Like, they might overthink something you said or get stuck in anxious thoughts about the relationship, which can occasionally affect their mood. But I do believe you can easily bring them out of it with communication.

Your first romantic partner will be an adventurous and passionate person. While they sometimes feel stuck in their own mental barriers (like overthinking everything before making a move), they're actually quite successful and satisfied with their life when you meet them. Professionally or in their personal achievements, they’re doing well—maybe they’ve landed a good job, run a successful business, or already reached their dreams. But despite this confidence in other areas, they’ll often hesitate when it comes to romance. They might double-check a message before hitting send or worry too much about saying the “right” thing to you. They probably had some traumatic experiences tho, I sense a difficult upbringing or maybe they were victims of cheating. This makes them careful, sometimes overly so.

Will you marry them? It's not set in stone. So this will likely be a very important and impactful connection to you. A very few of you will get marry to them. The other majority of you will not. You'll both feel a strong pull toward each other, and with patience and dedication, this could lead to something lasting. While there's potential, there are those trust issues to work through first, so it is not going to be a smooth sailing. For a majority of you this can actually be the problem that will pull you apart: the trust issues and unresolved past heartbreaks.

PILE FIVE

Personality-wise? They're emotionally mature and logical, someone who's broken free from toxic patterns in their past (yay! finally!). In emotional situations, they’re likely to stay calm and look for practical solutions. Say you have a disagreement—they won’t get caught up in the heat of the moment but will try to address it diplomatically and with logic. Your first romantic partner seems to be someone who approaches relationships with a level-headed mindset, someone known to keep their emotions under control (not hiding them though nor in a controlling way). They value independence and will not be hesitant to leave what doesn't work for them (love this). Previous experiences have taught them to put their own well-being first. If something feels strange, they don't hesitate to speak out or take a break to evaluate things for a moment. This could be a person who has dealt with some unhealthy partners in their past, and they’re now committed to keep their peace intact and avoid a relationship that could become possessive (controlling) or too emotionally draining. They’ll avoid possessiveness and try not to cling, wanting a partnership that’s healthy and balanced. Someone that knows when to step back if things aren’t working and isn’t easily swayed by sentimentality (while still remaining caring and responsible).

In your relationship, they might struggle with long-term planning at first, but they're genuinely invested in building something stable with you. For example, if you mention planning a big trip together in the distant future, they might say, “Let’s see where we’re at when the time comes.” This isn’t necessarily a lack of interest but reflects their cautious approach to long-term planning until they feel completely sure. They'll be direct in their communication - sometimes almost too direct! (lmao) - and while they take their time processing things (like that awkward pause when you ask about meeting their family), once they make up their mind, they move forward with conviction. Like imagine you ask them: Hey what are we? and they reply with something straightforward like, “I really like you, but I’m figuring out how we fit into each other’s lives.” They won’t sugarcoat or hold back to please you, they will prefer to be honest and clear about their intentions (I mean, sounds great tho). Because once they are in, they will BE fully in.

You'll like that they are passionate, driven and willing. But when it comes to personal matters, especially about themselves, they might downplay their own accomplishments lmao (yk, humble). And at the same time someone that completely changes your perspective on love. They build trust slowly. You may find that they take small steps over time to reveal personal details, like sharing a meaningful childhood memory after several months together. They’re careful about building trust, so their reserved side isn’t disinterest—it’s simply their way of ensuring stability and safety in relationships. So if you ask them what’s wrong they'll be pretty honest with you and won’t play any games unlike previous piles. They're also determined to overcome their challenges and aren't afraid to go after what they want. They’re not the type to give up on a goal or dream, whether that’s in work, personal growth, or the relationship itself. You’ll likely notice that they’re committed to improving themselves and won’t let insecurities hold them back for long.

Will you marry them? As for whether they’re your future spouse, the potential is definitely there. Higher than the other piles.

[mochinomnoms]

A poly trio I think about a lot is Jade x Yuu x Rook. Just imagine living in the woods by a river sith these two. Jade foraging and growing different mushrooms while Rook hunts different game.

They're both so freaky but they match each other's freak. And a Yuu who can match there freak too? The perfect trio of peaceful weirdos. Also the sex would be fucking amazing.

Bonus pred/prey if you're into that: imagine trying to run away and hide with the two of them chasing you through the forest. They would work so well together. I can see Rook hunting you and steering you towards the river so Jade can come up and grab you.

God I hate Rook so much I hate his stupid ass haircut and his stupid ass friend and his stupid bow and I hate his stupid ass.

Anyways this is both a dream and nightmare poly trio because yes they both def play up into each other's freaks. Don't even mention pred/prey stuff around them it will not end well for you if you have stuff to do the next day. Your legs will be out of commission!

On a more wholesome note, though, I think Jade and Rook would really like going out to the woods together! Rook can absolutely see the beauty in all of the nature that Jade admires, and may even be willing to eat one of the many mysterious mushrooms that Jade finds! Is it poisonous? Will it make him sick? How exciting, and Jade is just as excited to have someone enthusiastically eat his findings. Unknown to Jade (or perhaps he does know? Owo) is that Rook knows exactly which fungus and plants will hurt him, and he also knows that Jade wouldn't feed one of his partners something without having a spell or potion to heal them. On Jade's end, he's very entertained by Rook's hunting, it's much different from what he's known! Of course Rook would use tools, he doesn't have teeth or claws, but it's very cute seeing a human attempt (and successfully mind you) take down an animal much larger than themselves with soft hands and dull teeth. He could offer his assistance...but where's the fun in that?

Jade forages while Rook hunts and bring back their goods to make dinner, which Jade and you make together as Rook cleans up the dishes and general mess made. It's a surprisingly smooth and compatible pairing.

[missdollcouture]

KILLER CONFIDENCE

building confidence is something that we have to build and choose for ourselves. you need to understand you can literally wake up and decide you're confident.

the thing that helped me with confidence was knowing that everyone can tell if you're insecure. from the way you walk, to the way you carry yourself. so I just decided that I did not wanna give off insecure energy. who does?

now, if that doesn't work for you, don't worry, I have additional tips to help you become the most confident version of yourself.

fake it till it becomes real- if you're not confident, act like it. the more you pretend you are, the more natural and real it'll become.

step outside your comfort zone- try something new, talk to someone new. yeah sure, its nerve racking and uncomfortable but that's where growth happens. the more you do this, the more confidence you develop not only in yourself but in your ability to try new things.

take care of yourself- do your nails, find your style, have a nice workout. whatever helps you feel better and the most attractive version of yourself, do it. feel good physically=feeling good mentally.

your aura- the way you carry yourself is so so important. don't walk into a room with your head down, avoiding eye contact from everyone, its not the aura you want to give off.

accept validation from yourself- don't determine your self worth off of what other people think about you, it'll only make you a people pleaser. the only person's opinion on you that matters is yours.

be authentic- authenticity is attractive. don't try to be someone you're not, its a waste of time and energy. own your weirdness, your quirks, your everything.

who cares?- believe it or not, people aren't paying as much attention to you as you think. no one's making fun of you because of that pimple, or chipped tooth, or whatever else you're criticizing yourself over. and if they are, they're honestly losers cause why are they wasting their energy on making fun of someone else?

- confidence isn't about being perfect, it's about accepting that nothing is. it's about embracing your flaws, knowing you're doing your best. you're not everyone's cup of tea, and that's perfectly fine. It's about being yourself, unapologetically.

[saturncoyote]

After much work i have finally written down my analysis on the fictional character Creek from hit children's movie Trolls 2016, open Read More on your own discretion because this shit is about to get long

Alright let's start with a small summary for the folks that have never watched a Trolls movie and don't really know anything about Creek outside of the plethora of art i've made about him

Creek is one of the movie's side characters and secondary villain, he is Poppy's (the main character) friend and acts as a short-of twist villain (i'll explain that 'short-of' later,). Although shown to be a stereotypical nature-loving hippie he later betrays his friends and everyone he's ever known as he sells out the location of their village to Bergens, a race who 20 years ago used to keep the pop trolls in a large cage and would eat them once a year during a holiday called Trollstice.

He is first introduced when Branch (the movie's second protagonist) is confronting Poppy about her decision to throw a party, arguing that this could attract the attention of the Bergens, this is also where my first point about Creek's character begins First thing to notice is that, unlike what some people would like you to believe, Creek is NOT the only troll in Poppy's friend group (the Snack Pack) to be dismissive towards Branch, if anything Poppy herself is the only one in the group that seems to want to give him a chance ("i think everyone deserves to be happy"). Creek also shows up late to the conversation, only appearing once Branch escalates the situation by throwing Poppy's party invitation to the floor and stomping on it. You could easily argue that, in Creek's perspective, he is only doing what a good friend should do and protecting his friend from someone who is being cruel towards them, and although Branch has a GOOD reason to be upset and we later find out more about his backstory, there is no reason for us to believe that Creek or even the rest of the Snack Pack know anything about his situation, to THEM Branch is nothing but a party pooper who actively chooses to stay miserable ("some folks just don't want to be happy")

One point that i sometimes see that i would like to snip in the bud as soon as possible is that Creek doesn't truly care about his friends, especially Poppy, and is only using her to get something out of her (what exactly ? well we don't know, we could especulate that since she is the princess, he may want to use her for her status, possibly wanting to become royalty himself, but we're not here for that), the reason i bring this up now is because of the scene that follows the interaction with Branch, where Creek is the first one to notice that Poppy is still upset about the results of the conversation, not only that but he doesn't seem too happy about it himself

It would have been extremelly easy to animate him smiling or looking smug after Branch storms off, but that doesn't happen, he even glances down at the ground before looking towards Poppy, which is when he attempts to cheer her up. This small scene ALONE already leads me to believe that he truly does care, and although his attempts at cheering her up aren't exactly the best nor the most productive ("tune out his negative vibrations Poppy, they're toxic") he is still trying.

However we do not get enough time to find out more about his relationship with Poppy outside of this very moment as the next scene in the movie is the party and their imminent capture by the Chef Bergen, this is where i'd like to remind you that i called him only a "short-of" twist villain. For a twist villain to truly work we first need to understand why this character is considered to be a "good guy", and their relationship with the protagonist, so that the incoming reveal of them being the antagonist has a impact, not only on the other characters, but the audience themselves. The thing about Creek is that we don't GET that insight into his relationship with Poppy, they interact TWICE before the reveal, and one of those interactions is Poppy attempting to save him from being carried away by a Bergen, therefore the "twist" itself falls flat... but what if i told you that was done on purpose by Dreamworks ?

Before the existence of Creek there was another character who was meant to take his place in the storyline, and her name was Miss Guffin

According to concept art, Miss Guffin was originally going to be Poppy's mentor, and be captured by the Chef Bergen, and much like Creek she would sell out the other trolls as an attempt to save herself. Now that would have had a much bigger impact, not only on the audience as they realise that the respectful elderly character was a selfish coward at heart, but for Poppy as she would have had a much closer relationship with Guffin as her mentor. So why was she changed ? It's simple really, she was just too likeable.

Creek, by design, was created to be unlikeable, not only so that his reveal wouldn't upset the audience, but so that you wouldn't feel pity about his eventual demise. THIS is what i mean when i refer to him as a character "doomed by the narrative", he only exists because a much more appealing character had to be turned down for the sole reason of not upsetting those who watch the movie, he would never have been allowed to have a closer relationship with Poppy, because that would have given the viewer a emotional attachment to him, and we can't have that. Creek is a tragic character in the sense that he was destined to be the traitor, not only a traitor but a unredeemable one, and i understand why that is, there was never going to be enough time in the movie to give him a satisfying redemption, and it would have thrown off the entire flow of the story, killing him off was a much easier choice than trying to squeeze an awkward redemption at the very end, but that doesn't stop me from wishing that there WAS more. His fate feels unfair to me, as his only crime is being kind of a dickhead, and it's hard to blame him for his decision to sell out Pop Village when his only other option wasn't much better, so let's talk about that next.

In the next scene where we see Creek, him and the rest of the Snack Pack have been put in a cage by the Chef, this is where i'd like to point out that his first reaction to this predicament is to try and get everyone else to stay calm ("Woah, woah ! Everyone, we must all remain calm") This scene leads directly to the one where he gets nearly eaten by King Gristle, and when i say nearly i mean it, he is shoved INTO his mouth and assumed dead by everyone except for Poppy, who is only holding out hope that he is still alive. Of course we later find out that he is indeed, not dead, but that is only because he clung to Gristle's uvula causing him to choke and spit him out. The way we find out that he is alive is through Gristle himself, who reveals to Bridget that he has him locked inside his cape's clasp

Notice how little space he has in there, i'd say barely any to move let alone breathe, as he lets out a desperate gasp just as the clasp is opened. We do not know how much time has passed since he escaped being nearly eaten alive, but we can estimate it has to have been at least a few hours, as quite a few events happen between the formerly mentioned scene and this one. We do NOT get to see what happens between him, Gristle and the Chef during that time, which means we can only ESPECULATE why he was put in there in the first place, so allow me to do just that:

- Firstly, we do not know if Creek agreed right away to the Chef's request to reveal the location of the village, for all we know he might have declined to do so, and putting him into a small claustrophobic space was a way to give him that final push. - However this could have also been a way to stop him from escaping and telling the other trolls of the Bergen's plan, but i fail to see why they would have had to resort to such a, let's be honest here, barbaric method of keeping him put, when a normal cage would have done the job just as well, perhaps the Chef wanted to make sure he wouldn't change his mind. - Thirdly, this could have been a way to have someone keep an eye on him as the Chef busied herself with other things, essentially making Gristle the guard to Creek's prison No matter what option you decide makes the most sense, one thing is clear: Creek was tortured

At last we finally reach the moment he reveals to Poppy, Branch and the rest of the Snack Pack that he plans on betraying all of them and selling out the location of the village, this is the scene that is supposed to make you despise him, for being so cowardly and selfish that he'd rather let everyone he's ever known die horribly than.... give up his own life ? Hold up did i read that right, oh... hm Creek is a character who finds himself in a situation out of his control and is forced to make a decision between two truly awful options, he can either let himself be eaten or everyone else goes, there is NOT a correct answer here, and in the end his sense of self preservation wins. A decision probably influenced by the fact that before this moment, he had spent hours trapped in a small space with barely enough oxygen. There was NEVER going to be another way, as the Chef states herself:

Especially bringing attention to how he acts in this scene, to me it comes across less like he's finally showing his true colors as a manipulative person, and more like he's desperately trying to justify his actions not only to Poppy but to himself ("At least you get to die with a clear conscience")

And it seems like he's successful in doing so, for him at least, what other options does he have ? It's either give up your own life, or convince yourself that what you're about to do isn't truly that bad, he chooses to look at it with a positive outlook, ignoring the very obviously bleak reality he finds himself in ("So in a way... You could say... I'm doing this for you")

Another thing about this scene is that we don't really get to see his true feelings on the situation, as during this conversation the Chef Bergen is actively sharpening knifes in the background, even if he did want to come up with a escape plan or air out how he feels about this predicament they find themselves in, he would be unable to do so, as the person who could easily just snatch him up and kill him right then and there stands in the very same room. And that is a recurring thing when it comes to Creek, we don't get to SEE much of him, we don't see the events leading up to his betrayal, we don't really get to see his relationship with Poppy or even the rest of the Snack Pack for that matter, we don't SEE how he feels about being trapped inside Gristle's cape clasp or having to choose between himself or his friends, and honestly we probably never will. For a secondary villain he barely gets any screen time at all, and the screen time he does get is spent in near constant live-threatening danger.

And finally, his story comes to an end, the Bergens discover true happyness, Chef Bergen is defeated, and the last time we see Creek he's getting swallowed up by a mountain sized creature, the very thing he tried so hard to save himself from, to the point that he would give up everyone he's ever loved, happens regardless of his choice, was he even given a choice in the first place ? When both options led him to the same fate ? I would say it's almost tragically poetic if it didn't feel like salt to the wound.

Of course, Trolls: The Beat Goes On exists, but it's not even close to being a good continuation of his character let alone a satisfying redemption, his introduction is incredibly rushed, characters who have no reason to forgive him for his actions immediatelly welcome him back with open arms, and the one person who doesn't do so is shown to be in the wrong even though his reaction and suspicion make complete sense.

Besides, TBGO is it's own can of worms and opening it now would only make this post longer than it needs to be, so i'll spare you from that.

My final point is that Creek is a much more complex and interesting character than the story would like you to believe, and it CAN be quite frustating seeing people brush him off as just a selfish fraud who never truly cared about anyone but himself when there's really so much more under the surface. Of course i'm not saying that you should love him, hell you don't even need to like him, he has a lot of flaws and has made terrible decisions, but that's also exactly the reason why i am so keen on giving him a better ending. He shouldn't need to be perfect to deserve a nicer fate, to be given an actual choice for once, one that isn't going to blow up in his face in the end, the ability to be better and do better. You don't deserve to be tossed aside just because you have a big ego or some other personal flaw, you don't deserve to be considered unredeemable because you were put in a situation out of your control, making a bad decision shouldn't define your existence for the rest of your life.

I've come to accept that Creek is a very important character to me, he's a character who NEEDS to be selfish for the story to work the way it does, one who's the narrative is actively trying to make as unlikeable as possible at all times, but it's attempts had an opposite effect on me, and the more i dug only solidified him as my favorite in the entire franchise. I love him because of his unused potential, potential that'll most likely never get a true chance to shine due to Dreamworks not seeming to really care about him as a character, so i have taken upon myself to do what canon failed to. If i had to pick ONE THING for folks that read this post to get out of it, is that you should never be embarassed of your enjoyment for a fictional character, no matter how unlikeable or one-dimensional they seem to be, analyse every frame they show up in, write that fanfic, draw that art, create that self indulgent AU, find meaning where no one else did

[whumpninja]

Let’s set the scene: you happen to have a whumpee in a setting where modern day medicine is unavailable. And- oh no!- they get hurt! What’s a poor, not-close-to-the-nearest-Rite-Aid whumpee to do?

Allow me to introduce you to two of my favorite plants, which are definitely not my favorite solely because they’re good for whump fun, absolutely not, no sir!

Willow bark! This handy-dandy tree trick goes back centuries as a pain reliever, and I can say personally that it does work! (I’ve tried it!) All you need to do is find a white willow tree, peel off some bark, and get chewin’! If that’s not your forte, this plant also makes a nice- and still pain-relieving- tea! Which is how I tried it. I have not tried the bark-chewy method. Yet.

Broadleaf plantain! Just like its friend willow bark, this plant works wonders for pain relief! Once again, you can chew the leaves (or just crush them real good) and then apply them directly to area of whump. But! If your whumpee has gotten a little bit crispy, you can use the entire leaf and simply slap it on the burn, no smushing needed! Will not be effective on verbal burns, unfortunately.

I was going to include more plants in this but honestly most of the other ones I found just sound like my mother trying to sell essential oils, so I’m leaving it at two. But if anyone else knows any natural help for historical hurty people, feel free to add on!

[muffinsin]

ik it says you’re busy so you can ignore this but can you write omega bela x alpha reader but instead of reader being dominant, it’s bela

so kind of like omega power bottom bela x alpha service top reader???

have a good day/night!

Absolutely!👀 this October’s really bringing in the smut XD

Seeing as alpha reader is unspecified imma write them with male genitals/a G!P for the purpose of this

Let’s get into it!🙌

Masterlists

As you work, you find yourself becoming increasingly more and more distracted. You try hard to focus, to ignore all your mind and body is telling you, but your hands tremble as you arrange the papers and your body is breaking out into sweats and shivers.

You feel your cock harden painfully and the hair at the back of your neck stand up. Being in Bela Dimitrescu’s office and asked- no, ordered- to clean up the many papers scattered across desks and window sills across the room, you find yourself barely able to keep it together.

Being an alpha yourself, you’ve found out about her status as an omega long ago. And really, with the many betas and other omegas around at the castle, you never thought it would be much of an issue.

Only does Bela smell much, much nicer than them…

Her mere scent in the air has your cock harden and hands shake, your pulse quicken and balls throb. Far too many nights you spent touching yourself in your bed, biting into your pillow and shamefully jerking yourself off to the thought of her.

Needless to say, you would never actually approach her about this.

Her intelligent, intimidating and cannibalistic nature and her high status and rank within the castle scares away all thought of that easily, after all.

But still, you can’t help but lay in bed dreaming, whimpering to yourself. A hand working furiously between your legs, wishing it was hers. Wishing she was yours, and better yet, that you were hers. Wishing she would push you down and take what she wants, as she effortlessly does in the castle every day.

You want nothing than to be hers, to please her, to be with her, to perhaps even be allowed to lay your claim on her.

Thinking of this has your heart quicken again and you can’t help yourself. Taking a quick glance in her direction to get just a little look at her neck, you freeze immediately upon seeing her stare at you.

Bela walks towards you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor of her office. As if to shield yourself and hide the bulged outline of your hard cock straining against the uniform, you quickly hold a stack of papers in front of your crotch.

The closer she gets, the more you get to smell her.

“Fuck…”, you whisper under your breath, but when she tilts her head to the side, you know she must have heard the phrase still.

When she stands right in front of you, the yearning becomes nearly unbearable. You smell her sweet scent, the sweetest omega scent you’ve smelled in your entire life. It has you shiver and bite your lip, hoping it will keep you from making more noises.

This close, you’re right on face level with her neck, where you seem to almost hear and see her pulse as the blood pumps below. So badly do you want to bite down on the pale flesh, to claim her as yours and be claimed as hers. You’d allow her to do anything, you’d be as good as she expects those around her to be! You know, Bela doesn’t stand for incompetence, after all.

She stands right in front of you at last and you draw in a sharp breath when an ungloved hand comes up to harshly grab at your jaw. Your head is turned a little, her eyes somewhat sharp as she inspects your warm cheeks and listens to your quick heartbeat.

Gripping your jaw a little tighter, she almost seems to test you, and test what you, as an alpha, will do, as though your status would have any relevance in the castle, where it’s so clear the Dimitrescu’s are in charge.

Instead, you only whimper pathetically at her, your body as though on fire from her touch. She’s beautiful, so beautiful, which you finally get to admire now you’re up close to her.

You find, your fantasies could never do her justice.

With bright golden eyes and thick, dark painted lips turned to a scowl, she seems to finish inspecting you. You gasp when the stack of papers is taken from you and her eyes immediately find the bulge in your pants.

“I thought so”, she hums, pleased with herself, as though this was a game she was playing with you. Trembling as she approaches, you feel your body respond and urge you to move, to take, to claim the omega right in front of you.

Only does it seem your body didn’t quite yet get the memo that this is not just any omega, but the Bela Dimitrescu.

And Bela is not so easily taken, nor so easily claimed.

Alas, she’s taken an interest in you.

You’re about to speak up, about to apologize and plead for your life, perhaps even explain, when she suddenly drops her palm to your bulge and all words seem to be taken from you.

You open your mouth, panting and moaning when she squeezes you through the tight pants of your uniform.

She’s so close now, you feel her breasts push up against you.

You yearn to place your hands at her hips, to feel the fabric of her dress, or even better yet; her bare skin. You wonder how she looks below the skin tight dress. Countless nights you’ve spent fantasizing of thrusting between her thick thighs already.

You gasp when sharp, claw-like nails dig into your pants, just above your bulge, and rip at the fabric.

“Take that off, little one”, she speaks. A soft spoken command, but one you follow eagerly still. You squirm out of your pants, groaning in anticipation of what she might to do you. When she merely crosses her arms, clearly displeased and growing impatient, you make quick work of the rest of your clothing, too.

Standing in front of her like this, your power dynamic clear, despite your status as an alpha and hers as an omega.

Her golden eyes flicker to your cock, erect and twitching, drooling some precum already at the mere sight and scent of her. You want to bury yourself inside her so badly, to let her ride and use you as she sees fit. You wonder; will she allow you to cum inside? Will she make you pull out? She’s an omega and mating season is near. Perhaps she will allow you to breed her, if only to relieve the ache she, as all other omegas, must feel.

You watch with wide eyes as she easily swarms out her dress, left only in her choker necklace, a black bra, a pair of black panties connected to the thigh-high stockings by a garter belt and her black heels. Your eyes immediately drop to her breasts and the nipples poking through the fabric.

Immediately, you reach up, yet gasp when a sickle is raised to your throat immediately.

She smirks down at you, walking you back until you squeak as you fall onto the black sofa set against one of the walls in her office. Typically it offers a break for her, perhaps even an opportunity to catch some sleep. Now, it’s clear it will have another use.

She keeps your head tipped up using her sickle, a confident smirk on her dark painted lips. When she leans down and speaks, her words are low and seductive.

“Behave for me, little alpha, won’t you?”

You nod fast, moan openly.

Yes, yes, you will! “Yes, my Lady”, you groan.

Your eyes widen when she lowers herself on you, her legs on either side of your lap, her core, yet covered by her panties, mere inches from your hardened cock.

She moves her head to your neck, humming lowly as her hand drops down and wraps around your cock. At this, her first touch like this, you find yourself at her mercy already. You moan and mewl for her, eyes wide, lips parted. You grip the cushions of the sofa beneath you tightly, your toes curling subtly when she begins to stroke up and down.

“B-Bela”, you moan, only to gasp when she squeezes your cock almost painfully.

“Lady Bela, little one”, she corrects, a playful smirk on her lips. Yes, of course she will keep you. But that doesn’t mean she won’t remind you of your manners. Truly, this is everything she’s ever hoped for. Her status as an omega has always annoyed her, how she’d have to wrestle with the few alphas in the village to get what she wanted, always had to fight off their wandering hands when they believed they were in charge. You submit to her naturally, unable to resist the comfort her domination gives you.

You nod your head fast, already baring your neck to her when her lips move to your jaw and she strokes a little faster. Embarrassingly, pre cum drips from you already. The thought that it’s sticking against Bela’s hand has your head spin.

You moan when soft lips press against your neck first, her tongue darting out to taste your flesh. You know, she has a taste for blood, often seen drinking from unfortunate maidens in the halls, draining them just enough to satisfy her hunger.

How you have always wished it was you….

Now though? You can be.

“Please…”, you moan, your bare skin sporting goosebumps. “Taste”, you beg. You aren’t sure why you’re tempting her like this, why you feel it’s a good idea to tempt a huntress and predator such as Bela.

But your wish is granted, eagerly so, and you’re left moaning and automatically grabbing onto her hips when her sharp teeth dig into your skin.

You feel your balls throb and cock ache, your fingers digging into bare hips lightly. There’s pain, yes, but there’s so much pleasure her bite grants you, too.

You feel almost lost, closing your eyes and groaning lowly. Below your fingertips, her skin is soft, cool, comfortable.

She holds onto your shoulders, slowly hovers above your lap. With your eyes closed and your body responding to her automatically, you have no way of knowing what happens next, have no way of controlling yourself or even to prepare yourself.

Bela pulls aside her panties and sinks down on your dick, her pussy so wet and heavenly, your senses on fire and cock so sensitive already, it’s almost too much.

“A-Ahhh! Too-too-much! I ca-a-AhH!”, you cry out, gritting your teeth and trying to tug her up again when you feel your orgasm approach far too fast. But Bela doesn’t move and only smirks against your lips and coos when she feels warm, wet cum shot inside her warm pussy.

Your body trembles as you cum, your fingertips digging into her soft hips as you pant. Your cheeks are warm and a bright shade of pink, your embarrassment evident.

You could punch yourself, really.

Here you are, getting the chance to be with The Bela Dimitrescu and- you cum instantly?! You could sink into the ground.

Still, Bela doesn’t tease. She giggles and moans, slowly lifting herself and rolling her hips. Your eyes widen and find her beautiful, golden ones, when she begins to ride you as you fantasised her doing so often.

She’s beautiful, her breasts bouncing softly, her hips rolling seductively. Her pussy is just perfect, too, soft and tight, squeezing your cock perfectly with every move. She was wet already, but thanks to the creamy white cum from you, she’s soaked now, each move allowing more wetness to drip from her and run down the sides of your cock.

You feel droplets of blood run down your neck when she pulls away, whine and moan as she easily controls the pace and makes you stay still for her. Despite being the one with the dick, it’s painfully clear that only Bela is the one truly in charge.

“A-Ahhh, fuck…yes…”, you groan, holding onto her a little tighter as she rides you. But she doesn’t allow you to move her, doesn’t allow your grip on her to determine the pace in the slightest. You’re utterly at her mercy, sitting and moaning when she fucks herself on you.

Your eyes drop down to her breasts, bouncing softly as she moves and daring to spill from her black bra already.

This close to her and with her wet walls wrapped around you, you find your head spinning. Your biology demands you to mate, to claim her, to pump her full. Yet you can only moan and whimper for her, beg for all this rather than take her.

And Bela? She finds herself just adoring you.

Your cute little pleas, your sweet voice as you beg her to let you claim her, to let you cum in her again. You beg, plead, whine, moan, gasp out little pleas for her to move faster.

This time, she allows it, and you gasp when nails sink into your shoulders and she rides you faster. Her back is arched, her breasts pushed up against your face. You moan and moan, massaging her soft skin below your fingers.

“A-Ahh, mhmmmm…yes…”

She shakes adorably with you, her thighs trembling, yet she continues.

You’re moaning below her, your face warm, your cock throbbing. You so badly want to keep yourself from cumming, want her to orgasm first, this time, but even in this aspect she dominates you effortlessly.

With her wet pussy and warm, spongy inner walls rubbing up and down against your sensitive cock with every move.

Again, you’re the first to come, burying your face in her chest and moaning hotly against the soft skin. Again, one load of cum after the other is shoot deep in her, coating her pussy in warm, creamy slickness.

She rides you a little more, moaning and gasping above you, her nails digging a little deeper into your shoulders when she finally cums, too, her pussy tightening around you, her back arching beautifully.

It takes you a moment to recover, but eventually you manage to meet her eyes again, your heart beating a little faster when she smirks at you yet again.

She rises from you, your wet cock slapping against yourself when it slips from her wet pussy.

Instead, she abandons her underwear and leans over her desk, her back arched perfectly and her long legs spread. Your head spins and your stomach flips, your chest heaves and you get to your feet eagerly when her fingers spread her pussy lips apart, next, exposing her pink insides.

“Attend me, pet. Deep, and fast, now”, she commands.

Who are you to even think of denying her?

You move fast, immediately walk up to her and line yourself up with her.

You wait for permission, eager to please the beautiful woman, yet your entire body throbs and you shiver in anticipation already.

And when it comes, you can hardly stop yourself.

You move closer immediately, moaning loudly as you thrust deep into her already. Staying true to her instructions, you thrust your hips fast and far, shoving deep inside her wet and warm heat.

While her movements were controlled and dominating, strong and powerful, yours are simply desperate.

You trust fast, whimper and moan as you lean across her. You thrust helplessly, eager to feel her, to mark her. You’re easily getting lost in the feeling, moaning, groaning, your balls slapping against her.

She grips the table tightly, her head turning to you when one of her hands raises to it. “Here, little one”, she commands breathily.

You lean forwards immediately, shivering when you bury yourself inside her to the limit. You feel her warmth, the tight heat around your cock, and your head swims at the possibilities. If she let you, you could breed her, could take the tension you’re sure the omega is feeling.

She grabs you by your hair, tugging to guide your thrusts and speed them up again.

You’re helpless, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Despite being the one thrusting into her, you’re completely submissive, completely hers, rutting your hips forth and back at the pace of which she tugs your hair.

You love it.

Eventually, Bela feels she gets close again, her thighs trembling a little. She’s thankful for the desk underneath her now, knowing her legs might give out from beneath her otherwise.

You hardly fare much better, your cock nearly milked dry from her, sensitive and aching as you thrust your hips faster and faster, moaning and whimpering as you chase your orgasm, too.

“Please, my Lady, please, let me cum, ple-please, inside, please!”, you beg, desperate.

What a beautiful sound it is to her.

Perhaps, she might even grant you your wish…

[betterthanyalls]

Can u do a Reader x epic various where y/n is apart of Ody's crew and during the end of thunder bringer Zeus kidnaps y/n and takes them to Olympus instead of letting them either drown or get washed up onto Calypso's island?🥰🥰🤩🤩 It'd be cool if during God games or something Athena finds out what Zeus did and now instead of the games being just to free Ody from Calypso's island, it's ALSO about freeing y/n from Olympus and reuniting them with Odysseus?? Sorry if this doesn't make sense or if it's too much work lol, just write this however you want if you even wanna write it at all teehee ^^"

blinks i think i went through 37 different emotions while writing this, most of them were bad. Ok so, I'm not sure how good this is but please don't kill me😇 TW: Zeus gives reader Ganymede treatment

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Stolen Soldier

Various (kind of) x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Angst

Words: 1.6K

Published: 11-4-2024

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Thunder roared, winds whipped, and waves rocked the lone ship back and forth. Standing on the bow of the ship was a figure of divine power and presence, waiting with a wicked grin. “Choose,” the king of the gods demanded harshly.

“Choose?” Odysseus muttered, looking at Zeus in fear. “Someone’s got to die today, and you have got the final say. You,” he pointed to Odysseus before gesturing to the rest of the crew, “or your crew.”

The captain looked to his crew, locking eyes with Y/n—his best friend, his rock, his shelter. He took a shaky breath, looking back to Zeus in desperation.

“Please don’t make me do this; don’t make me do this,” Odysseus begged. His mind seemed to be playing tricks on him. Looking back at his crew, he saw a range of emotions: anger, hurt, terror, grief, and more. Taking a daring glance at his closest friend, the soldier felt his heart shatter. Holding back tears, Y/n gave him a hesitant nod to show it was ok.

Then, a new voice tore his gaze away from his crew. Looking out over the sea and to the clouds, a figure of familiarity seemed to take place within the clouds. Illusion or not, that was his wife.

Penelope. Odysseus took staggering steps across the shaking boat and to the edge. Both of his hands latched to the wooden railing, his eyes never moving from the clouded position of his partner. Memories flooded his judgment, from his crew and Y/n, to his family waiting for him. “Captain?” A voice of uncertainty spoke up. Eurylochus. The said captain couldn’t even dare face his right-hand man as the sky darkened and Penelope faded back to the clouds.

“I have to see her," Odysseus whispered, tears brimming in his eyes as he finally looked back at his crew. The general saw all of the hurt and betrayal in his men’s expressions. The fear hurt the most to see. “But we’ll die,” Eurylochus pleaded. Odysseus knew he would regret this option until his final breath. Once he got home, how would he tell Ctimene he was the cause of her husband's death? “I know,” Odysseus’ voice broke, a few stray droplets not belonging to the storm washed down his cheeks. 

At the end of those words, the thunder roared, and Zeus grinned evilly. Zeus rose above the clouds, lightning moving to gather in his raised hand.

“Thunder, bring her through the wringer.” The crew drew their weapons in defense, charging towards Odysseus with murderous intent. Y/n stood away from the fight, not daring to lift any sort of weapon against her best friend.

“Show her I'm the judgment call. The one who makes her kingdom fall. Lightning, wield her, use and yield her.” 

As the crew closed in on their captain, the air started to become tense and electrified. Y/n took a step back from the chaos, looking up to see a phenomenon of heavenly power. “Show her what she can’t conceal; her true nature will be revealed.”

A bright light enclosed the surrounding sky, ripping down to the center of the ship. In an instant, a deafening crack sounded, and all light faded to black. Y/n felt like her soul was being ripped apart as she opened her mouth to scream her pain, but no noise came out. Then she felt a drop, only to be brought into a suffocating embrace of cold. Finally, her mind cut out. ~~~~~ Y/n felt different. She didn’t sense the shivering water anymore, but instead a subtle warmth. It took a few minutes, but eventually she managed to peek open her eyes. Y/n wasn’t on a ship in the middle of the sea with the night sky above anymore, but instead there was a grand painting on the ceiling of white marble overhead. Looking around slowly, the young woman saw an unfamiliar scene.

A lavish bedroom surrounded her, furnishings a king could only dream of sitting like average decor in each nook and cranny. Moving her hands, Y/n felt the silk sheets of a glorious bed below her. Ivory blankets fell from her body as she slowly rose up from her position. Placing her feet on the cold marble flooring, the mortal stepped through the room. It wasn’t long before she found herself in front of a floor-length mirror. 

White and gold fabric draped down on her body—a dress fit for a goddess of divine origin. Confusion clouded her eyes as she scanned her new attire. That puzzlement was quickly replaced with fear as two wooden doors opened, revealing an even more confusing sight.

A tall man wearing a white toga entered the room without a care of knocking. Striding to where Y/n stood, she instinctively took steps back from him. “My dear, why do you back away?” The smile on his face was unnerving, especially with the nickname. Y/n recognized that voice immediately, terror coursing through her veins as her lips parted to let out a gasp.

“Zeus.”

The god in question continued to walk towards her with that two-faced smile until he backed the mortal into a wall. “Mmm, you’re as smart as you are beautiful,” he took her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles. Y/n shuddered in disgust and fear; her heart raced faster than a chariot racer's steeds. She wanted to push him away, but her body felt locked in place. Y/n tried to speak, but her lips were closed tightly like a stone wall. “Hm, dear, I think I know a dress that’d fit your body much better. Let me help.”

~~~~~

Within only the second morning of the Heavenly Palace, Y/n had the overwhelming urge to jump off. But she wouldn’t be allowed such a pleasure with the god at her side. Zeus had taken it upon himself to guide the mortal on a tour through Olympus, which only influenced her thoughts. 

Y/n kept her eyes on Zeus every second. Not out of intrigue or anything of that sort, but of apprehension. Each movement of his that was near her direction, the mortal would tense up and pause everything. Soon enough, the king of Olypmus noticed and grinned with faux comfort. “Dear, you seem tense. Allow me to ease you.” ~~~~~ Day after day. Weeks after week. Zeus never let Y/n leave his side, threatening any god or goddess who even dared to give her a sympathetic glance. The woman was a shell of who she once was. Her eyes sunk and her soul depleted; she felt her life draining by the day. Not in mortality-wise, no Zeus would never let her perish. But in consideration of her spirit.

Each night she would cry until no more salt would leave, leaving only choking sobs. Each night she was infiltrated by the king of Olympus. Y/n would stare at herself in the mirror, vomit building in her throat as her eyes trailed down to every mark on her body. No spot was untouched. No matter how hard she tried, Y/n could never wash off the sin. The mortal would scrub her skin until she was raw and bleeding, but the phantom touches remained.

Each night she missed her home and friends more and more. Where was Odysseus now? Did he forget all about her when he returned to Ithaca? What about Penelope? Would she miss her best friend? 

Seven years. Seven years of misery, force, and agony. Seven years of physical and mental torture she endured to no fault.

But soon, like all stories, her savior arrived. ~~~~~

Athena stood in front of her father, spear and shield in hand, while staring into the king’s eyes murderously.

“I’ve played your game and won. Release them,” the goddess of wisdom demanded, shifting her gaze to where Y/n stood anxiously beside Zeus’ throne. The mortal had gone through so much, and Athena was determined to save her. 

Zeus glowered down at his daughter, rage covering his expression. “You dare to defy me? To make me feel shame?” He growled, his fists clenching so tight that his knuckles turned a bright alabaster. “No one beats me; no one wins my game!”

The lightning god stood up threateningly, his hands glowing a static yellow. “Thunder, bring her through the wringer!” The air was caught in Y/n’s throat at the familiar words, her eyes wide in horror. Zeus rose up, the electricity in his hands growing as the woman noticed the alarmed looks on the other god’s expressions. “Show her I’m the judgment call, the one who makes her kingdom FALL!” With a vociferous burst, he threw the lightning at his daughter, forcing her back onto the floor. Once the light faded, everyone looked to see the warrior lying face down, her body still as ice. “Is she dead?” the voice of her brother Ares asked hesitantly. Y/n thought back to every moment her and Odysseus had been with Athena. They were an unstoppable force together. Now though, Y/n only wanted to rush to the goddess side.  Before anyone could do anything, Athena struggled to her feet, holding her aegis in defense while pointing the spear tip to her father.

Zeus’ look of utter shock soon turned to rage at her defiance. In response, he sent a barrage of bolts towards his favorite child. Against this attack, the war patroness held her shield strong and pushed against the force, making her way to her father.

Finally, at the feet of the king, she grabbed his arm and fell to her knees.

“Let them go, please. Let them go.” Her plea was finished as the goddess collapsed, her breath slowing to a stop.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I got an AU for you...

Yandere Lucifer x Adam x Yandere Lucifer.

They would fight at first about who could have him before realizing they could share him in Eden.

They love and pamper Adam, but they are passive-aggressive to pretty much anyone else. They REALLY don't like Eve.

Lucifer and Lilith find out that Adam's purpose was to only breed others and so they didn't even teach him to talk or no other things, unlike Lilith. They were furious when they found out because it turns out Adam was made only with certain knowledge and not the whole package.

So they steal him away...

XxX

Adam opened his eyes for the first time and breathed in the air. He sat up and looked around, not quite understanding what was going on. That is until he saw the most beautiful-looking woman he had ever seen. He didn't know how he knew that it was a woman but he just did. She had long blonde hair down to her feet, purple eyes, and the loveliest smile.

"Welcome to Eden, humans." They both turned to see beings made of pure light gaze upon them as they were told what their purpose was. After they were told to multiply, be fruitful, and name all the animals, they said, "And now, we must leave. But farewell, First Man and Woman." And then they were gone.

Adam didn't completely understand what those beings were saying, but already Lilith was standing on her two feet as she walked over to Adam.

"You're very pretty..." She said as she smiled. Adam didn't know what that meant but he smiled since Lilith said did it to him. He tried to mimic her voice but his words didn't come out as naturally as her's.

Lilith frowned and touched his throat. "Can you not speak?" She asked concerned and Adam shook his head, tears pricking his eyes. He knew what he wanted. What he wanted to say, but speaking came out in squeaks.

Lilith gently shushed him and said, "Sh, it's okay. No need to cry." Cry? Was that what he was doing? Lilith cooed and held him making him feel very warm. Adam wanted to see the differences between them and began comparing.

He had a long penis between his legs and Lilith had a vagina. He didn't know how he knew that. He knew that her chest was bigger than his and he wished he had them too. He patted his flat chest and looked at Lilith's sadly.

Lilith laughed when she realized why he was still pouting. She didn't know why, but this man was funny and cute. He didn't speak, which she found odd and a little alarming but she did like how cute he looked on her lap. It seemed natural.

"We have the same bits here though, see?" She pinched Adam's nipples and pointed to hers.

Adam let out a startled moan causing Lilith to blink. She knew it meant something was feeling good. She didn't know how she knew that but that particular sound happened when you felt good. So, she pinched Adam's nipples and he squirmed and moaned in her lap.

It was then she realized she was a head taller than Adam.

"I like the noises you make Adam," Lilith said with a smile as she let go. "And you're cheeks are red...does that happen when you feel good?" Arousal. That's what it was. The thought just came to her.

Adam didnt know what she meant but he did feel good so he nodded.

"Don't worry Adam...I'll take care of you. Just follow my lead."

They both didn't see the pair of blue eyes watching them from above the tree they were sitting under.

Oooh! Yeah I've been maybe one other au where Lucifer and Lilith are on the same level of obsession for Adam and that was a few one shots that @libby-for-life wrote!

I think this is the only way I can have Lucifer x Adam x Lilith, is both of them being yandere types for Adam and working together to love him.

[brujamala-aka-gigi]

your ideal partner is like...

On this pick a pile reading, im focusing on positive traits to take into consideration when wondering if someone is worth putting your time and energy into a committed relationship. This is not meant to be strict guideline of arbitrarily imposed "must have's" to look for, but more of an opportunity to reflect on what could be beneficial to your ideas of a healthy relationship.

dividers by @chilumitos

pile one pile two pile three

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I get the feeling that you value certain aspects of relationships that could be considered “traditional” or “old school”, but not necessarily the ones that are limiting to your sense of identity or your will. I think you find value in things that bring peace of mind and comfort due to being structured in a way that feels natural and balanced, or at least aim to provide those qualities into your life. In your case, I feel like commitment in any sort of union is something you value a lot, specially because you have a deep understanding of your own individuality which involves wanting to connect with someone who is just as conscious as you are, and just as willing to bring out the best in you as you are willing to do so for them. 

Your ideal partner is someone who wants a certain level of structure in their lives, but also wants to find opportunities to experience child-like wonder. This is a person who is patient, and knows that building strong foundations in the relationship is the best way possible to ensure that both of you get to be joyful together. A key aspect here is that you look for someone who shares your values, not because they aspire to them, but because they live by them even if their lives are completely different to yours. Maybe your life experiences of the past might not be similar, but what’s important is that your ideals and aspirations are the middleground where you are both capable of nurturing a genuine connection. Both of these cards show me that you are determined to achieve harmony in a way that you consider both practical and fulfilling, and yet you are not willing to sacrifice your individual aspirations. Therefore, whoever is meant for you, needs to embrace the way in which you decide to nurture a relationship.

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This combination of cards is telling me that you are someone who has coherent reasons to be slightly afraid of vulnerability. You have been in places where your honesty and your vulnerability have been misunderstood as weaknesses and treated as such. Nobody deserves to be hurt because of such noble traits. What's relevant here is that you are cautious with who gets access to your truest self, which is not that bad, but from time to time your anxiety in regards to vulnerability might be something that makes it more difficult to find true connections with others. It is hard to know who will value your genuine ways of living and expressing your feelings if you never try to do so, if you never give people the opportunity to show if they are worthy of you being in tune with your sensitive essence.

Your ideal partner is someone who is not only empathetic, but also someone who is willing to put effort into building a sense of trust within the relationship. Whoever wants to love you, needs to understand your healing process and willfully put in the work so you feel secure with them. I'm talking about a person who values having the difficult conversations instead of running away from the issues or hiding anything that could turn into a problem. This is someone who shows their loyalty by either being helpful or being a good company. You can be very introspective and mindful of your issues, you are too used to solve problems on your own. These are amazing qualities that can be nourished when you engage with a person who is willing to learn when you need help,when you need company and when you need your own space. Finding out who has this characteristics is only possible if you find the peace of mind and the confidence to approach vulnerability in a way that gets you out of your comfort zone without getting hurt.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧ pile number three ˚.���

Well, I can’t lie here, these cards are giving me a subtle “opposites attract” type of scenario. Which doesn’t mean that you should go and look for someone who is nothing like you, but it does mean that maybe you should consider your own virtues and defects and how they can be complemented by a partner, while also thinking on how you compliment them. This is not only about superficial compatibility, but more so about both of you being able to rely on each other and able to ask for help. From what I see, it’s most likely your ideal partner is someone who shares a similar life path to yours, but they have an entirely different set of skills. Having shared objectives and aspirations is something quite valuable, especially if both of you are equally as committed to them.  

What I see from an ideal partner in your case, it's this passionate approach to almost everything. It is not a kind of passion that comes from a need to fill a void in their lives, it is the kind of passion that comes from a deep sense of responsibility and consciousness in regards to their own lives. This is a person who sees the value of their journeys and is able to be truthful and fair with their approach to new experiences because they want to remain aligned to their honest desires. They are fully aware of what they can and can’t do, but what’s interesting about them is that they also see value in creating dynamic ways to work around that. You need to find someone who respects you enough to allow themselves to ask you for help, but are also willing to help you too. A key thing to consider when thinking of an ideal partner is the sort of enhancements made possible by a connection where both genuinely respect and admire each other, without idealizations that could harm the relationship.

hey there! i hope this reading was useful or at least entertaining for someone <3 if you did enjoy it, don't hesitate to check out my other P.A.C readings i think they're also kinda fun??

anyways, big updates (maybe not too big)

i set up a ko-fi (finally, ik, im sorry, many people told me to do so but apparently i had to drop out uni to find the time to do it lmao actually not funny btw i dropped out to focus on my work because economic crisis, fuck you javier milei, i work on a tarot reading app btw but i cant disclose it or share my profile from the app idk why)

I FINALLY CAN TAKE PICTURES OF MY CARDS !!!!! (they are still samsung phone quality but they are expensive samsung phone quality ok) so yeah things are going to look prettier i guess??? maybe i'll do videos someday??

im also working on a posting schedule and taking this blog more seriously because i missed tumblr so much tbh and i need a way of sharing the beauty of tarot thats not literally too close to working a 9 to 5 call center job (i love my job tho, but working in tarot apps is... interesting) . i love this site so much, i was literally raised by it at this point (i feel like an elder user because i've been here since 13 and im 23, i saw gen z underage people calling 25 year olds "uncle" online and honestly i cant even be mad about it because if any gen z calls me an auntie i wont go against it, i've been on my single auntie patty and selma vibes since forever tbh and im technically gen z too?? )

last big update: i got a kinda fun and silly oracle deck which i will be using for an ask game eventually.

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[merlingenrecs]

Peace reigns, Arthur is King, magic roams free, and Merlin is finally able to embrace his destiny in the open. Whether it’s stories set in an idyllic Camelot where old prejudices have been overcome, or simply quiet moments of happiness shared between friends, this category is all about the Golden Age being truly golden.

Today's gen fic rec theme: Happy Golden Age

↓ Find the list of fanfic recs under the cut! ↓

⚬ Freedom by reelin_writer, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/35368405 summary: "The first few days after magic was legalized, Merlin passed out four times." The new Court Sorcerer is collapsing right and left. After the initial panic, the populace is unfazed. Even Gaius acts like it's normal. By the third time, Arthur's the only one that doesn't seem to think Merlin's behavior is natural. Well, if no one else will, Arthur's going to get to the bottom of it.

⚬ Other Duties as Assigned by N16, 5k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/33804967 summary: Tess finds many things about Camelot strange, but nothing quite as strange as Merlin, the king’s… Well. That’s the strange thing. Try as she may, Tess can’t figure out quite what Merlin is.

⚬  In the Light of Day by N16, 3k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/48470635 summary: It’s not a big deal. Arthur and Merlin get attacked in the forest and they successfully defend themselves. It has happened a hundred times before. And yet this time, it’s entirely different.

⚬ Magic Wanders Free by N16, 3k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/38988387 summary: Merlin has magic. Arthur knows that now. He can do all kinds of dramatic, extraordinary things. Perhaps even more miraculously, he can also do a million little things. And he doesn’t even realize it.

⚬ The Royal Pet by N16, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/39395520 summary: It’s very convenient having a sorcerer as Arthur’s manservant. Unless, of course, Arthur gets on said sorcerer’s nerves. Then things get… decidedly less convenient.

⚬ When the Inevitable Comes by N16, 3k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/49949851 summary: It was inevitable that one day, one of them would be left behind. Someone had to die first. They both knew that. They did not, however, agree on who that someone would be.

⚬ Coming Home by N16, 7k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/50026903 summary: When a simple errand turns into something dark and violent, Merlin returns to Camelot with wounds both inside and out. And he’s in no condition to take care of himself, whether he realizes it or not.

⚬ Lucky Roll by N16, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/29379705 summary: Months after Arthur learns about Merlin’s magic, he suddenly realizes the truth about all of those games of dice. He is not happy.

⚬ The Great Tavern Conspiracy by N16, 5k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/34503646 summary: Arthur knows that Merlin isn't at the tavern. That's just a lie Merlin used to tell, back before Arthur knew he had magic. So if Merlin isn't at the tavern all those times he disappears, where the hell is he?

⚬ Speak (With) Your Mind by s0mmerspr0ssen, 7k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/43308666 summary: When Merlin sets out to teach mindspeech to Arthur, he couldn't have known just how much it would affect the friendship between King and Court Mage.

⚬ With this I Protect (For this is My Oath) by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/52629106 summary: Yule is the time of year to reflect on the past year and look forward to the year ahead. But with the guilt that lingers and the people they lost? How does one look forward? This is a story of love, protection and promises.And fluff, of course of Merlin and his best friend's son.

⚬ Like Father, Like Son by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/40868550 summary: "Shut up, idiot. I didn't ask him to break into the vaults. It was his own idea." Merlin chuckled. "Doesn’t surprise me. You both have terrible ideas. Like father, like son." Really, the Prince need to stop following his father's advice on certain things.

⚬ Grumblings of the Head Knight by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/40868700 summary: Council sessions were tedious, boring and repetitive. Everyone hated them. But no one had figured out it was Sir Leon's revenge plan. Oh, and Merlin had burned down half of the castle. Leon did not want to deal with things anymore.

⚬ Greet The Dawn by Flight_of_Fantasy, 6k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/43201323 summary: Merlin is terribly nervous about the transition from servant to court sorcerer, and Gwen knows a thing or two about transitioning from a servant to a member of the court. Luckily, she has a remedy. She began it when she became Queen, and she's more than happy to share her secret with Merlin.

[pdriesta]

a love like this — 6

an — a series of blurbs based on the main couple of "something real". if you're someone that read it, let me know if you have requests <3 this chapter is based on this request, i hope you enjoy!

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it started with the little things.

the way she moved a fraction slower in the mornings, her usually sharp replies softened with an edge of fatigue. the way her hands—steady, sure hands that were always so careful, so gentle when treating him or any other player—would tremble slightly as she reached for her coffee cup. jude noticed it all, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer every time, concern gnawing at his chest as he tried to piece together what was wrong.

“late night?” he’d asked casually one morning, leaning against the kitchen counter as she rushed around the kitchen, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“something like that,” y/n had replied, flashing him a quick smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “busy week, you know.”

he’d hummed, watching as she downed her coffee in record time before darting out the door with a hasty kiss to his cheek and a promise to text him later. jude stayed in the kitchen long after she left, the unease in his chest growing stronger. she was always busy, always pushing herself, but lately… lately it felt like too much.

it wasn’t just at home. he saw it at work, too—how she threw herself into every session, every treatment, working longer hours than anyone else, her focus unwavering even as exhaustion tugged at her features. when she was with the players, she was a force of nature, a whirlwind of energy and expertise, and yet… the moment she thought no one was looking, her shoulders would droop, and her smile would falter.

jude caught those moments. every single one. and each time, it made his chest tighten with guilt.

because he knew—he knew that she gave everything she had to her job, to the players, to him. she poured herself into every role she took on, leaving nothing for herself. and now, it was starting to show. he hated it. hated that she felt like she had to push herself so hard, that she wouldn’t slow down even when her body was clearly screaming for rest.

“you’re worrying too much,” she’d said one evening when he brought it up again, her voice gentle but firm as she rubbed soothing circles on his chest. they were curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the living room lights casting warm shadows across her face.

“i just don’t want you running yourself ragged,” he murmured, his fingers tracing absent patterns on her back. “you’ve been working so hard, y/n. you’re exhausted.”

“i’m fine,” she’d insisted, smiling up at him with that same, tired smile. “really, jude. it’s just a busy period. things will calm down soon.”

it didn’t get better.

even though she swore it would calm down, it didn’t. if anything, things got worse. more injuries, more stress, and more hours piled on her already overflowing plate. jude tried to help where he could—making her breakfast, bringing her coffee, even sneaking into her office to leave little notes of encouragement for her to find. but it never felt like enough. not when she was still coming home late, eyes dull and movements sluggish.

it wasn’t until a few days later, when he found her in the treatment room, that everything came to a head.

“y/n,” he called softly, knocking lightly on the open door. she was hunched over a table, scribbling something on a clipboard, and she didn’t look up as he entered. “hey, baby.”

“mm,” she hummed, barely acknowledging him.

his frown deepened, and he crossed the room, stopping a few feet behind her. “you okay?”

“fine,” she murmured, her voice strained. she didn’t turn around, didn’t even lift her head, and that’s when he noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders, the way her breathing seemed just a little too labored.

“y/n,” he said again, softer this time, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. she flinched, the movement almost imperceptible, and his heart dropped.

“jude, please,” she mumbled, still not looking at him. “i’m fine. i just—i need to finish this.”

“no, you don’t,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to her arm, gently tugging her back. “come on, love. look at me.”

she resisted at first, her body stiff and unyielding, but then—slowly, reluctantly—she turned. jude’s breath caught in his throat.

she looked awful. pale, her skin tinged with an unhealthy sheen, her eyes glassy and unfocused. there were deep shadows under her eyes, and her lips were chapped, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively woman he was so used to.

“y/n,” he breathed, stepping closer. “you’re sick.”

“no, i’m not,” she muttered, her gaze darting away. “i don’t get sick.”

“bullshit,” he said softly, his hand cupping her cheek, feeling the warmth of a fever that was definitely not supposed to be there. “you’re burning up.”

“jude, i—”

“why didn’t you say anything?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “you’ve been pushing yourself too hard, and now—”

“i couldn’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “there’s too much to do. the players—”

“the players can wait,” he said firmly, his gaze intense as he stared down at her. “you need to rest.”

“i’m fine,” she insisted, but even as she said it, her knees wobbled, and jude had to catch her, his arms wrapping around her waist as she slumped against him.

“no, you’re not,” he murmured, his voice soft but unyielding. “you’re not fine, y/n. and you’re not going back to work like this.”

“but—”

“no buts,” he said quietly, his arms tightening around her. “you’re coming home, and you’re going to rest. no more overtime, no more late nights. you need to take care of yourself, love.”

she opened her mouth to argue, but the exhaustion in her eyes spoke louder than any words could. with a soft sigh, she let her head fall against his chest, her body going limp in his arms.

“i’m just… tired,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“i know, baby,” he murmured, his hand cradling the back of her head as he pressed a kiss to her hair. “i know. but you don’t have to do this alone, okay? let me take care of you.”

and that’s exactly what he did.

he bundled her up, supporting her weight as he guided her to the car, his heart aching at how fragile she seemed, how small she felt in his arms. when they got home, he didn’t let her lift a finger—he tucked her into bed, brought her water, and fussed over her like she was made of glass.

“you’re being ridiculous,” she mumbled, a faint smile tugging at her lips as he hovered by the bedside, making sure she was comfortable.

“maybe,” he admitted, kneeling beside her so they were at eye level. “but you need this, y/n. you need to rest and recover.”

“you sound like me,” she teased weakly, her hand reaching out to brush his cheek. “always nagging.”

“well, i’ve learned from the best,” he murmured, catching her hand in his and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “so no more overtime, okay?”

“okay,” she whispered, her eyes already drifting shut. “no more… overtime.”

“good,” he breathed, his gaze soft as he watched her fall asleep. “because i need you, love. i need you healthy and happy. and i can’t lose you to exhaustion.”

it wasn’t until she was sound asleep, her breathing finally evening out, that jude allowed himself to relax. he stayed by her side the entire night, watching over her, his heart heavy with worry and love.

she’d always been the one to take care of him. but now? now it was his turn.

and he’d be damned if he let her burn herself out again.

by the end of the week, it all came crashing down.

the first sign was the alarm. the shrill beeping shattered the early morning quiet, but instead of y/n’s usual groan and sluggish movements to silence it, there was… nothing. no sleepy mumbles, no irritated grumbling as she fumbled for her phone. just stillness.

jude blinked, disoriented by the unfamiliar sound, his arm still curled protectively around her waist. “y/n?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep as he shifted beside her. but she didn’t stir.

the alarm kept blaring, louder and more insistent. jude reached over her, grabbing the phone off her nightstand to silence it. the sudden quiet felt jarring, like a weight pressing down on his chest. he turned to look at her, heart beating faster.

“y/n,” he whispered again, his hand brushing over her arm, shaking her gently. “baby, it’s morning.”

still nothing.

a ripple of unease washed over him as he sat up, his gaze sweeping over her. her usually vibrant face was pale, flushed slightly at the cheeks, dark circles bruising the delicate skin under her eyes. her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. she was limp against the mattress, barely moving except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest. jude’s worry deepened, his throat tightening.

“y/n,” he called softly, more urgently this time, cupping her cheek. “hey… wake up.”

her body responded with a soft, pitiful groan, but her eyes didn’t open. her hand twitched, fingers curling weakly into the sheets, but it was clear she didn’t have the energy to move. jude’s heart twisted painfully.

“baby, come on,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles along her cheekbone. “you’ve got to get up.”

“i can’t” she mumbled, her voice so faint, he had to strain to hear it. “jus’… so tired…”

his frown deepened, eyes scanning her face. the exhaustion in her voice, the complete lack of energy — it was unlike anything he’d seen from her before. she was always the one up and ready before him, even on her most stressful days. seeing her like this made a knot form in his chest, one that wouldn’t loosen.

“you don’t have to get up,” he murmured, shifting closer, one hand cradling the back of her neck. “it’s okay, love. you’re not going anywhere today.”

“but… work,” she whispered, her brow furrowing, though her eyes remained closed. “i can’t… i have to go…”

“no, you don’t,” jude said firmly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering. her skin was far too warm, almost feverish. “you’re staying here. i’ll call in for you. you’re not working like this.”

“jude… no… i can’t…” she tried to protest, but the fight was weak, her voice barely audible.

“yes, you can,” he countered gently, his heart aching at how fragile she seemed. “you’re not well, y/n. you’ve been working nonstop, and now look at you.”

she opened her mouth as if to argue, but no words came. instead, she just sighed, sinking further into the bed, as if the very act of talking was too much for her now. “’kay…”

jude exhaled, his chest loosening only a fraction. “good,” he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair. “just rest now. i’ve got you.”

he stayed beside her, his body curled around hers protectively, one arm draped over her as if to shield her from the weight of the world. his fingers traced soothing patterns along her arm, the only sound in the room her labored breathing. it was too quiet, too still, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to move. something told him he needed to be here, that she needed him close, even if she didn’t say it.

for hours, jude didn’t budge. his phone buzzed on the nightstand — messages, reminders, calls that went unanswered — but none of it mattered. all that mattered was her.

by the time afternoon light spilled through the curtains, she stirred again, her eyelids fluttering open just a sliver. jude’s heart leapt in his chest, immediately leaning closer.

“hey,” he whispered, brushing a stray curl away from her face. “you awake?”

y/n blinked, her eyes glazed with fatigue. she looked confused, disoriented, as though she couldn’t quite piece together where she was. “jude?” her voice was hoarse, barely more than a croak.

“i’m here,” he murmured, thumb tracing along her temple, his touch soft and careful. “how are you feeling?”

her face crumpled slightly as she exhaled a long, strained breath. “terrible,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “i don’t think… i can get up.”

“you don’t have to,” jude assured her quickly, his hand slipping down to hold hers. “you’re staying right here.”

“but… work…” her brow furrowed again, but even the thought of it seemed to exhaust her.

“no, y/n,” jude said firmly, his gaze locking with hers. “you’re not going to work. not today, not tomorrow, not until you’re better. that’s final.”

she stared at him, her lip quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. “i… i didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “i just wanted to be strong.”

jude’s chest tightened painfully at the sight of her so vulnerable, so utterly drained. he leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down her cheek. “you are strong, y/n. you’re the strongest person i know. but even you need rest. and that’s okay.”

her eyes fluttered shut, more tears spilling over as she exhaled shakily. “i’m sorry,” she whispered.

“hey, no,” jude murmured, his hand cupping her face. “don’t apologize. this isn’t your fault. you just pushed yourself too far.”

she nodded weakly, the last of her energy fading as she sank into the comfort of his touch, her breathing evening out once more.

jude held her close, his heart aching as he watched her drift back into sleep. he wouldn’t let this happen again — he’d take care of her, just as she always took care of everyone else. nothing mattered more to him than making sure she was okay. not a single thing.

jude held her close, his heart aching as he watched her drift back into sleep. he wouldn’t let this happen again — he’d take care of her, just as she always took care of everyone else. nothing mattered more to him than making sure she was okay. not a single thing.

with a soft sigh, he gently untangled himself from her, careful not to wake her as he slipped out of bed. her exhaustion was palpable, and he wanted to do everything he could to help her unwind. padding quietly to the bathroom, he started running a warm bath, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air as bubbles formed under the gentle stream.

once the tub was ready, he returned to the bedroom, carefully scooping her up into his arms. “baby, come on,” he whispered softly, his lips brushing against her temple. “let me take care of you, yeah?”

y/n murmured something incoherent, too tired to fully respond, but she didn’t resist as he carried her to the bathroom. jude settled her onto the edge of the tub, his hands working with care to peel off her clothes, making sure she didn’t have to lift a finger.

“just relax,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before helping her sink into the warm water. “i’ve got you, baby. everything’s okay.”

the sound of gentle splashing filled the small bathroom as jude leaned over the tub, his hands moving slowly through the soapy water. y/n lay back, eyes closed, exhaustion lining every inch of her face, and he was careful not to disturb her too much. just enough to ease some of the tension from her tired muscles.

“you’re doing so well,” he murmured, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over her shoulders. “just let me take care of you, love.”

she hummed softly, her head lolling to the side as she surrendered to the warmth of the bath and the gentleness of his touch. jude’s heart ached seeing her like this, knowing how much she always gave to everyone else, how little she left for herself.

“you work too hard, you know that?” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her damp forehead. “you need to rest more. i need you to rest more.”

“mm... ‘m fine,” she mumbled, barely coherent.

jude smiled softly, shaking his head. “no, baby, you’re not. but that’s okay. i’m here now, and you don’t have to do anything but relax.”

his hands slid down her arms, gentle and comforting, as he whispered more loving things to her. “you’re everything to me,” he breathed, watching her settle further into the water. “and i’m gonna take care of you. always.”

the bathwater sloshed softly as he continued to massage her shoulders, his touch light but firm, soothing her tired muscles. he watched as the tension slowly ebbed away, her body going limp in the water as she sank deeper into the tub, trusting him completely.

the sound of gentle splashing filled the small bathroom as jude leaned over the tub, his hands moving slowly through the soapy water. y/n lay back, eyes closed, exhaustion lining every inch of her face, and he was careful not to disturb her too much. just enough to ease some of the tension from her tired muscles.

she hadn’t stirred much when he’d carried her from the bed to the bathroom, too drained even to put up the token protest he’d half-expected. the only thing she’d managed was a small, sleepy murmur of confusion as he’d undressed her and lowered her carefully into the warm water.

“just relax, love,” he whispered softly, his fingers brushing along her arm in a soothing rhythm. “i’ve got you.”

she sighed, a soft, contented sound that tugged at his heart. her head rested against the edge of the tub, her skin flushed from the heat of the bath, and jude took his time, letting the moments stretch between them. he ran the washcloth gently over her shoulders, down her back, careful not to startle her as he moved.

“this… is nice,” she mumbled, her eyes still shut, lips barely moving.

“yeah?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “not too much?”

“no… it’s good,” she breathed, the words slurring slightly. “feels… good.”

jude’s chest tightened. god, how long had it been since she’d let herself rest like this? to just let go and let someone else take care of her?

“good,” he murmured, his voice low and tender as he dipped the cloth into the water again, wringing it out slowly. “you deserve it.”

she didn’t respond, but a soft, sleepy hum slipped past her lips, and he knew she’d heard him. he stayed like that for a while longer, just letting the warmth of the bath work its magic, his touch light and careful as he washed away the stress and fatigue that seemed etched into her skin.

jude watched as y/n settled deeper into the warm bath, her exhaustion melting away with each gentle ripple of water. sensing that she was finally beginning to relax, he quietly stepped out of the bathroom, his mind racing with thoughts of how to help her recover. without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to y/n’s mom.

hi, auntie! y/n isn't feeling well. i'm really worried for her

but jude knew y/n’s mom too well to think that would stop her. within minutes, her reply came through, filled with warmth and concern. “don’t worry, mi niño! i’m on my way.”

just as he was finishing up in the kitchen, he heard the familiar sound of her mother’s voice echoing through the flat. “jude! where is my daughter?” her commanding presence filled the space, making him smile despite the situation.

“in the bathroom,” he called back, meeting her in the hallway. he gestured for her to follow him, but before he could explain further, she was already striding past him with purpose.

when she entered the bathroom, she immediately knelt beside the tub, her expression shifting from concern to tenderness as she brushed a gentle hand over y/n’s hair. “mi niña,” (my daughter) she whispered, her voice filled with love.

“auntie, she’s just exhausted,” jude said softly, leaning against the doorframe, feeling both grateful and slightly overwhelmed by her presence.

"mi rabajadora incansable,” y/n’s mom replied, shaking her head with a knowing smile. (my tireless worker) “when she was in school, she would spend all night in the library, never taking time for herself. always wanting to make the most of her time.” her gaze turned serious as she looked up at jude. “but she forgets to care for herself in the process. it’s not good.”

jude nodded, feeling a swell of protectiveness for y/n. “i’m trying to help her rest, auntie. i really am. she just… she pushes herself.”

“you’re doing a good job, jude,” her mother said, her voice warm and reassuring. “but make sure you’re keeping her fed. i’ll stock the fridge with meals and remedies. she needs nourishment, and she’ll listen to you.”

“i’ll make sure she eats,” jude promised, his heart feeling lighter with each word. “thank you for coming. it means a lot to both of us.”

“just doing my job as a mother,” she said with a soft smile, then added, “you know, when she was little, she always wanted to be a superhero, saving everyone. i think that’s still in her heart. she feels responsible for everyone around her.”

“she is a superhero,” jude replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “but even superheroes need a break. i just want her to know that it’s okay to slow down, that she doesn’t have to carry the weight of the world alone.”

her mother nodded, her eyes glistening with pride. “that’s exactly what she needs, jude. someone who understands her, who can remind her that it’s okay to be vulnerable. you’re doing that for her. you’re making a difference.”

“i just want to protect her,” jude admitted, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. “i can’t stand seeing her like this. it breaks my heart.”

“you’re doing a wonderful job,” her mother assured him, a gentle hand resting on his arm. “just remind her how loved she is. remind her that she’s not alone in this. it’s important.”

jude nodded, feeling the weight of her words. “i will. i promise.”

“and keep practicing your spanish,” she said with a playful grin. “she loves it when you try.”

“i will, auntie” jude replied with a chuckle. “i’ll keep working on it.”

“good,” y/n’s mom said, her smile warm as she turned to gather her things. “now, let me run to the kitchen and prepare some meals for you both. you keep an eye on her. i don’t want to see her until she’s feeling better. she needs to rest.”

“understood,” jude said, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her leave the bathroom, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

once y/n’s mom was gone, jude returned to sit beside the tub, his eyes fixed on her as the water rippled gently around her. he leaned closer, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face, his heart swelling with affection as he watched her. he thought of what her mom had said, the glimpse he’d gotten into y/n’s past. it was bittersweet learning how she’d always been this way—always pushing, always working. and it only fueled his desire to protect her even more.

as the minutes ticked by, he stayed there, watching her, his hand wrapped around hers gently as the water slowly began to cool. the soft sound of her breathing calmed him, a reminder that she was there, safe, but exhausted beyond measure. he never wanted her to feel the need to push herself this hard again. not when she had him now. not when he’d do anything to carry some of the weight she bore so quietly.

when the water turned tepid, he knew it was time. leaning over, jude whispered gently, "hey, baby… let’s get you out." her eyes fluttered open slightly, barely conscious, and she gave a small, sleepy nod. jude carefully stood, reaching for the towel. he wrapped it around her, his hands tender as he lifted her from the bath, cradling her in his arms. "i’ve got you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her damp temple. "i’m here."

he held her close, feeling how limp she was, her head resting on his shoulder, utterly drained. slowly, he carried her into the bedroom, placing her down on the edge of the bed before carefully drying her off. he moved with such care, not wanting to disturb her as he slipped her into one of his oversized shirts, the fabric soft against her skin. "you’re so strong," he whispered, his fingers grazing her cheek. "but you don’t have to be strong all the time."

she barely stirred, but he caught the way her lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile at his words. it made his heart ache and swell all at once.

once she was dressed, jude scooped her back into his arms, her body curling instinctively against him. "let’s go to the living room, yeah?" he murmured. she didn’t answer, just nuzzled further into his chest. he carried her with ease, feeling her weight settle into him, trusting him completely. when they reached the couch, he sat down, pulling her into his lap, her head resting against his chest.

for a while, they stayed like that, her quiet breaths filling the space. he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let go of her even for a second. but when he shifted slightly, preparing to get up, y/n whined softly, her fingers clutching at his shirt.

"shh, i’m right here," jude soothed, kissing the top of her head. "just going to get you something to eat."

"don’t go," she mumbled, sounding so unlike herself—so clingy and vulnerable. it broke his heart. he’d never seen her like this before, and it killed him that it took her being so worn down for him to see it.

"i’m not going far, promise," he assured her, stroking her back gently. "i’ll be back before you even miss me."

reluctantly, she let him go, and jude slipped into the kitchen, reheating the soup her mom had brought over. he moved quickly, not wanting to leave her alone for too long, and once the soup was ready, he returned to the couch, sitting beside her once more.

"baby," jude whispered, holding out the bowl of soup. "you need to eat."

y/n blinked, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion. she allowed jude to feed her a spoonful of the warm broth, and the second it hit her tongue, something familiar made her pause. her brow furrowed as she swallowed, looking up at him with tired confusion.

"wait…" she mumbled softly, her voice weak. "this… this is my mom’s soup."

jude nodded, his heart squeezing at the realization dawning on her. "yeah, love. she came by earlier while you were resting. stocked the fridge, left a bunch of meals for you."

her eyes widened slightly, tears welling up before spilling over. "she came?" her voice cracked, overwhelmed with emotion. she hadn’t even realized, too deep in her exhaustion to notice.

"she did," jude said softly, wiping her tears away with his thumb as they slid down her cheeks. "she loves you so much, y/n. and she told me you’ve always been like this… working yourself too hard, forgetting to take care of yourself. she’s worried. we all are."

y/n sniffled, overwhelmed by the love surrounding her, but jude wasn’t done. he set the bowl down gently and cupped her face in his hands, his voice tender but firm. "you don’t have to do it all, baby. you don’t have to carry everything by yourself. let us help. let me help. you’re so loved, y/n. and you need to let the people who love you share the load when it gets too heavy. especially me."

his words broke through her defenses, and she sobbed softly, leaning into his touch, overwhelmed but comforted by the realization that she didn’t have to do everything alone. she never had to, not when jude was by her side.

"i’m here," he whispered, pulling her into his arms, cradling her against him as she cried. "i’ll always be here. let's eat some more soup, okay?"

y/n shook her head with as much strength she has left, "jude, i can't. 'm tired"

“i know, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low murmur as he dipped the spoon into the soup, bringing it carefully to her lips. “but just a few bites, yeah? for me?”

her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy, dazed look in them as she blinked up at him. “for you?” she echoed weakly, her voice hoarse and fragile.

“yeah,” he whispered, his gaze soft and unwavering as he held the spoon to her lips. “just a little. and then you can sleep again.”

she hesitated, then nodded slowly, parting her lips just enough for him to slip the spoon inside. the soup was warm, the rich, comforting flavors washing over her tongue, and a tiny, relieved sigh slipped past her lips.

“good girl,” he murmured softly, his heart swelling at the way she relaxed against him, her body melting further into his chest. “just a little more, okay?”

she ate slowly, her movements sluggish and clumsy, but jude was patient, his hand steady as he fed her each spoonful, murmuring soft words of encouragement between bites.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “just a few more. that’s it. you’re so strong.”

by the time the bowl was empty, she was barely awake, her head drooping against his shoulder, her breaths soft and even. jude set the bowl aside carefully, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

“see?” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against her hair. “you did it.”

“’m sleepy,” she mumbled again, her voice a sleepy murmur against his chest.

“i know,” he whispered, his gaze tender as he held her close, his heart aching with a fierce, protective love. “but you’ll get better, baby. you just need to rest.”

she didn’t respond, already slipping back into the warm, comforting embrace of sleep. jude stayed like that for a long time, just holding her, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her back, his heart swelling with every soft, even breath she took.

“no more overtime,” he murmured quietly, his voice barely more than a breath. “no more pushing yourself like this.”

she shifted slightly, a small, contented sigh slipping past her lips, and jude’s heart clenched painfully.

“you’re going to get better, y/n,” he whispered, his gaze fierce and unwavering as he held her close. “and i’m going to make sure of it.”

because he couldn’t bear to see her like this—not ever again.

no more overtime. no more pushing herself past her limits.

this time, he’d make sure of it.

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Umm so I had a thought...

You know how Marinette and Gabriel are supposed to be foils, and there are clear mirrors in both their personalities and their ambitions. Except- you know, Gabriel is evil and power hungry and selfish, whereas Marinette is motivated by justice and is incredibly self-sacrificing.

What if Miraculous continues to draw this parallel between protagonist and antagonist, except this time not with Marinette... this time with Adrien?!

At first glance, there might be very little tying Lila (cerise?... for the sake of this post she is Lila) and Adrien together. But delving further there are actually quite a lot of parallels.

Adrien and Lila are both social chameleons who had been showcased by Gabriel to function as a figurehead for his company. They are both desperate to make friends and social connections at school (albeit for different reasons), have a preoccupation with Maribug, and both come from very mysterious/shady backgrounds. The main difference, again, between these characters is that Adrien acts with empathy and altruism, and Lila acts with maleficence and self-interest.

The Adrien and Lila parallel has actually been referenced a few times in the show, but what I find most interesting is the scene at the end of the episode "Ladybug" where Adrien makes his first threat to Lila.

This episode follows a pattern of nearly every Lila episode, where Lila does something and Marinette is powerless to act. And while it is shown in season 5 that Marinette does in fact manage to take Lila down, we as the audience are well aware that she is far from gone and will be coming back with new vengeance.

The thing is, prior to that season 5 episode, Adrien's threat is the first thing to actually work. Adrien understands Lila, by nature of his life I am sure, he is surrounded by Lila's all day. While we know that Adrien chooses to see the best in people and may take time to identify threats to himself and those he loves, once he does, he is well adept at handling manipulators. After all, he'd hardly be able to survive in his own home if he couldn't.

In seasons 1-5 it became clear that Ladybug, moreso that Chat Noir, was able to defeat Hawkmoth, because she understood the way he thought and was able to plan accordingly. Already in the London special, Ladybug was having trouble facing the new Hawkmoth. Notably, Chat Noir was not there.

I just wonder what the potential dynamic will be between Chat Noir and the New Hawkmoth and if in fact, they will be positioned as foils...